WHO EVER SAID EVERYDAY WOULD BE PICTURE PERFECT

Picture Perfect Indeed

Mornin' mornin! I have great hopes that this day will be as perfect as this picture!
Coffee... CHECK...
four-leggeds doing their morning run about... CHECK.  Happy am I... CHECK.
 In my Happy Place... CHECK AND DOUBLE CHECK.
Have mercy on the poor soul who tries to mess in my happy place today :) nope won't have it!

Whoever Said Everyday Would Be Perfect...



Ok , just to catch you up: the car ended up in a strange "family auto service" joint; new battery, new alternator, new brakes, fluids topped off (or so I was told, NOT) and then the call to come quick... need rack n pinyon.. (not true);

 CHRIS HOME FROM double mastectomy, results are fantastic, she is back to work after welcome celebration ... She was greeted by happy happy co-workers and her boss... all dolled up in PINK... they even had her a little cot in the event she tired in the day... with guess what??? A PINK SNUGGY for her to wrap up in!!! Now how is that for an accomandating work crew who was missing her?!!! Off the hook loving her I'm thinking and YES... she wore her cowGirl Breast Cancer hat and looked OUTSTANDING as she STOMPED into her first day back for the party of life affirming co-workers and friends to celebrate her back ~
And even more great news came in from my Aunt Linda in Virginia letting me know her dear friend Pat got the final news from her doc... 5 years a Breast Cancer Surivivor got the news ... SHE IS CANCER FREE ~ Congratulations Pat... S T O M P up there in Virginia and have a celebration of YOU ~

So before all the happiest of news... back to the day of yesterday... where was I with my miserable story...
oh yes... ready ... bet you spit your coffee over this one!
the laundry room flooded as the coffee pot clogged up with stray grounds from a lopsided filter.
Got a late start to a meeting, everybody with any potential to, drove twenty miles below the speed limit on EVERY two lane road between here and there. BUT, I was happy! CAR runs, new battery, new alternator, new oil, great tunes... All is great in my world!!!

Of course there were patrol cars like locust practically two deep so I could not make headway even if I had thought to pass on the solid yellow a few times.
MY favorite CD had a scratch the width of China, can it get any worse?
So, good, didn’t get a ticket, but did get to the meeting late and YES it was an important meeting.... I don't go to unimportant meetings as a general rule!

Wait, it gets worse, because the coffee pot screwed up, and the machine ran over, and the cops were out, and traffic was heavy, I still had not had my first cup of coffee.
Oh, the Universe was indeed conspiring against me. Grouch bucket?
                 Here I come, insert head and slam lid.

And NO... it was not a "Karma is good" type of thing for our disgruntled and odd reader to comment on, but I am quite certain that she will. heehe, beat her to it didn't I?
Have fun with that one readers, you seem to see right through those particularly odd comments these days don't you?


Are you feeling me yet?

 So after the useless meeting that was SO, SO IMPORTANT , {not this one, trust me on this!}
Had to meet with the consultant from Hades who had a bone to pick with my being late, like it was the one and only time ANYONE has EVER been a few minutes late…. AND like I was being "paid" to grace them with my presence... LOLs here are in order ... c'mon now...


Fifty zillion emails to respond to timely, phone ringing off the hook.
Still no coffee.
This feels similar to the day of the "stress test.." OK, maybe it is worse than that... well hmmm, maybe... oh hell not sure...
This day was clearly in a nose dive, had been circling the drain since I got out of the shower anyway.


The day had a million hours in it, too many people with way too many needs. "what about my needs I kept wondering... hey what about MEEEE"
A total lack of interest on my part, some of which was prompted by my picturing my house totally afloat by the time I got home…with the four-leggeds on self created rafts mind you!

Developed the world’s worst headache by noon; most likely due to no caffeine, but that's another story.

 Of course there had been no time to bag a lunch during the morning fiasco, and so I was STARVING, parched, in dire agony, brain rattled and ready to go home five hours before the meeting got under way, with another scheduled right afterward.

Wonder why Tylenol within reach of my bag never crossed my mind. I did have one fleeting moment of thinking about the "almost rack n pinion" fiasco and that got my blood moving around and the arteries opened full throttle though... Might have even helped my headache I think. Can you say.... cha ching???

Oh yeah, I couldn’t think straight.
                                       That explains it.
Solutions were not even on my radar screen.
Let’s just mire ourselves in the worst possible scenario.



Poor me, so sad. What a bad day…

I was firmly entrenched in this bad, bad day. After all ... remember I had invested quite a bit in the badness of it all ~
Around every corner I expected the worst.
And I found it. Bet my blood pressure and my scowl even showed :( poor poor me... so sad :)
But it didn’t end there.
Finally got home and the dog had vomited on the only Persian rug I have ever owned.
Couldn’t have upchucked on the tile floor, the cheap carpet in the family room, the garage, or anywhere else. No, this day called for the ruination of the good rug.

The rug that was gifted to me from my dearly departed friend. The rug I have treasured low these many years….. I am not exaggerating, well, maybe a little.

Needless to say, I was standing stock still, a run in my stocking that looked like the Indianapolis 500 could be run in the track, staring at the rug, head still pounding, looking for a hole I could crawl in and pull in after me, when it occurred to me that this was funny.
Really, really funny.
                              A comedy of errors.




