Oh, The Blessings

As I sit here at the dining room table working away, I am reminded of the blessings in my life. Since the last update to my blog was so miserable (and kinda mean), I thought I would give you a feel for the blessings. You know, shake a little gold dust over top of the poop. Will it still smell like poop? Or will everyone love it because it is covered in gold? I don't know the answer to that, but I'm willing to give a little gold dust to you today.

I'm thankful for my life. Really, does this list even need to go on now? I mean, how many people just come in and say, "I'll take it all?" It never happens,, but it has happened to me. I'll take it all - the good, the bad, the ugly, and the totally-freaking-awesome. I'll take it. It does not even have to be wrapped in a pretty package with a bow on top. I don't require bows. I don't require pretty packages. I'm damn happy with getting the raw goods.

For those of you who prefer a list, here's a short one. It's only short because I am generic. Like a can of white with the black letters "Beer" across it. That generic.

1. Ella
2. Dave
3. Miles
4. Family
5. Friends I consider family
6. Things

There. That's it. And when I say Things, I don't really mean "things" like trinkets or knick-knacks or clutter that I have to dust. I mean I have the means to have things like take-out when I don't want to cook (which is ... hmm ... about every day) and when I need to get toilet paper at the good old Wal-Mart, I can. Those kinds of things. Everything else is just bullshit things and we keep that bullshit around to remind us of how hard we work for that money that we spend to buy that bullshit shit. Did that make sense? I have lived two lives in my adult life - one where I had the money for bullshit things and one where I didn't. You know what I learned? Bullshit things don't make you happy. True love does. And if someone wants to buy bullshit things and proclaim that his/her life is grand because of those bullshit things, then so be it. I love with my whole heart and I love fiercely. None of that is bullshit.

If you got through this bullshit post, just know that I don't mean everything is bullshit. I mean, toilet paper is awesome. Coffee creamer is awesome. Coffee is awesome. Friends and family are awesome. Being surrounded by people you love and love you in return...most awesome. (Notice I did not spell awesome wrong...not once!)

On My Mind...

Thankfully, I was blessed with a filter. Now, now, friends, I know sometimes I do not use my filter, but at least I have one. I do, however, have lots of things I want to say, and I have done a very good job of keeping my opinions to myself. I have been the recipient of unwelcome opinions of late, so I think it is only fair that I allow myself to puke out my opinions. Since very few people read my blog, I am posting it here instead of elsewhere. I may link to my blog today, so if you happen to read this from a link on Facebook and you do not believe you are someone who has pissed me off recently, then let it go. Do not, and I repeat, do not, allow anything I say to get to you. I am most likely not talking about anyone who would be reading this. I promise. I swear. I even pinky swear. That’s serious in the world I live in, you know. Pinky swears are, like, serious shit. Like elephant shit. That serious. I swear. I mean, I pinky swear.

I’m getting some things off my chest. Ignore me. Or listen. It’s your choice. Remember what I said, though. This is most likely not about you. Are we cool? Yes. Yes, we are very cool. I love removing my filter when I can.

You are pathetic and fake. You have nothing all that important to say, anyway.
I dislike the way you have treated people to get to where you are.

I am not the one to blame for your misery.

You need to get a grip.

If you want to be more judgmental, I can refer you to a special place for those people. I’m sure they would welcome you with open arms, as long as you give them my name as a reference.

You deserve better! Go! Run! Get out of there, fast!

You, you, and you…be nice! You really do need to get along better.

She does not deserve that title any more than I do. Thankyouverymuch.

Why can’t you answer a damn email?

Why did I pay you to do that when I could have gotten it better for free? I’m so stupid.

There. I feel better. You can go back to your normal programming now.