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prev home archive next Public Service Announcement A new contribution for Storyteller is up! Momentary Thought Robyn and Fred are my heroes. High/Low High: I've got a good mood goin' on here, out of the blue. Low: I bought a bathroom scale. Which means I'll have to use it. And Calvin will insist that he observe me *while* I use it, which I hate. And I'm sure he can't be convinced to leave me alone - he thinks it's cute that I have such a hang-up about it. Dammit. Current Obsession In order: Finances, fitness, mopping the floors, folding the laundry, and other such mundane things. Grin Source Dana kills me totally dead with those monster stories of hers. Singing All my girls at the party, look at that body. Shakin' that thing like you never did see. Got a nice package, all right. Guess I'm gonna have to ride it tonight. Janet Jackson - "All For You" Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
I never know when that little upwelling of happiness will come burbling up inside me. I'll just be doing my thing, and all of a sudden I'll get a butterfly feeling in my middle, and be in a finger-snapping, head-bobbing, whistling good mood. I don't know what causes it, I never know how long it will last, but for the time it's with me, I take advantage of it. It effects me in different ways. I'll either get more productive at work (typing reports, doing research, e-mailing like a mutha), or less productive (write an entry, bee-bop to my downloaded songs, e-mail with buds). Take a wild guess which one it is today? I wish I was home right now. These are the kinds of moods that allow me to accomplish every bit of housework in, like, an hour. I'd much rather be doing it tonight than over the weekend. I'd much rather be doing it now rather than sitting at my desk. Get that? I'd rather do housework than do my job. Including the toilets. Hah. I've never been one to be able to interpret my body's signals and associate that with external influences. I know folks that can say "Oh, I felt like crap for three months, until I figured out that it all started when I began eating yak cheese. Once I stopped that, I was back to my old self again!" I guess I could keep a journal of moods, feelings, energy levels, etc. But I think it would get too complicated - "Today I ate cottage cheese and bean sprouts, took three Advil, and had to go to bed at seven." "Today I had a fight with my boss, at a piece of cheesecake, and couldn't sleep all night." Knowing me, I'd plot it all out on graphs and shit, and try to find the correlation. Bah. I don't have time for that. I do like being in a good mood, though. It's not that I'm often in a *bad* mood - more like I'm usually in an indeterminate mood. So it's noticeable to me when I'm in a "great" mood, and when I'm in a truly "foul" mood. Usually I'm pretty much middle of the road, with leanings toward one end of the spectrum or the other. I think part of my mood today may stem from the conversation I had with my friend K's dad (and, by virtue of her background comments, her mom) on the phone. They've lived in the same house in Maine for as long as I've known them (and I've been friends with K since we were both five). I have their phone number, but not K's (thought I do have her e-mail address - and an apparent predilection for parenthetical comments). She's all grown up now, married, and moved away from home. ANYway, I called them because I wanted her address. Her birthday is five days after mine, which makes it easy to remember (and also makes it the 25th of this month). They sound so *exactly* the same - down to calling me "hon" and "dear". I've always adored them - the exact parents that I would have manufactured for myself, if I were able. Not that I was motivated to trade in my Grandmother, but it was nice to be enveloped in their family life when I would spend time over at their house as a child. So I did some catching up with them, and I swear it made me feel like I was twelve years old again. I haven't seen them since I was what? Fifteen? Sixteen? But they knew who I was right off the bat - I didn't have to put in the explanatory "I was Kim's friend when we were little". And they were pleased as punch to hear from me. It made me all glowy. They're all such lovely people - even K's "icky" little brother, who is apparently a teacher and studying to be a paralegal. Good heavens. And K is married to a race car driver, has driven in races herself (heavens! Meek, mild little K???), is a radiologist, and is studying for her law degree. She always has possessed a great deal more ambition than I do. I just love her to pieces, and hate how our contact has fallen off since I got married to X(m). We've e-mailed a bit, and I gave her the URL to ~Snerkology~, but I don't know how much she reads. I hope we can renew our friendship, when she's less busy. Like any of us ever get less busy. We just have to make the time. I intend to. I'm beginning to learn what's really important in life. Like little bubbles of happiness. |