Kwitcherbitchin

What does that title say? Say it out loud, then you’ll get it.  It looks German, right? Actually that was on a sign that used to hang on the wall at a friend’s camp. Liza, do you read this? Is it still there? Is it weird to shout out questions to people who may or may not be reading my blog?

Ok so, without being too schmaltzy, the deal is this: I have realized over the past few days that I spend a significant amount of my time bitching and whining and letting small problems or inconveniences get me down.  Someone needs to do this to me:

I mean honestly, I don’t have any real problems. I’ve got some middle class white lady problems, but those are not real problems. Run out of toilet paper? Pfft, I’ve got some paper towels. My car won’t start, oh just use my husbands. My cat died? Well, he was 17 and you know, NOT A PERSON.  It’s not like I’m homeless or shoeless, or hell even carless. Compared to a lot of folks, I’ve got it damn good.
The truth is, I have an amazing family, and my friends are made up of the most elite group of awesome people you could find. I have a great husband, a Kid that is so cute I can barely stand it, dogs, computers, phones, toys, a freezer full of cow and pig. I’m living large up here on the Slope. So, this year I am truly going to be more thankful. I might complain a bit, in a hilarious way, of course, but I’m not going to let shit bug me. Water off a ducks back, don’t sweat the small stuff, all that jazz. 
Also, I’d like to say, thank you all for reading. Even if you only read once a year, even if you just got here, even if you only read this because you hate me and want to spy on me, even if you’re a Chinese spam bot , I love you all. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Tomorrow: A post about rainbows and kittens. Ok, probably not. More than likely it will be about how I am snowed in at my parents house and am on the verge of emptying the liquor cabinet and locking myself in the bathroom. But until then….

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