L'il Miss Sunshine

"The stars aren't sure if you've lost weight or done something to your hair or what, but whatever it is, you're looking good. Also, do you happen to have 50 bucks they could borrow until Friday?" 


So after my last post, I received an email from a dear friend demanding I stop feeling sorry for myself and write something more positive. Ask and you shall receive! (Though I'm respectfully reserving the right to still feel sorry for myself....only more quietly...passive-aggressively, even. *grin*)


It actually didn't take much effort to recall a happier moment in recent memory - which is quite surprising giving my exceedingly faulty memory. That said, this could be totally made up. I'm not tellin'. Mostly because I'm not entirely sure. But I digress......


Upon hearing the cheerful chatter of birds outside my window, I cautiously opened my eyes, reaching instinctively for the alarm clock. "Off". OH HELL! I FORGOT TO SET THE ALARM!!! HOLY F*CKI....Wait.... Saturday *exaggerated exhale*! YAY!!!! Although I was still in that small window of absolutely pleasurable comfort lounging around, my heart seemed to skip a beat and I was ready to begin the day. I fussed about in that deliciously hazy lighting where the sun is just beginning to rise, but has yet to assault the senses.... my slippers! Woot! In those initial moments of routine, it occurred to me there had been no 2am fights to break up between my boys, no 3:55am demands for juice or "dinner" (I'm still unsure why the nomenclature of 3 simple meals proves so difficult for those two), no wallop to the head of an empty sippy cup at 4:10am, no tugging at the blankets with obnoxiously loud whispers of "MAMA! CAN I GO ON THE BOUNCY HOUSE!?" (That's what the little one has decided the trampoline must be called) at 4:16am... nothing. Not a peep, whisper, BAM, demand or otherwise. 6:22am. Bliss.

As I am a model wife and citizen (Note to Peanut Gallery: Please exercise some level of restraint), I thought I should allow my I.D.S.T. to continue his snore-filled slumber, so I quietly tip-toe to the bedroom door (to be honest, my head was now filled with every possible traumatic scenario offering explanation as to why I had been allowed to sleep in.....) *JINGLEJINGLEJINGLEJINGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Damn dog! She normally loves to snuggle at the foot of the bed, but lately has taken to passing out just beyond the door so she can loudly shake her clanking tags the moment I exit the room each morning. I hung my head in defeat imagining there was no possible way the munchkins could have slept through all the clamor. Nothing. Not a peep. *exhibiting a mixture between cautious optimism and relieved shock*. Knowing damn well I was liable to wake up the boys if I so much as turn that doorknob, I had to know they were OK.... Hell, PRESENT. *CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK* Lovely. Nothing. Two little "angels" with their harmonious little muppet snores. *Utter disbelief*

I maneuvered past the die-cast obstacles lining the stairs down to the kitchen and began a pot of shamelessly strong coffee. The aroma put on a Cirque Du Soleil caliber performance in my nostrils and I couldn't help but relax enough for a smile to creep upon my lips. Half blind, and smiling like the village idiot, I slowly made my way out to the garage and opened the door. *gasp* WOW.

It had apparently rained through the night judging by the dew-soaked tree and misty fog rolling across the driveway. Those rain storms top my list of favorites. The unexpected ones, towards the end of Winter. When, by all normal accounts, especially given the date on the calendar, it should have been too cold a night to simply rain.... The smell, the ever-so-slight-but-enjoyable-chill on my flesh, the stained bark of the trees with those miniature glassy baubles of water lining each branch like prismatic and crystalline leaves... Overwhelmed and pleased as punch, I melted into the chair and just breathed it all in. Perfection.

The rest of the day isn't remotely important as for that uninterrupted hour or so, Calgon had finally taken me away. It was pure magic, which is perhaps why I'm not likely soon to forget it. *beaming*

8 comments:

  1. You are kidding, right?

    "A dear friend."

    Who emails telling someone to quit feeling sorry for themselves.

    You don't do that. YOu introspect, and I love that kind of personal blogging.

    There aren't many out there that do that with your ability.

    You don't whine, you don't have self pity: you arrive at meaningful insights, which takes me along with you.

    I think I'm mad at your friend.

    Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

    (I may only be 5ft 6, but I think I'm 6ft 2.)

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  2. Darling, I do so adore you!!! (I have a feeling my friend took note of my insistence on remaining passive-aggressively sulky!)

