General Well-Being, Colonel Happy

Hello, party people. My birthday was fantastic, thank you for asking. I received all sorts of fabulous gifts - a box of truffles and a custom-made CD (OF LOVE!!) from The Jef, one of these from my mom, a $100 (whoo!!) Amazon gift certificate from D-mama, money from the other grand-rents and my step-mom, margaritas and a handmade fused glass pendant from a friend and an entire day of just chillin' out and doing stuff with my kiddo.

And on Mother's Day, I hung out with my kid by the pool and then she bought me a sno cone. Really, how do you beat that? You don't.

Of course, all good things must come to an end and Monday we spent the day all spiky and bristly and had a fight. But that ended the way most of our fights do - with us laughing at each other. So, y'now - it's all good.

I realized something recently. Open a can of Ro-Tel and a bag of chips, 'cause it's cheesy. I realized that despite some kvetching to the contrary, I actually really like myself. I have a weird sense of humor and I babble and overexplain because I'm pretty sure nobody understands what the hell I'm talking about half the time (and I have a deep-seated fear/loathing of being misunderstood), and I'm always underestimating how long it'll take me to get places and overestimating how much I can carry in one hand, but overall, I like me. I've managed to make it to my mid-30s without developing an eating disorder or a (major) drinking problem, I feel like I look at most of my shit head on (I said most) and I don't know, I'm a generally happy person. (With maybe a small parentheses problem??)

Of course, when I went down this road, I took a wander down Body Issue Avenue and I started to think about whether or not I was happy with that part of me/myself/I and I realized that, well yeah - I am. I'd like to start running again and I could probably stand to lose a couple of pounds, but eh. I used to really dislike my hands, but when I look down at them now all I see are my dad's hands and they make me unreasonably happy.

I don't know, you guys. I'm in a really good spot right now. Ok, let's re-word that. I'm tired all the time because I'm working all the time and my house is a constant mess, but I get to see my boy in 8 days and I have a girls' trip coming up with some friends and I'm starting to see some financial progress from all the toiling at Smiley-Mart and I'm feeling generally happy and optimistic and good about me in general.

It's a nice feeling.

Oh, honey. You have queso on your chin.