If you can, take a moment to mention some small thing that happened this week that you are happy about or thankful for. It’s easy to think of the bad things or the big good things - but I have found that appreciating the small good things somehow make the whole world seem a little brighter. And I don’t know how the weather is where you are, but it’s cold and rainy here today - so I’m all for a little sunshine!
Here’s my small thing:
I knew my gas tank was running low, but I just hadn’t stopped to fill it up yet. By the time I left work last night, the needle was resting heavily on “E.” So I told myself - ‘get gas before you get home!’ And then I totally spaced out and drove straight home and didn’t think about it until I woke up this morning.
I knew it was now really, really empty and I should probably get up and try to start it so that I could call AAA to come give me an emergency fill-up and I could still get to work on time. But I kept hitting snooze anyway and only made it out to my car about 10 minutes earlier than usual.
I got behind the wheel, and True Blue coughed and sputtered a bit, but then she started up and I was able to get her to the gas station and get to work on time. Which was awesome, because my boss, who had been in Nevada all week, was suddenly in his office and would have seen me strolling in late.
So hurray for True Blue and her ability to run on fumes when it really, really matters
I’ve mentioned in a thread before about my kitchen being done. But technically it wasn’t - the built in cabinets did not yet have shelves or doors. They do now he just finished them and put them up on Monday, and look so nice that it literally brings tears to my eyes. We have been remodeling since 2002, and the kitchen has been in the basement that whole time. Its done. Its over. I finally have a real kitchen again. All that stress over all those years, and its finally over. I have been feeling pretty blue lately, so much so that I am not filled with exuberance with the kitchen like I was initially, but I am still pretty damn grateful.
Hurray! I know that kitchens can be the toughest rooms to remodel because it’s such a central part of the house! And sometimes it’s those last few details that can keep you from feeling cleansed of the stress.
We’re renovating a house, and have been at some level or another since we met 1.5 years ago. This week, the wood floors went in. That means that the project is Basically Finished. Thank og!
Hurray! I know this is big for you - so proud of ya!
soooo jealous! I was supposed to get my hair cut today - but the hairdresser has changed salons . . . again! At least this time he chose one closer to where I live
I hear that! Isn’t it great when you get to leave work behind for a few days?
Why do I have this image of you sliding across the floor in socks and sunglasses like in “Risky Business”?
My wife came up to me the other day extremely upset because in the middle of taking some pictures, our camera stopped working. She swore up and down that she didn’t do anything – it just crapped out while taking some shots.
I checked it out, and yup, nothing going on. I paid nearly $1,000 for this baby four years ago, and simply don’t have the money to replace it. Hell, we don’t have the money to repair it if the problem was anything serious.
So, after a day of brooding about it, I decided to post the symptoms and see if anyone had any ideas. In order to have all the facts together, I got out the camera in order to document all the settings and everything. I took a test shot…and it worked perfectly. I took a few more, and woohoo, we’re back in business. <whew!>
Yeah, I am actually secretly shy - I talk a lot, so no one believes it until they get to know me better - but behind my barrage of chatter, I secretly freak out sometimes. Fortunately, I’ve found a pretty good group of peeps through Meetup and that has helped me.
I was having a conversation the other night – an amazing, fantastic, brilliant conversation – and one of the things we talked about is how maybe everyone believes that they are shy. Kind of like everyone thinks that they have a great sense of humor, or is above average intelligence. I’d almost like to see a poll on that.
I bought an MP3 player with a built in battery that charges through a USB port. We can’t plug anything into our USB ports at work and the thing would always die when I really wanted to use it. I just discovered that my Bluetooth charger works on my MP3 player! For some reason little things like this make my week (pathetic that it’s the best thing all week).
I’m thankful that when I let my business partner take my car to a meeting yesterday and he got rear-ended, no one was hurt, everyone was cordial and my car is perfectly drivable and just a tad bit scratched. The person who hit him has a messed up car, but hers was drivable too. Two Fords went head-to-head (er, rear) and everyone came out OK
We moved a lot when I was younger, and I actually used to get sick to my stomach meeting people. I would often stay very quiet around new people because I was afraid they would think I was saying something dumb or what not. (My brothers used to tease me mercilessly about my lack of perception, when in reality I was 6 years younger and just had no one of knowing things they knew.) I guess i was going by the philosophy that it was better to be thought a fool than open your mouth and remove all doubt . . .
Then, when I was about 11-12, this girl started telling people she hated me because I was such a snob and goody-goody and thought I was better than everyone else. And that if she ever got me alone she was going to beat the crap out of me. When I finally got the courage up to ask one of our mutual friends wtf, she said, “well you do act kind of snobby - y’know, never saying anything and just giving people looks.”
Now, I will chatter a lot out of habit. Just to show I’m not snobby. I’ve actually had to re-train myself to just be quiet sometimes. And as far as being shy - well, it’s relational. If I’m the new person, and everyone else knows each other - I get very shy. And if no one knows each other, I am shy but less so and will tend to be the one to get people talking. And if someone new is in our group and doesn’t know anyone, I will make sure to include them because I know what it’s like.
But all the time, I’m still worried someone will think I’m an idiot or a snob.
I spent last night crawling under bridges and searching through abandoned buildings looking for homeless people (for our annual homeless count), so I’m pretty thankful for being able to pay rent and utilities.
