Some Days, You Gotta Dance

The hubby's home! And just like that, the world is as it should be. I now have a spring in my step and this song stuck in my head:

"Some days, you gotta dance,
Live it up when you get the chance.
When the world doesn't make no sense
And you're feeling just a little too tense
You gotta loosen up those chains, and dance..."
                                              ---The Dixie Chicks

Ain't that the truth!

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Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

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Remember that book? Alexander had a terrible horrible, no good, very bad day. I used to read it as a child and laugh at poor Alexander and his awful misadventures.

Today I got to live it.

I woke up to the ringing of an alarm. Thought about going to the gym, then decided to stay in bed. Subsequently tossed and turned and couldn't go back to sleep because I was wracked with guilt for skipping the gym. Morning note to self - You're getting fat.

Finally I roll out of bed and pour myself a hot cup of joe. I settle into my chair, turn on my computer, and  boom! With no warning, hard drive crash. This resulted in a day long phone call with IT, running diagnostic tests on my laptop. It was really shaping up to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

It rained all day. The dark skies matched my dark mood, which was a blessing in disguise. When the birds are chirping merrily and the skies are blue, but you are in a funk, the beauty of the day becomes a mockery.

I closed out the day with a confusing and uncomfortable talk with the boss man. I cried to my husband who is traveling for work and a million miles away. He is no good on the phone. I hung up feeling worse.

If only I were Alexander. I could close the book on my terrible horrible, no good, very bad day. Instead, I have tomorrow to make into an awesome, wonderful, super good, very nice day. Here's hoping.

Pillow Talk

I have a husband who usually falls asleep before his head hits the pillow. This is problematic for many reasons, but the main gripe I have is that I do my best thinking right before bed. I don't sleep because my brain tends to wake up at inappopriate times. My husband has a wife who starts to speak before she thinks. This is also problematic for many reasons, but his main gripe is that he does not do his best listening right before bed.

I'm just speaking from experience, but certain conversation topics should be off limits after 9pm. For example, last night I woke up my husband to ask him if I were an author and needed a pseudonym, what should it be? Needless to say, he was not feeling inspired.

So much for pillow talk.

Babbling Brooke

I have been told that I talk a lot. I mean, a lot. And while I am convinced that my stories are told with a perfect combination of wit, charisma, and insight, I have still been told that I talk a lot. Seriously. A lot. So, as a public service to family and friends alike, I have decided that perhaps my babblings are better suited for the written word, and voila! You have the Misadventures and Musings of a Babbling Brooke. Enjoy, but beware of potential verbal overload.