    Unfortunately, I've brought much of this on myself as I try to rarely exhibit JUST HOW DOWN I am (weeping inside as I'm gushing on the outside!)... It sets an unfortunate level of precedence. All that said, I'm totally floored and humbled by your compliments! I tend to beat myself up for... well... beating myself up - especially if I sense I've been a Negative Nancy for more than two days in a row.

    Hell, I now think I'M MAD at my friend! hahah (And hey, at least you go for the gold with the height! I'm 5'3" and I think I'm a good 5' 6" ;) )

    Silly as it may seem to some, you have absolutely made my day with your words. So much power contained in them. And what's that saying? With great power comes great responsibility, no? The world can be a harsh place when too many don't exercise that responsibility with their words!

    Much love to you, My EXTRAORDINARY Friend! xo

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  3. Hey now, we are all allowed a few days of being down every now and again. And maybe even a pity party. But, you know, like guests and fish, three days is the max :)

    I know I shouldn't say this, because I'm sure it was major pain to be woken in the middle of the night, but the 4am request for the bouncy house cracked me up!

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  4. Hahahah! I MUST remember the 3 day rule about fish... who knew? Not this gal, that's for damn sure! Thank you, though - it does make me feel better to know we're all allotted down time!

    And yes - TOTAL pain in the ass being shaken awake by the wee one's pleas - but he's just so excruciatingly cute, I can't go through with drop-kicking him out the door like I would with the cat ;)

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  5. Oh what a lovely story, fiction or not! I was left feeling relaxed and in harmony with a beautiful morning--uninterrupted by the goings on of life.

    Those moments are fleeting, with a husband, 2 sons and 3 dogs, one of which is a puppy that doesn't understand that yapping loudly at 6 or 7am is NOT fun or conducive to a relaxing cup of coffee!

    Thank you for the journey!

    As far as you being "negative", I'm in agreement with The Empress. I don't detect negativity, I detect you trying to sort your thoughts. It's a creative process, one, I think, NONcreative people don't understand. That's why I tend to keep my writing and soul searching for those who will understand.

    Like you!

    ((You))

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  6. *smile* It does seem more likely fiction, does it not? If only for a few moments, it was delicious fact! I, too, have the husband and 2 sons, but the animals are comprised of one dog and one cat... The combination of the two probably comes close to that of a rabid badger! Ha!

    Thank you so much for your words and for your understanding. My family, for the most part, does not even know this exists. Very few friends bother reading it, so I get lulled into that false sense of escape and security. In the process, many of my deepest, and not always "cheery" thoughts are splashed upon the page.

    I think it can be a good thing to limit exposure - particularly for someone lacking thick skin such as myself. I do so love your writing, and I consider it nothing less than an honor to get a peek into the world you create. ((hugs)), My Sweet Friend!!

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  7. Funny, I'm enjoying a moment like that for myself this A.M. I love alone times. Times without the please for help or the occasional "I can't feel my legs."

    At least that's what it all sounds like to me as I kick the preverbial rock down the street that is daily life. I enjoy reading your posts. You express yourself in a way that takes us along. I almost could smell the coffee, feel the panick when the dog tags jingled.

    I know this is a place for you to "gush". To express yourself in a way that you can't otherwise. I'm glad you have this medium to work with and more than honored that I have been allowed to partake.

    And with that, I will disapear back into the scenery and continue to show up every once in a while...

    P.S. a standing ovulation is in order...

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  8. *beaming* Awesome that you got to enjoy that same alone time! "I can't feel my legs" - Pure gold, that one! hahaha!

    It took me awhile to reply to this as you rendered me speechless, Sir - you well know what a phenomenal feat that is! But honestly, I'm the one who is beyond honored that you still read this muck from time to time - and more so, I'm rather humbled at your kindness! Thank you!

    I miss ya something fierce. Our nonsensical banter was always my muse (not to mention, you totally egg'd me on with my pursuit of penning outrageous letters to executives world wide! BWAHAHAHA!)! Now if only I could find a way back on FB w/out alerting the authorities/Masons... *plotting* Good luck and godspeed at hanging with that good-for-nothing scenery! I've found that seasonal allergies can make it a quiet if not utterly forboding storm ;)

    P.S.*awkward curtsy in response to standing ovulation*

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Kitty

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

L'il Miss Sunshine

"The stars aren't sure if you've lost weight or done something to your hair or what, but whatever it is, you're looking good. Also, do you happen to have 50 bucks they could borrow until Friday?" 


