Happy New Year – 2014!

new-year-2014Soooo…did you make any New Year’s resolutions? I sort of did and didn’t at the same time. What I did was decide not to make any resolutions. I’m going to take it one day or week or month at a time. I’ve made some decisions that could be viewed as surrenders when taken individually.

I’m not buying into the woe is me-ism of people who say “thank God we made it through last year; maybe this year will be better.” ***yawn*** My last year was pretty good overall. Sure there were less than stellar moments mixed in there. I got sick a few times and made a complete and total ass of myself on few occasions. But there were wonderful moments too. I’ve been having a blast with painting class.

I have a mother-in-law who takes finding the dark cloud in any silver lining to a whole new level. If she won 500 million dollars in the lottery she would bitch about paying the taxes on her winnings. If you gave her a brand new Cadillac, free and clear, she would complain that now she had to figure out how to operate the seat adjustments. Or worse, refuse to figure it out at all and call my husband every time she wanted to get in the car.

Surrender #1: I am never going to love my in-laws as a collective whole. It’s been an unnecessarily stressful endeavor to even try, and this has been dragging on for 10 damned years. OK, I admit it there are occasions when I out-and-out hate them. Sometimes just the thought of them makes me grind my teeth together. I’m going to stop beating myself up for having these feelings. Just acknowledge them and let them go, like the urge to install a laser cannon on the hood of my car to vaporize people who cut me off on the freeway.

My brother-in-law pulled the biggest gifting boner ever, and I mean EVER in the history of mankind. We got him a custom framed sports SIGNED jersey from a team member of his alma mater college. His reaction? He looked down his nose at it and said “I don’t think this thing will fit in my car. Days later he informed Hubman that it just wasn’t going to work in his house and refused to accept the present. I didn’t say anything when Hubman told me, but it festered all day and I finally told him, at the top of my lungs, that I thought it was beyond rude and that all jerky brother-in-law gets for Christmas next year is a subscription to the Jelly of the Month Club. I’m not kidding!!!

Surrender #2: Being bipolar I’m going to have mood swings. Taking enough medicine to prevent any swings at all is a chemical lobotomy. Not enough and I’m angry enough to take out the entire neighborhood. And furthermore, sometimes things happen that just flat-out piss me off, they would piss off anyone. (see above behavior by brother-in-law)

Surrender #3: My weight. No, I’m not going to give up trying and eat a chocolate cake every day for breakfast, but stressing out and beating myself up about it is not helping. I know what I need to do and I haven’t been doing it. I was talking to my sister the other day about it. The most dangerous thing about getting older is that you get really good at sitting on your ass for long periods at a time. That used to drive me crazy. My weight maintenance secret for the first 40 years of my life was that I was a fidgety person. I spent my time flitting around the room like a June Bug that flew in when the screen door got left open. Aging and medication has stopped that behavior so I have to consciously make an effort to shake my booty on a regular basis or turn into a mound of blubber.

Surrender #4: Some people, maybe even a lot of people, are going to laugh at my artistic endeavors. I’m just going to suck it up and go on anyway. I can’t control what other people think about me. Example: I had a wild and colorful dream recently. I woke up at 6:30 am and spent 4 hours painting it. When I showed it to Mr. Husband he burst out laughing and almost choked on his coffee. He tried to back pedal, but he didn’t succeed. I thought that I rose above the ridicule, but it just occurred to me this morning that I haven’t picked up a paintbrush for 2 weeks. Phooey on him I say! I’ll just cover up my paintings when I’m not working on them if he persists.

Well 4 surrenders is enough for now. I need some opinions to stick too. Why I don’t know, but there you have it.

PS: to fellow bloggers. Don’t forget to renew your web domain name, etc.

4 responses

  1. You don’t have to love your in-laws. You just have to be nice enough when you see them to keep the peace in your home. I like you take on things. Surrender to the inevitable instead of resolving to change things that might not be in your control. (Because, really, who wouldn’t want to slap your BIL?)

    1. I’m glad I don’t have to love them. It takes all my energy just to be civil to them, and I don’t always succeed. Bleh!

  2. #1 – Surrender??? The guy needs to be murdered, taken out. I am sure you can find someone to do it cheap.
    #2 – I’m not bipolar (though my mom was) so I cannot possibly offer you an advice on how to manage it, but I would add that mood swings are a normal fact of life for the rest of us – strangely it seems to me that bipolar folks are the ones not allowed to have them…
    #3 – I can sit on my ass ALL DAY LONG! And it doesn’t bother me at all! I hate that! Hate it, hate it! But still spend way to much time on it. Strangely, once I get it moving, I really love movement, being physically active. Definitely could use a cure for this. I suppose part of the problem is that I can be so damned busy and productive without getting off the chair. (I can also waste copious amounts of time without getting off the chair)
    #4 – I reckon this is how we know we really do love someone. As opposed to the guy in #1.

    I have so many domains and registrations to renew this January… I am swamped! As if I didn’t have enough work to do that kept my ass in this chair!

    Happy New Year, Ms V! On we go!

    1. Ha Ha Ha. I missed you and totally agree with you and #1 the a@@hole brother-in-law.

      About the bipolar thing. It does seem weird that we’re not allowed moods swings. I guess it’s the difference between being a bit out sorts for a day or 2 versus trying to burn down the house.

      About the sitting on my ass thing. I’ve decided to draw the line at the point if my butt cheeks go numb it’s time to get up and move around.

      Yes I do love the Hubman, but I’m going to be a lot more careful about unveiling my creations to him.

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