Last Rant for Awhile

I'm still grumpy. Unfortunately, it is not that cute Grover from Sesame Street grumpy that everyone can love.

I am highly analytical and question every intention and every piece of information until I find a postulate it follows. I look for rule and reason in action, reproducible circumstances, and written fact.

It is difficult when everyone is yelling as loud as they can to be heard. People talk for themselves so much of the time, and fail to listen. It is a fallacy in the heads of most that we are good listeners. Repetition of word and phrase is proof. So is complaint.

We all complain. It is human and somehow increases our self-worth and value. Sometimes we complain to be funny, sometimes we complain to blow off steam. Some complain more than others. This one is wearing a funny hat...

I'm complaining right now, but it is an admission I readily make and try to avoid in polite conversation. This blog is for me. Not for every man, woman, and child to read. I would never sell any product, I would never give stuff away, I would never give advice, and I could really care less if anyone besides my husband reads this. I blog because my handwriting is so slow and I lose a notebook way to fast.

In fact, my advice giving days are winding down fast. My job is to give recommendations and health advice. I diagnose and treat similar to a medical doctor with a heavy dose of education mixed in. I am really good with this kind of advice.

Not so good when someone is asking just to ask, or just to draw attention back to themselves. I don't care.

Your money problems? I have my own. Trying to save to buy a house, move, put my child in private education, and build a professional wardrobe isn't easy.

Your job problems? I have my own. I am actively seeking, continuously looking and applying for new jobs. I don't put my trust in anything because the most qualified, the nicest, or the best doesn't always get the job.

Your boy problems? How about a rambunctious two-year old who throws amazing yet heartbreaking tantrums. It is tough not to lose your fuse and to continuously provide positive discipline. The world is way to confusing for a 30 year-old let alone a toddler who refuses to potty train or take a bath.

I am glad I am exercising again. It lets me pound the faces of those who are bigots, liars, and fakes without actual violence. It lets me be angry. It lets me think without repercussion.

It also lets me remember what I am so thankful for and what I have that makes me so happy:

• Conor
• My mom being happy again and her CA-125 holding steady
• My dad respecting me
• Moving
• Stephen