So after my last post, I received an email from a dear friend demanding I stop feeling sorry for myself and write something more positive. Ask and you shall receive! (Though I'm respectfully reserving the right to still feel sorry for myself....only more quietly...passive-aggressively, even. *grin*)


It actually didn't take much effort to recall a happier moment in recent memory - which is quite surprising giving my exceedingly faulty memory. That said, this could be totally made up. I'm not tellin'. Mostly because I'm not entirely sure. But I digress......


Upon hearing the cheerful chatter of birds outside my window, I cautiously opened my eyes, reaching instinctively for the alarm clock. "Off". OH HELL! I FORGOT TO SET THE ALARM!!! HOLY F*CKI....Wait.... Saturday *exaggerated exhale*! YAY!!!! Although I was still in that small window of absolutely pleasurable comfort lounging around, my heart seemed to skip a beat and I was ready to begin the day. I fussed about in that deliciously hazy lighting where the sun is just beginning to rise, but has yet to assault the senses.... my slippers! Woot! In those initial moments of routine, it occurred to me there had been no 2am fights to break up between my boys, no 3:55am demands for juice or "dinner" (I'm still unsure why the nomenclature of 3 simple meals proves so difficult for those two), no wallop to the head of an empty sippy cup at 4:10am, no tugging at the blankets with obnoxiously loud whispers of "MAMA! CAN I GO ON THE BOUNCY HOUSE!?" (That's what the little one has decided the trampoline must be called) at 4:16am... nothing. Not a peep, whisper, BAM, demand or otherwise. 6:22am. Bliss.

As I am a model wife and citizen (Note to Peanut Gallery: Please exercise some level of restraint), I thought I should allow my I.D.S.T. to continue his snore-filled slumber, so I quietly tip-toe to the bedroom door (to be honest, my head was now filled with every possible traumatic scenario offering explanation as to why I had been allowed to sleep in.....) *JINGLEJINGLEJINGLEJINGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Damn dog! She normally loves to snuggle at the foot of the bed, but lately has taken to passing out just beyond the door so she can loudly shake her clanking tags the moment I exit the room each morning. I hung my head in defeat imagining there was no possible way the munchkins could have slept through all the clamor. Nothing. Not a peep. *exhibiting a mixture between cautious optimism and relieved shock*. Knowing damn well I was liable to wake up the boys if I so much as turn that doorknob, I had to know they were OK.... Hell, PRESENT. *CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK* Lovely. Nothing. Two little "angels" with their harmonious little muppet snores. *Utter disbelief*

I maneuvered past the die-cast obstacles lining the stairs down to the kitchen and began a pot of shamelessly strong coffee. The aroma put on a Cirque Du Soleil caliber performance in my nostrils and I couldn't help but relax enough for a smile to creep upon my lips. Half blind, and smiling like the village idiot, I slowly made my way out to the garage and opened the door. *gasp* WOW.

It had apparently rained through the night judging by the dew-soaked tree and misty fog rolling across the driveway. Those rain storms top my list of favorites. The unexpected ones, towards the end of Winter. When, by all normal accounts, especially given the date on the calendar, it should have been too cold a night to simply rain.... The smell, the ever-so-slight-but-enjoyable-chill on my flesh, the stained bark of the trees with those miniature glassy baubles of water lining each branch like prismatic and crystalline leaves... Overwhelmed and pleased as punch, I melted into the chair and just breathed it all in. Perfection.

The rest of the day isn't remotely important as for that uninterrupted hour or so, Calgon had finally taken me away. It was pure magic, which is perhaps why I'm not likely soon to forget it. *beaming*

8 comments:

  1. You are kidding, right?

    "A dear friend."

    Who emails telling someone to quit feeling sorry for themselves.

    You don't do that. YOu introspect, and I love that kind of personal blogging.

    There aren't many out there that do that with your ability.

    You don't whine, you don't have self pity: you arrive at meaningful insights, which takes me along with you.

    I think I'm mad at your friend.

    Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

    (I may only be 5ft 6, but I think I'm 6ft 2.)

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  2. Darling, I do so adore you!!! (I have a feeling my friend took note of my insistence on remaining passive-aggressively sulky!)

