Saturday, November 30, 2013

Be Thankful, Even for the Mess

Thanksgiving came and went. Pup and I watched movies yesterday nearly non-stop. Some of the mess from the previous days activities still hanging around in The Big Room. It really looked so lovely at the beginning of the day Thursday.

But I didn't take any photos.

"Momma! You haven't taken any photos today." My Bella said at the end of the day.

I was in the kitchen mostly. In the kitchen doing a bit of damage control. My friend AB was helping me thank god and thank you AB. The aftermath of a big meal is sometimes horrendous! I walk in there and think, "F- it. I'm moving." Mostly because I just don't know where to start.

But you do. Start that is. And it gets cleaned up. I'm kinda getting why my own momma was tiring of having holidays after a while. So much work. And it feels, just a little bit, like no one cares.

It made me cranky. Not thankful. Kinda bitchy. "Vicious!" Pup always says. He loves a vicious-woman he says. I know he doesn't really think I'm vicious. But I am cranky.

So, pour me a drink and I'll clean the damn kitchen. Bah!


This little dude was there making everything worth it.
Yes, he really is that beautiful.


Pup and I are starting to poke around for something on a lake or river. Just a little chunk of something. For later. For now. No, despite my exclamation up there ^ we are not moving. I just like to kvetch.

Because I have to embrace all that I am. And right now I'm whining.

I'm also tired of the kinda Facebook life everyone is leading. You know what I mean; either everyone is perfect and happy and never needing to clean their house or a shower or they're politicking, passive-agressiving (which I am the queen of), leaving cryptic "words of wisdom" all over the f-ing place, or simply saying stupid stuff. Oh, I do it too! Don't let me get away with pretending I don't! That place is kinda a swamp. The smart ones lurk and sit down.

I'm not really this vicious in real life. I just like to play one on the internet.
indulging my vintage in my office
I do think I worry too much about what is right and what is thought. Yesterday I was poking around at one of my favorite poke-around shops and I was feeling pressured by a few people behind me that were wanting to be standing where I was standing. Sometimes, most times, I might move to let them in. Yesterday I widened my stance, shot one of them a small smile, and finished my browsing in the section I was in.

I felt amazing. Not aggressive. Not bitchy. I just felt empowered for a minute. There are ways to be effective without being bitchy Deborah.

Whooooo ya!

It's day three of the long weekend. What are you doing today?


Diane Cayton-Hakey said...

It is just the two of us on Thanksgiving.... not necessary to have a huge meal, but he insists, helps cook it and also helps clean up. Next year I will be 60, and he will be 63. I just don't want to do it anymore. Would rather buy something and heat it up or just have a turkey sandwich or maybe a bowl of chili.

I would have widened my stance too!

Oh, and that baby is soooo gorgeous! Just a perfect guy. xox

Ms. A said...

I haven't figured out how to be effective and not be bitchy. People wouldn't recognize me!

Deborah, that baby is gorgeous!!!

David Macaulay said...

yay for the old passive aggressive triumph - rather like those myself. Well one advantage of a broken fridge is no turkey and no mess even if Cracker Barrel had no booze --- argh

T said...

Your posts can be JUST the right therapy for me, I think. It's why I crave them so.

Ditto to pretty much everything.

I want even the little things to be noticed...appreciated...

That child is absolutely gorgeous. I stared and stared. Kiss him for me.

T said...

And oh, yeah...awesome blog header.