And so, I laughed. I laughed until I cried.
 Big, choking, sobbing, belly clutching laughter.


Probably good that I was home alone and that the damn dog had retreated under the bed.  Oh sure, the others just barked and thought we were having a party...

Cleaned up the rug, grabbed the mop and tackled the laundry room floor.
Tossed the hose in the trash and cleaned out the coffee pot.
Tomorrow will be better I remember thinking!
And here it is today... and as I reflect... it is even more funny...
Not because yesterday was the worst day anyone on the planet has ever experienced, but because it is now better because I was able to laugh at myself and the whole mixed up, dopey day.

After all, it is usually a matter of perspective.
One little shift and it could have all gone a different way. I can’t rewind it and make it better now, but If I had found the humor in the way it started out, I might have spared myself some of the suffering.

Can ya stop laughing long enough... just long enough to be feelin me NOW???


It is true that we too often see the problems and let them balloon up into a crisis.
We take some small event and let it ruin the whole rest of the day.
After all, the flood was not so bad that I had to actually build an Ark and gather every creature on the planet in pairs to save mankind. After all amateurs built the arc and it survived... professionals built the Titanic and ...well look what happened there right?

The traffic was bad, and I was late as a result, but so what? It is what it is.
No coffee? No, that one still merits the CRISIS label.

But really, a run in my stocking?
 No lunch, could afford to lose a few pounds anyway.
 Do I look like I was raised in Biafra?
So the dog upchucked on the rug. these crazy dogs have done worse than that... as I am sure you can imagine... 

I loved my friend, and still treasure the gift, but the rug has a big ole geometric pattern with a bunch of forgiving colors. So, the rug will be fine. A couple of good swipes with Resolve rug cleaner and all is forgiven. Plus, the blueberry muffin bites I gave the dog last night might not have been my best plan.


Let’s back up, if I had thought of the water on the floor as a spa day for the laundry room, or a good soak before the scrubbing it needed anyway; the coffee grounds jamming up the pot, no, let’s not go there.
That is always a BIG, HUGE, TERRIBLE, PROBLEM. Don't ya just hate it when that happens???
But the rack n pinion thing... well, just don't go to an auto repair place alone, just don't do it... OKAY?

The patrol cars actually helped, at least they kept the idiot drivers from going 900 miles an hour like the usually do in rush hour.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJEvmS_dhks&feature=related

 Ok, so I am exaggerating once again.

But hey, it’s my story… A few minutes late for what turned out to be a dumb meeting, (they loved me at the end, even bought a few books)
but still I ask you, who will even remember that meeting in 5 years.
 Clearly not me.
No lunch, see above comment.
Dog vomit? Goes with the territory.

SO HERE YA GO!!! Some of my dearest friends will love this one ~ Some days are just like that... I love me some Jodi ... uh ohhh did I say that? LOLs "Still nothin" Tink!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFG9dwolo3Q&feature=youtu.be


So it’s all good. Ended with a good laugh, and I am proud to have survived it all. So when the next time I am presented with an equally upside down day,
                    I think I’ll start with the laughter.
I recommend it.
                                 Works every time.

NOW... I hope I have entertained, delighted and overall just tickled you good with the thoughts and humor here.
STAND UP... STRETCH INTO YOUR DAY... Humor . . . it's a great thing and a great day... I got plenty to use today...
go out there and make someone's day, but put your oxygen mask on first... and then
STOMP...
Stand UP, and smile, even if at yourself...

The fire is burning and its embers are hot... the sage is fired up its smells are drifting on the wind. HOPE of healing ways on the wind, with prayers and thoughts to many.



Chris back at work, I'm sure the party there continues with those who have been fighting along with her in spirit, in prayers and right here on this page.. all with warpaint on! Wonder if she is wearing that fierce PINK hat today?
Jill, on the home stretch... FIGHT WARRIOR, STOMP... she got some awesome news herself... waiting for her to share it with all here...


For all along the way you are in our prayers and in our thoughts our arms are around you... Feel us with you...


For:


Jill, Chris, Cindy in NC, Cindy C, Laura, Mitch and family, Liz, Lee, Molly, Joanie, Jude, Judi, Matthew, Matt, Mark, Andrea, Jimmy, Marie and family, Pat, Dorothy, Angela, Elijah, Ode, Linda M, "Southwest VA", Irene, Kevin, Dr D, Dr P and family, Charlie and family, Booker, Bernice, Rhonda, Victoria, Mildred, Andi and family, Irene,Faith, Denise, Jim, Tom, Joey, Shelby friends and family, Max, Mark, Judi, Phylis, Monica, Luci, Brandon, Joyce, Cindy C., Gina, Tonya, Rhonda, Beverly and Family, Charlie and Family, Virginia, Stacey, and so many more...


We are standing strong with you, our warpaint is on... our thoughts and prayers are with you...


You are in the arms of the angels and we are with you as well. May you find strength and comfort in knowing you are not alone...


Stand strong, fight... when you are tired, rest... we will fight on for you ~


STOMP


We are with you always.





Walk In Beauty
DRSES


author of
Healing Heartaches, Stories of Loss and Life
http://www.drsherryeshowalter.com/