MMA 214 aka the “Chick Magnet”

This posting started out to be a public forum toasting of a really bad driver with a worse attitude in a crappy little late 90’s red something or other with the bumper sticker “Chick Magnet” on the right rear bumper.

Having slotted him for doom, I seethed and stewed on the way up to my destination, considering all the brilliant ways I could destroy him in fine linguistic form.  My adrenaline was kicked to the hilt and I must have had him a little nervous when I called a friend from the car, all the while checking out his license plate number… or at least I’d like to think it was my psyching him out that caused him to nearly rear end the police SUV.  Mmmm… public safety where you need em.  I maybe should have reported him to the NMPD on the way down the hill, they’d have had a hard time missing him as his bumper was nearly lodged under theirs.

But I got home and totally forgot about it.  I have a lot on my plate with work, family, friends and my own unfinished day to day stuff.  I take too much on.  I needlessly worry about things that could be acknowledged and moved on from.  I am stressed to the hilt lately and starting to leak at the seams… and the eyeballs… at nothing and everything.

So… rather than slaughtering the “Chick Magnet” I am going to take a minute to remind myself that I am blessed.

I have had amazing people in my life… and not just recently… through my entire life.  I am challenged in my job and get to work for something that I believe in.  I might even be kind of good at it.  Today a customer told my big bossman to give me a raise.  She is obviously BRILLIANT.

Tomorrow I’m going home to a beautiful house that I should spend some more time with.  I will drive there in a car that reminds me of my mother and some of the good times that we spent together riding in it.

My dog has been endearing today and barkless last night.

I am choosing to put food into my mouth less often and am finding that my pants are fitting fantastically.  I am skating and I am having fun.  My ski pants should not be overly tight on the first day like last year.

Someone out there that I don’t frequently tell to read my blog has read my blog and found it comforting.

I’m going to hockey games even on days I have to work.

I did NOT have to pull out all 40 tomato plants.  It was done before I got there.

I don’t have to can produce anymore this year if I don’t want to.

I get to see my grandma this weekend.  She’s pain free after the miracle that is cortisone shots.

I impressed my dad with a financial decision I made and could “name that cheese” when he called tonight. (Pecorino romano for the win!!)

This may not seem like much, but it will do because it’s frosted with the fact that my boyfriend came over after work just to sit by me and talk a little… and check his email.

A man has got to do what a man has got to do.

Says me.

S