For the most part, I like to think I'm pretty upbeat. Pretty, live and let live. Pretty forgiving and kind.
Other times, I'm more like my mother.
Some times, more often than not.
And I hate that.
I seriously need a mouth guard of some sort. Some metal trap that will slam shut over my mouth before a negative comment escapes. Gah! We can put a man on the moon, but we haven't come up with a way to keep us from inserting our foot (read feet) into our mouths.
I wish I wasn't so negative. I wish I was one of those people who others could say they never heard a negative comment come out of my mouth.
Don't get me wrong, I've been working on it. I've stopped giving unwanted and unsolicited advice to family members. I've learned to silently repeat, "Keep your big mouth shut!" whenever I hear something that I consider to be stoopid.
Stupid is as stupid does
So, Santa Baby, all I want for Christmas is muzzle for my smart, sarcastic, negative commenting, mouth.
And speaking of Christmas...Well...it's making me blue.
Or maybe I'm just blue.
I don't know why. I just feel...kinda down.
And yet, it's the most wonderful time of the year, right? I've got my Girl still home. I've got my Beloved. I've got company coming in a few weeks. I'm living in the little, green house on the corner. I'm gainfully employed by a great boss and I've got friends...whom I never see.
My dog is sleeping at my feet and my cat is curled up on a box of Christmas ornaments. The rain is falling outside, but I'm warm and cozy inside.
Maybe it's because Boy is half way around the world.
Or because the one family member that I could count on, up and died on me over a year ago.
Perhaps I just need a good nap and time to read a book.
It could be that I've got to stop listening to John Foreman.
She's somebods baby...somebody's baby girl....
That song just kills me.
Okay, well, there's really no time for any of this. I'm off to work to FAKE my happy. I'll earn my pennies and hopefully make someone smile. More importantly, I'll leave Nelly Negative home and pray Santa Baby brings me the muzzle I long for.