Antici-Freakin-Pation...

Whatever has been happening to keep me away from me blog....man....

I hate Anticipation.
Perhaps me coat of optimism has a few pessimistic streaks in it, who knows? All I know is; when you're really happy about something that's gonna happen, someone that's gonna show up, heck - who's calling...that's when the situation does a 180 on you and leaves you in the cold.

For instance, back in the day when someone had the bright idea to cart the family down to Disney World, I immediately thought 'AWEESOMMMEE!!' and started visualizing just how much once-in-a-lifetime fun I'd have running about and all such nonsense. After being forced to carry ill fitting bulky sweaters about in the deepest of summer and look like an all around schmo carting about avec ton famille(think back to teenage-dom people) I generally had one of the worst vacations ever, complete with never ending criticisms on things I can't remember, imagine that.

Or like my 21st birthday when I planned a very modest parade complete with at least one whistle and lots of lip gloss. Well, that was practically Monsooned. Yeah.
Broken levy, no life jacket ruined, by a few strategically placed needles.

Today, I was all but hauled out of bed at up peu crazy hour a crazy little hour (5 blo'y! am) so ze famille could drive to an airport and see someone off. I had already started planning how I'd utilize the newly given space once appropriated. Guess who's ticket had a little snafoo? Yeah. That's why I'm home sans newly appropriated space avec everyone I left the house with this morning, a sore(er) back and one freshly packed load.

I'm sure if anyone had the time and energy to think back to their first kiss, you know, waaayy back when, they'd remember just how badly it sucked (puns intended) especially (Most especially) if they were looking forward to it.
Try to keep that in mind on your wedding day. Don't say I didn't warn you.

So I've decided, in order to maintain my general level of Bright and Shiny without actually breaking anything, I should just Not happily anticipate anything.

No more 'what might happen tomorrow if something happens today'.
No happy faced insinuations about what Anyone is Possibly thinking.
No more feelings of good intentions on the other guys' part.
No 'I-can't-wait-till...!' or 'I'd-be-so-happy-if'.

De nada.

I'll 'That-would-be-nice' and not dwell on it, cuz its the dwelling that gets me every stinking time.

Every Blo'y Stinkin' Time.

Thank God for God and other people's guilt working in my favor.

Hoo-ah.