Okay. Confession time.
I’ve been out of sorts lately.
Fresh out of sorts, in fact.
And it’s not as if you can just go to Target and pick up a pack of new sorts when you’re out of them.
Sorts must replenish themselves magically like those little shampoo bottles in your hotel room.
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The thing is, it's extremely irritating to feel this way because a) There's no good reason for it, and b) I have an extremely low tolerance for people who mope around, out of sorts, for no good reason.
There are Major Diseases. There is Divorce. There is Loneliness.
Is it okay to make ourselves feel better by thinking of those less fortunate?
Is it okay to be down for no good reason?
What brings you back up when you're fresh out?
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Prediction: I will get two types of e-mails from friends/family.
1) HEDY! Don't be down, we love you and flowers and sunshine and God and everything, BE HAPPY!
2) HEDY! PULL your HEAD outta your ASS and GET OVER IT!
And then there are the blessed few who will respond exactly the way I would respond to someone else who's down for No Good Reason: Ignore it; she'll pull out of this eventually.
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I am listening to: Led Zeppelin - Tangerine
I am reading: New copy for corporate brochure
And I am: Fresh out
6 months ago
5 comments:
moods suck, especially when you've run out of SORTS..could be worse, at least you didn't wash yourself with your hubby's SOCK today. :)
here's your giggle for the day:
A nun, badly needing to use to the restroom, walked into a local Hooters. The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while "the lights would turn off." Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers.
However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent. She walked up to the bartender, and asked, "May I please use the restroom?"
The bartender replied, "OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf."
"Well, in that case I'll just look the other way" said the nun.
So, the bartender showed the nun to the back of the restaurant. After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause. She went to the bartender and said, "Sir, I don't understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?"
"Well, now they know you're one of us," said the bartender. "Would you like a drink?"
"But, I still don't understand," said the puzzled Nun.
"You see," laughed the bartender, "every time someone lifts the fig leaf on that statue, the lights go out. Now, how about that drink?"
Fig leaves and beers,I'm there if you are!
Target is the problem. Go to Amazon.com. It has everything and shipping is free (although slow) if you spend $50 or more.
Here is what you do....Get off your ass and go workout. You need to burn this out of your system. You probably don't feel like doing this at all, but charge up the iPod, put your workout stuff on and GO!...Get on the stairmaster or elyptical machine and make it burn. Do it today, tomorrow AND sunday...and don't quit after 20 minutes. You won't believe how much better you'll feel by sunday night.
Thank you, everyone, for making me smile today. But special big thanks to The Clem for figuring out the problem. t
I have lots & lots of sorts. If you come home I'll give you some.
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