My husband actually asked me and our financial advisor (as we were signing documents, dated 5/5/09) if Cinco de Mayo was always on the 5th. Um, riiiiight. He has a doctoral degree and everything.
We were watching Lilo and Stitch last night for the first time. I haven't seen it in a while, so of course I was as transfixed as my 4 year old. When Stitch speaks for the first time, he says "Lost." It was a very poignant moment in the film as Stitch began to start developing a conscience and feel a need to be connected to a family. Pink turns to me with glassy tear-filled eyes and a huge smile on her face. She says "He just talked for the first time! I just can't stop smiling!" My eyes filled with tears too. At her emotional reaction, and my own. I'm feeling a bit lost right now myself. But then I remind myself to look at what's right in front of me: a fantastic husband and 4 perfect little children. I overlook this blessing far too often, focusing on other empty holes in my life. I need to stop taking my blessings for granted.
Back to my funky mood that vacillates from broody/blue to annoyed/bitter. Here's what I'm finding myself annoyed about, Oh lovely person that I've become:
my husband whistling the same Hannah Montana song over and over again; the Twitter obsesson; people that pass the buck; passive aggressiveness (Oh, I'm calling people OUT on that the past few weeks); key jangling; political opinions no one has asked for; busy weekends; the stinking rain that will not stop falling from the sky for a solid week; slow shoppers; and cleaning up poop from my carpet. Smeared in, diarrhea-like poop. Yes, CB is at it again. Painting the town brown.
And being out of diet pepsi, like I am now. Totally jonesin' for one.
I am such a nice person, I can't stand it. Such a pleasure to be around.
That's Friday's stream. Polluted as it is.