A Foo-y kind of post

For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive

AHHHhhhHHHhhh

--In Your Honor, The Foo Fighters

This is my theme song for this moment. Everything about it is perfect, especially my favourite part of the song at the end where Dave Grohl just lets out a long releasing scream.

It feels

so

good

to sing along.

My brain hurts.

Who let you in anyway?

No, you may not have that last piece of me. I don't care if you promise to pay me back. I need it right now.

Of course you need it now, but you will just have to wait. Get in line, take a number, fill out the required paperwork. You can expect an answer in five to seven business days. I don't work for you on weekends.

Is that the light at the end of the tunnel I see, or it another freight train coming in?

_______________________________

I don't intend for any of that to make sense to anyone but me. Don't you ever have a bad day or string of bad days but then you go to vent to someone and once you start listening to yourself your problems sound so trivial and petty? Who cares! You still feel crumby about it! So no, I am not going to go all blah blah on here about the who and the why and the lack of/too much of whatever. I'll be fine.

A few weeks ago I had a bad day (they must be in season or something). Usually I look for encouragement/solace in the lyrics of a song. On that particular day I decided to browse the greeting card section of Shopper's Drug Mart. I highly recommend it. Sure, your friends all want to make you feel better, but sometimes they just don't know what it is you need to hear, and you're not about to tell them what you really want them to say, so why not let Hallmark tell you! I did. Here is the card I, as my own best friend, bought for myself:

Outside

(You are fabulous)

Inside

(If you ever forget that, please read this again.)

Feel free to sign it! I will sign yours.

This also made me smile

I know that to you it looks like soup and something green left on the spoon. I suppose that is all it really is. Yesterday, I was finishing up eating this hot and tasty bowl of herbed chicken noodle soup after a long, weary and cold day when I noticed the piece of celery on my spoon was shaped like a heart. Really, it was. I don't care if you don't see it. I don't care if you think this is the dumbest thing you have ever heard. I just wanted to put this in here for me. I suppose that is the point of today's blog. Me. Take a selfish moment.

One more thing: Mom, please come home. I don't know where you put away my green, down filled vest and I am cold.