One of Them Days

I was so excited to have lunch with Amy today - if you don't know Mrs. Dilocker, you should. She's a breath of fresh air! For some reason she thinks I'm the bee's knees, too. She calls me a local celebrity and I secretly love it while publicly poo-pooing it. But as we're paying our bill today, the cashier goes to me, "Do you write a column?"

And so the conversation goes - her gushing over my fabulousness and me rushing to get her to fan me on Facebook. Okay, the first part isn't true, but my actions were. I wrote it all out on the back of a receipt and can't wait to see if she fans me. :)

Then I had to go to the post office to mail my mom her box of goods. I do this about every two months - for eight years now. The post office guy knows me because of this. I hand over the box and ask for a book of Simpson stamps. Love me some Simpsons. And he goes, "So, what do you think ..." and my mind starts to race - ohhh! Let's talk Family Guy and their Emmy nomination...or how The Simpsons are still on air and have been for more than half of my life. I love that Lisa - so profound... Mr. Postman continues, " about those taxi drivers that really do want to blow up our country." I look at him, tilt my head and say, "I have no idea what you're talking about ..."

As the words fall out of my mouth, I realize it's been a good few weeks since I've watched the news. Why? 1. The roof. 2. The job. 3. I am seriously addicted to Farmville - and I mean seriously. 4. Louisville vacation 5. Rash-09 6. Dogs with dental issues. 7. I'd given up drinking for a few weeks, which lasted until Wednesday of last week and Farmville on Vodka is so much cooler.

At one point in my life I would have been ashamed of this little fact.

But then I said to the guy across the counter, "I have a caved in roof and a dog with dental stuff. I can't take on any more stress." I resisted the urge to lift my shirt and show him my rash.

I hoard emotions and stress the way crazy people hoard food and cats. I take them, fold them up and place them in a container in my heart. I do this action repeatedly until my inner being absolutely bursts and I have crying fits. This happened last week.

Life inside seems to take priority over what is going on elsewhere in the world. I am at peace with that. I no longer worry myself with stock rates, weather patterns, murders, etc. I simply can't. I can manage the roof, Poncho's teeth, and my frustrations. Beyond that I fall apart. I'm no longer good at hoarding, saving emotions for a rainy day.

While the two cures for this are running and crying, I'd like to start approaching life with a prevention mentality. Unfortunately, I'm also a procrastinator.

So I guess I'll get around to preventing the outbreaks, but not until the time comes.

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  1. If we could only cash in on your local cel status and get some free meals and drinks! Had fun catching up! Hope to see you soon!

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