Well over a week ago we went to the beach. Cape May to be exact. I am just getting around to posting about it because that is the kind of blogger I am these days.I am doing it though. So there ya go.
|Cute little streets in Cape May.|
Husband has been working nights lately, and staying over in New Jersey, leaving me terribly lonely after work. For a few days it was magical alone time that used to paint my toenails and watch girly movies and not make dinner but now it just sucks to go to bed by myself. The cat does not kiss me good night, the little bastard.
|Sunbathing movie stars.|
As with all things there is a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s almost over, he says. I will ignore that he has said this for the past three weeks. Am I going to be a work widow? And so young…
Instead of wallowing in it I have been working on this thing called the Happy Project. I haven’t gotten very far in the book, really. I stopped somewhere around chapter fivish when she started yapping about her children but I do intend to finish the it. Regardless I have taken some good things from it, mainly that negative emotions are an indication that our thoughts are becoming dysfunctional and disrupting us from our natural state of happiness. Or maybe that was another book.
|NOT my ass.|
I got my Twelve Commandments from the Happy Project, that’s right.
But I have been focusing on starting my day pleasantly because I realized that there are going to be enough shitty, negative things that happen throughout the day that if I start low I will only go lower. So I come into work with a smile on my face, a chipper attitude and a song. Literally, singing picks me up and I do it all the time. No one really complains (not to my face anyway).
|We got upgraded to a suite!|
Little known fact: Singing – as well as humming and whistling – trip endorphins in your brain that make you happy. (These are the same endorphins that are tripped by marijuana, chocolate and kissing.) Naturally people who sing or whistle tend to be happier people, but it works in reverse too. Singing can get literally turn that frown upside down.
|I totally manifested this drive-in theatre. I was thinking about how much Husband needed to go to one and then, like magic, the billboard for it came out of nowhere. It turned out to be just a few minutes from our hotel!|
For the most part it seems to be working, and I have had to put it to the test. Aside from Husband being gone so much I have been face with a couple of meanies at work and it has taken a lot of energy to just not care. I realize that caring about what they whisper to each other about me is giving into their unnecessary drama but the little girl in me just wants everyone to like me.
When I was in the first grade two girls at the lunch table started whispering about me. Right in front of me, they did the whole whisper and side glance thing. I demanded that they stop talking about me “or else”.
“I’ll put this peanut butter sandwich in your hair,” I said.
They did not stop talking about me. I put peanut butter in her hair. That was one of only two times I ever went to the principal’s office.
|Let's go out to the kitchen...|
Another time, around third grade, a group of boys that I surely wanted the attention of gave it to me in the form of hawking loogies on me. On me. That particular day I was wearing a new sweatshirt that I liked very much. I think it had kittens on it. The presence of loogies on my lovely new clothes was quite traumatizing to me.
|From the best seats in the house. The car seats.|
Obviously because twenty some odd years later knowing that there are girls whispering about me still makes me want to cry. But I’ve been doing very well, I think. I have not enrolled in their mean game. Instead I sing. (I do not, however, smoke the marijuana weed or kiss at work. I can think of more than a few people who would be upset with that.) Their petty games shall remain their petty games.
And there you go. A post about Cape May.