Alright, it will only be a short snark but a snark nonetheless. My ass hurts. I am only assuming it is sciatica. I wish I had a tennis ball to sit on because my ass has a knot in the left cheek. The pain goes down to my leg. And my bra is too tight. And I want to eat a whole pizza because I am hungry. Feta cheese, tomatoes and onions, please.
Today I pulled out my happy box. My happy box is an old small valise that belonged to my grandmother. It is filled with trinkets and cards and small stones and cut-outs from the newspaper. Everything in the case makes me smile. One thing in there is a teeny tiny hat that my daughter wore home from the hospital. How could her head every have been that small? The hat was actually too big. There are also wee mementos from bloggers in there. Cards and postcards. They make me feel loved. There is the card from my hospital that was in my bassinet even before I had a name along with a stack of baby cards that my mom kept after I was born. What else? Pictures that my son drew. Handmade items from my daughter, a bookmark and a list of things she is thankful for. There are a few poems in there. One of them was from a woman that my biological father dated years and years ago. My dad ended up marrying an equally lovely woman but this particular woman was so very kind to me. What I should do is take a picture of this stuff and show some of it. What about you? Do you have things that you like to pull out when you are feeling blue?
Last night I watched 12 Years a Slave. It deserved to win Best Picture. That said, I did not “enjoy” even a moment of this film. It was incredibly sad and at times I had to look away at the atrocities. If you have seen it you will understand why I didn’t enjoy this film. If you haven’t see is I highly recommend that you do. We can learn from the past.