this is a #$%@*$^ positive entry…you happy now?

Heh heh…I’m just being silly for show and to tease a friend who reads this blog.

He emailed me this morning at the exact same time I emailed him about a separate topic, but the kismetic (I made that word up…it’s kismet with an “ic”) nature of this I dug. I also dig this friend. He’s incredibly honest, which is really all I can ask from folks…you can offend me twice until tomorrow and even run me over with your bicycle (not with your car, please, as that would most certainly kill me) but as long as you admit that the tire marks permanently imbedded in my forehead are from your bike that you were riding at the time the tire met skin, we’re cool. He’s one of those characters honest enough to admit it, only he has yet to run me over with his bike. We have time.

Anyway, in his email this morning, he asked me how I’ve been doing lately and mentioned my down-in-the-dumps state of mind of late as made obvious by some of what I write in my blog entries. Unfortunately, the ‘no-game-face’ thing spills over into my writing as well. If I’m down in the dumps, I’m going to write about it. This blog is honest and genuine and in lieu of just not writing at all, I’d rather put it on paper (figuratively speaking) and then let it go…or, er…try to let it go, something I’m not good at I’ll admit. Hopefully, this time next year, I’ll peruse my past archives of blabbering, read all my many musings from this year, and laugh at the silly drama in my life that really isn’t going to amount to anything when I’m no longer on this earth.

But since my friend was yet again honest with me and gave me constructive feedback, I’m going to return the favor by posting a positive, upbeat and cheery little entry today. And I’m going to smile while composing it...in fact, I'm smiling now…no, not through gritted teeth…but with a big, full-on teethy smile, as I have the teeth for it. And to help prove how this entry is not dripping with sticky, sour sarcasm, turn your volume up...I'm playing positive, upbeat, cheery tunes too.

I have to be truthful, being positive is easy to do today, cause I got the world’s best email from my mother...my sweet-as-a-jolly-rancher, 5’2” mother. I laughed about it with Dad on the phone and we teased her. I said that this must be like the 4th email I’ve gotten from her in 10 years. Dad said that I should print it out and take it somewhere to be laminated and framed. You see, Mom is a woman of few written words (she’ll talk your ear off if she so pleases, but emailing just isn’t her thing). When she emails me, she really wants to say something to me. I teared up when I read her words today, which she began with 'Mary:' (she says this to me in a warm tone that really implies 'listen now, this here is important' and I know that's how she said it in her head when she typed it). Here is a pic of her email to me…so as to immortalize it in cyberspace (her email address was removed for privacy).



How darling is that note from my little jolly-rancher, huh? She even says she likes my writing on this here blog - even though Dad reads it to her in a monotone delivery. I love her...love her...love her. I broke into horrible sobs on a call to her Saturday morning and begged her to never die. I'm so immature sometimes. I mean, everyone dies, and geez, talk about being morose, but I honestly cannot bear the thought of not being able to call her and not hearing her say, "Mary:..."

Okay, I'll not go there...this is positive, upbeat and cheery! I'm still smiling and it's still teethy!

Dad sent me an email today too, and poor thing, he didn't get the reaction Mom did. But hey, he got to ride on a bicycle with me this past summer and I think that's the coolest thing in the world, so he's gotten mucho Dad points already. It's Mom's turn and I have to figure out what to get her for Christmas (and her birthday, cause it's on the 21st of this month).

Speaking of Christmas, here is some more cheeriness (spreading it wide today, aren't I?). Even though I hate, loathe and detest the Christmas holiday with all of it's fake celebrations, pressure to buy presents, bearded fat men in red suits ho-ho-hoing at malls (which I also hate and loathe), I do like one aspect of the holiday...the decorations. The Christmas tree (as long as it isn't real) and the pretty decorations that folks hang up are delightful. For example, today is December 1st and every year on the first day we return to work after the Thanksgiving holiday, the maintenance staff of our building has come in (like little elves) and gussied this place up special. I am one of the many employees who truly appreciates their efforts. It's the same decorations every year (fake tree, yay) and they are so pretty and festive, yet understated. For your positive, upbeat, cheery viewing pleasure, here are some pics I snapped:





I smiled all the way from the parking garage upon seeing those decorations. Am I happy that Christmas is almost here? Hell no...but I am happy that it will soon all be over. See? I can think postive when I put my mind to it. (smile, smile, smile)

Now, I have to go email my friend to come on here and read this. Heh heh.