    Unfortunately, I've brought much of this on myself as I try to rarely exhibit JUST HOW DOWN I am (weeping inside as I'm gushing on the outside!)... It sets an unfortunate level of precedence. All that said, I'm totally floored and humbled by your compliments! I tend to beat myself up for... well... beating myself up - especially if I sense I've been a Negative Nancy for more than two days in a row.

    Hell, I now think I'M MAD at my friend! hahah (And hey, at least you go for the gold with the height! I'm 5'3" and I think I'm a good 5' 6" ;) )

    Silly as it may seem to some, you have absolutely made my day with your words. So much power contained in them. And what's that saying? With great power comes great responsibility, no? The world can be a harsh place when too many don't exercise that responsibility with their words!

    Much love to you, My EXTRAORDINARY Friend! xo

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  3. Hey now, we are all allowed a few days of being down every now and again. And maybe even a pity party. But, you know, like guests and fish, three days is the max :)

    I know I shouldn't say this, because I'm sure it was major pain to be woken in the middle of the night, but the 4am request for the bouncy house cracked me up!

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  4. Hahahah! I MUST remember the 3 day rule about fish... who knew? Not this gal, that's for damn sure! Thank you, though - it does make me feel better to know we're all allotted down time!

    And yes - TOTAL pain in the ass being shaken awake by the wee one's pleas - but he's just so excruciatingly cute, I can't go through with drop-kicking him out the door like I would with the cat ;)

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  5. Oh what a lovely story, fiction or not! I was left feeling relaxed and in harmony with a beautiful morning--uninterrupted by the goings on of life.

    Those moments are fleeting, with a husband, 2 sons and 3 dogs, one of which is a puppy that doesn't understand that yapping loudly at 6 or 7am is NOT fun or conducive to a relaxing cup of coffee!

    Thank you for the journey!

    As far as you being "negative", I'm in agreement with The Empress. I don't detect negativity, I detect you trying to sort your thoughts. It's a creative process, one, I think, NONcreative people don't understand. That's why I tend to keep my writing and soul searching for those who will understand.

    Like you!

    ((You))

    ReplyDelete
  6. *smile* It does seem more likely fiction, does it not? If only for a few moments, it was delicious fact! I, too, have the husband and 2 sons, but the animals are comprised of one dog and one cat... The combination of the two probably comes close to that of a rabid badger! Ha!

    Thank you so much for your words and for your understanding. My family, for the most part, does not even know this exists. Very few friends bother reading it, so I get lulled into that false sense of escape and security. In the process, many of my deepest, and not always "cheery" thoughts are splashed upon the page.

    I think it can be a good thing to limit exposure - particularly for someone lacking thick skin such as myself. I do so love your writing, and I consider it nothing less than an honor to get a peek into the world you create. ((hugs)), My Sweet Friend!!

    ReplyDelete
  7. Funny, I'm enjoying a moment like that for myself this A.M. I love alone times. Times without the please for help or the occasional "I can't feel my legs."

    At least that's what it all sounds like to me as I kick the preverbial rock down the street that is daily life. I enjoy reading your posts. You express yourself in a way that takes us along. I almost could smell the coffee, feel the panick when the dog tags jingled.

    I know this is a place for you to "gush". To express yourself in a way that you can't otherwise. I'm glad you have this medium to work with and more than honored that I have been allowed to partake.

    And with that, I will disapear back into the scenery and continue to show up every once in a while...

    P.S. a standing ovulation is in order...

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  8. *beaming* Awesome that you got to enjoy that same alone time! "I can't feel my legs" - Pure gold, that one! hahaha!

    It took me awhile to reply to this as you rendered me speechless, Sir - you well know what a phenomenal feat that is! But honestly, I'm the one who is beyond honored that you still read this muck from time to time - and more so, I'm rather humbled at your kindness! Thank you!

    I miss ya something fierce. Our nonsensical banter was always my muse (not to mention, you totally egg'd me on with my pursuit of penning outrageous letters to executives world wide! BWAHAHAHA!)! Now if only I could find a way back on FB w/out alerting the authorities/Masons... *plotting* Good luck and godspeed at hanging with that good-for-nothing scenery! I've found that seasonal allergies can make it a quiet if not utterly forboding storm ;)

    P.S.*awkward curtsy in response to standing ovulation*

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