Thursday, February 28, 2008

Turdsday


Do you ever just feel like a turd? I'm not talking about feeling like crap, sick, illin. I'm talking about feeling like a turd, poop, a deuce. I suppose if you have felt this way, then you know what I am talking about. Why am I feeling this way? Good question. I have been asking myself this for the last couple of hours. The answer? Not quite sure. Just don't feel like myself. Case in point: tonight is parent teacher conferences. I normally LIVE for PTC. One of the highlights of my nerdy existence. But today, I really could care less. I would really rather sit home and toss a few brews back. Fortunately the nerd instinct is still there and I will go just like the good girl that I am. Ever feel tired of being who you are? And I don't mean that in the hurl myself off of a bridge sense. Sometimes I am just exhausted being me. These are the times when a career change crosses my mind. When I feel this way, I always think about becoming a greeter at WalMart. I hate WalMart and refuse to shop there, but doesn't it sound nice to have a job where your sole responsibility is saying hello to people? I'm pretty sure I would do a bang up job. I have been saying hello my entire life and therfore feel that I could be called an expert at it. Executive Senior Greeter? Lead Greeter? President of First Impressions? Hmmm.... The other perk of being a greeter is that there is absolutely no work to take home with you. Unless you count sore feet from standing all day. Or, as my grandma would say, "my dogs are barking" after a long day on her feet. I realize that I would never actually become a WalMart greeter, but the thought of doing something simple does cross my mind from time to time.

So in reality, maybe I feel like a turd because I am tired and ready for the weekend. Unfortunately it will be a "working weekend" for me since I've got a big report due on Monday. Maybe I feel like a turd because the toenail on my right big toe poked a hole in my sock today? I hate walking around with a toe hole. Maybe I feel like a turd because I was hit on by a professor yesterday who had so much hair in his nostrils that I wondered how he was able to breathe. Unfortunately for him, he had more hair in his nose than on his head. Hopefully I will wake up tomorrow feeling fresh and non-turd like. I'll keep ya posted.

So, in honor of my feeling like a turd, here is the movie quote for the week:


Person #1: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Person #2: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Person #1: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I had an outstanding day. I went to the big girls store and found out they had revamped the jean sizes. I had this idea years ago, but never followed it through. I am now a size two. I never thought I would get there and boy does it feel good. If only they could find a way to get me into the tall size.

Sounds like you need a Saturday afternoon totty.

Anonymous said...

If that did not make you happy, Brit Brit got to see her boys again this week. Life could be worse!

JT may also be on the market again.

Perhaps you are turdlike because Eric the Actor is no longer going to be on Howard.

glamah16 said...

Days like this pass. Its just all the cycle of life.

Big Momma said...

Size 2, sounds good to me. You should just run with it.

JT on the market again....hmmm...starting to feel better already. ETA is a sad loss, but I bet he'll be back. Willing to bet $10 on it. Any takers?

I know that days like this pass. Thanks for the post! Feeling better already.

CBM

Anonymous said...

Your postings are great. I know this one today made me feel better. We all have thoughts like this, however, tomorrow is a new day.

I definitely think a Saturday afternoon totty is in order!!

Love, Mommie Dearest

Anonymous said...

I am with child this weekend...what kind of mother would I be if I indulged in an afternoon totty?

CBM

Anonymous said...

That's one juicy turd

Neal

Dave said...

Shit, I've had years like that. If you knew when it was going to end, you could practically enjoy it. The tough part is not knowing when it'll end.

I've come to accept these waves and hide as much as I can when they hit. And, I skip the playgroups. Hope you're feeling better.