I’ve been slacking, but I have an excuse. I’ve been battling a doozy of a cold. There were a few days when I felt I could barely stand up, let alone notice happy moments. I tried listening to Christmas music and THAT wasn’t even making me happy. In my conscious moments between feverish naps, I was honestly quite ashamed of myself.
But I’m almost back to 100% and while I was on the mend, this song kept getting stuck in my head. I’m not sure if everyone watched this movie as a child, or if it is unique to the Green family, but I thought it should be shared. It’s a great theme song for whenever you’re feeling down and out.
Gambling, beer drinking dogs. Instant children’s classic…
Last week was a terrible week. There is no reason to try to sugar coat it. It started bad and got worse. By mid-week as a Rochesterian, and specifically an East Rochester resident, it was just sad. Unless you have no soul, there was no way to avoid being effected by the people, fire trucks, police, media, and general feeling of gloom that unwelcomingly invaded our little village. There are still blue porch lights on that have not been turned off since day 1. Even the cashiers lights at the ER Wegmans are blue.
If there are any guarantees in life, it’s that there will be bad days. That’ll happen (…that will happen…), and there is nothing we can do about it except to keep on moving forward. So, since I love compilations, here’s a compilation of the little things that made me smile and kept me going throughout the week.
And just like that the weekend rolled back around, and the world got a little brighter. Marching back into the waiting arms of what sometimes feels like an army of friends will always make me happy. And feeling like, for whatever reason, they need me there as much as I need them, that will always make me happy too.
And then the Bills won and all of Western NY collectively had a great day!!
I have a confession. I’m a big fan of Combos, the snack food. Specifically pepperoni pizza cracker combos are my favorite but, in a pinch, any flavor will do. I realize they are the worst kind of junk food. Filled with mysterious ingredients that are terrible for me, and have no nutritional value whatsoever. But I just don’t care.
Last week, as I was blissfully enjoying what amounted to be almost an entire bag (yes, in one sitting), curiosity forced me to turn the bag over to read exactly what I was eating. This caught my eye instead.
Hunger management snack? I love it. Not because it’s really all that comical or witty, but because it hits home. I frequently find myself in a position where I have to be someone else’s hunger manager and, let me tell you, it is not an easy job. It’s mostly a product of my surroundings, like my happiness, but I’d like to think that I’m good at it too. Professional hunger manager, I wish it was a marketable skill. My new resume could read “experienced at preventing and negotiating dicey situations in which a normally even-tempered person or persons can rapidly become unpredictable, angry, and even hostile.” Hangry.
It’s a simple, self-explanatory, word. And I’ll admit that I’m the number one offender of overusing it. But it’s only because it makes me laugh. We all know it when we see it, and it can happen to anyone. Tom, if you’re reading this, I’m not purposely throwing you under the bus. Well maybe I am a little, but take comfort in the fact that it’s not just you. Apparently there are entire research studies dedicated to the subject. The National Science Foundation spent money on this.
For whatever reason, I find the entire concept extremely entertaining, so I dug a little deeper. Then I found THIS, which really made me laugh. And, as you know by now, I want you to laugh too so here I am, sharing.
Kudos to the Combos/Mars marketing team that wrote this little blurb on the back of the bag for a job well done. They made me smile. It is also a successful distraction tactic, because I never did get around to reading that ingredient list. But let’s face it, there will be a next time.