Time to get away

I think I need to get away this weekend.  Let me explain.

I have a friend – and I’ll leave her name out because she’ll know who she is in about two seconds – who is on Facebook.  Right before she joined she was given some safety advice:

“Don’t use your real birthday because people can steal your identity.”

We discuss this every year in August at about the time of her birthday.   I admire her fortitude for not changing her profile to her correct birthday date.  Way to not give into peer pressure, friend!  Even if most of the pressure comes from me.

My first year on Facebook  I left my birthday off.  But after wishing every single person on the planet a happy birthday the following year – I added mine.  If I’m going to wish you a “happy, happy birthday” I want the same in return.  And yes, I keep track.  But in mature fashion not in a totally childish, petty way.

I try to be respectful.  If a friend’s birthday doesn’t pop up in the reminder window then who am I to blab his or her secret?  I wish that person a “happy day for whatever reason ;)” Yep, I’m so clever.

Today Facebook said it was her birthday.  “No, it’s not,” I said.  To be honest, my alter-ego Ms. Cranky Pants has been rearing her grumpy head again causing trouble.  It happens every year when I return from my road trip and I’m a little disappointed my better offer didn’t magically fall in my lap a la any Hallmark movie.  One day it will.  But not this year.  So, Ms. Cranky Pants has surfaced and is living up to her name.  Thanks to her, I am due for a stern talking-to at work.  Thanks for that Ms. Pants.

So, I have been a bit of a cranky stinker.  “It’s not her birthday,” I complained.   “I’m not going to wish her a second happy birthday.”  Because, as you know, to wish somebody a second happy birthday in one year will pretty much cause the apocalypse to rain down.

Later in the day as I perused Facebook posts I saw how a mutual friend handled it: “I’m so glad I get to wish you another happy birthday!”

Well poop.  It might be time for Ms. Cranky Pants to get out of town.

So, You Had a Bad Day

I don’t believe in bad days.  True, there are some days when bad stuff happens – like a domino effect – that seem to overtake the day.  I attribute those bad days to low coping skills.  Nothing more, nothing less.

So, I had a bad, domino-effect, day.  The only thing I wanted to do all evening is hibernate in my little corner and pray my ship would come in.  Sooner rather than later.

What did I need for a fix-up, band-aid, balm?  A good laugh.

First, I watched Big Bang Theory.  I chuckled when the novice fisherman Howard – all decked out in his new fishing gear – finds out he looks silly.  “I wish I would have known that before I posted all those pictures of Facebook,” he replied.  This elicited a giggle.

Then my niece, Bubba, posted pictures on Facebook (the Facebook postings are just a coincidence – or are they?).  She finally posted pictures from our vacation to Yellowstone this summer.  There’s me on a horse – his name is WINSTON.

Photo by bossy trail guide lady

Photo by bossy trail guide lady

And there was the random foot hanging off the motorcycle.  I remembered our initial reaction to it.  Obviously, we thought it picture worthy because we have a picture of it.  To borrow the teen way of expressing humor – haha!

Photo by Bubba

Photo by Bubba

But then she posted her picture of her attending an Ugly Sweater Dance.  She was very excited about this dance.  When we went to our annual Day-After-Thanksgiving movie (pretty original name, eh?) she proudly sported a red sweatshirt with two huge Christmas bears (I can’t quite remember but I think the bears may have been necking).  It was a thrift store buy and she loves it!  She wears it even without an Ugly Sweater theme.  Her new thing is Christmas sweaters.

That made me LOL.

(sigh) Okay, I can wait for my ship to come in.  At least until Monday.