Deep breath

Time to breath.

It was rushed this morning. Not that it isn’t most mornings, but when you’re leaving town directly after work and not returning home beforehand, well that adds an extra dimension of stress.

Did I get everything? What am I forgetting? Have I taken care of everything at home so I don’t have to worry about it while I’m gone?

Yeah, it might be a bit of self-imposed stress but it is stress nonetheless.

The thing is, we don’t really need to stress about it. If we forgot something, just go to the store. Right? Yeah. Not really that big of a deal, but we do it to ourselves anyway.

So, I sit in my cube and recount the morning…check, yes, ok, check, check, um…check, alright. Let it go.

Just let it go.

Not sleeping well

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Anyone else tired after the “extended” July 4th weekend?

I am keenly aware, now, that the quality of my sleep is determined by how well the dog sleeps. Since it sleeps on the bed, it has a lot of influence.

July 3: Fireworks. Lots of them. Dog cowers all night in shock, the fan is on high, and the music is blaring. Thus, sleep quality is low.

July 4: MORE fireworks, for longer. They’re now closer, as in the neighborhood. Dog cowers all night in shock, the fan is on high, and the music is blaring. Thus, sleep quality is, again, low.

July 5: Up early for work. Dead tired all day. Pot of coffee consumed.

July 6: Quality of sleep is better BUT body clock won’t let me sleep in. 4:45 am on a Saturday morning just isn’t right. Dog sleeps better as well since the stress level has gone back down.

July 7: Dog went to bed early. I went to bed late after watching a movie. Sleep is good, but body clock still says 5:15 am is a good time to get up. Seriously? Doesn’t my body know I am not going to work?

July 8: Today…3:30 am…dog is itchy, licky, whiny, and not sleeping well. Thus, I am in and out of sleep and the body clock says 5:22 is a good time to be awake.

At least I am not late for work…ever. Do I really need an alarm clock?


Anyone else have a hard time sleeping over the long weekend? Anyone else have a hard time sleeping with a pet(s) on the bed?

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Intentions are the best

So, you know that saying that goes something like, “Only the best intentions”? Uh huh…

Actually, intentions are only that, intentions. Qualifying them as “best” means that those intention probably fell short. Really, if you think about it, anytime anyone uses the word “intend” they are actually admitting that they failed. They didn’t hit the mark. So when someone says they only had “the best intentions in mind” then they are admitting that their best didn’t come out and the best is still in their head.

So, I have to admit…I have the best intentions to get a post out earlier today. Actually, that isn’t the truth either, I actually intended to write a post and then schedule it so it would post this morning but it didn’t happen. Life and work have hit an intersection and my best intentions didn’t get ahead of them. As I write this, late in the day I have intentions of writing tomorrow’s post too. Well, intend to make that happen…

Man, I hate intentions.

#smh

Fishing is not relaxing

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THE activity of vacation was a fishing trip off Vancouver Island, BC, Canada (you have probably heard me talk about this a little this week). It was the whole purpose of the trip, to put fish in the boat and fill up the freezer with as much salmon and bottom fish as possible.

Well, I would like to tell you that fishing is not relaxing and anyone who tells you otherwise is lying…

Early mornings. Why is it the fish only seem to want to take the bait early in the morning? How early, well, for nearly a week it was 4:30 or 5:00am so in my case that is at least 30 minutes before I normally get up for work.

Rough waters. Now, some of you probably fish on the bank of a river or on a nice calm lake. Honestly, that isn’t fishing…if the fish you catch are less that 5 pounds, all you caught was a “water rat.” Anyway, that is beside the point. Ocean fishing involves waves. Rolling waves and choppy seas. You spend much of the time fighting to maintain your balance and the rest of the time trying not to fall overboard. Never mind the rough bouncing and banging of the boat trip just to get to the fishing spot. Yeah, not relaxing.

Stress. There is stress in fishing. Why? Well, because you want to catch fish, that is why you’re there. When you aren’t catching fish, the stress mounts because you aren’t catching fish. Each time you have a fish on and then don’t get it into the boat, the stress builds a little more until finally you’re so high strung that jumping overboard actually becomes an option.

Lost fish. With each fish that doesn’t make it into the boat, you start to wonder what you are doing wrong. “I must be doing something wrong because I’m not getting it into the boat,” you think to yourself. So you try something different, only to not have it work and then you return to what you were originally doing. Let me tell you, those thieving sons of fishies will take your bait in a heartbeat and then spit the hooks like they were tossing garbage to the curb. Frustration mounts.

Cleaning and packing. If you happen to catch fish, then you have to clean them, pack them, then ice/freeze them. The boat has to be cleaned eat night from the saltwater and the fish guts. You have to pack for a trip of uncertain weather and success. You have to unpack from the trip and do laundry, after getting very little sleep all week.

Tell me, where was the relaxing vacation again?

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Tea party of therapy

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Let’s have a tea party!

Not one of those tea parties that you see WordPress that has a bunch of rules and lets you promote your blog. No one really goes out and looks at those blogs. Those parties are nice, but really all anyone is trying to do is get more hits and more likes on their blog. I mean, let’s be honest about it, shall we?

So, let’s do something different. At Piss and Moan, we vent about things that irritate us. We complain about stuff that isn’t right. We bitch about things we wish were different. We fantasize about the way it should be and tell the truth, rather than the way it actually is and lie to ourselves and others.

Anyway, this tea party is for you. Here is your chance to let it all out. Let go of something that you have wanted to get off your chest but don’t have a place to do so. Tell me! I’m safe, but I can’t promise I won’t Piss and Moan about your comment, or lack thereof. (You’ve been warned.)

Rules? Pffst! There are none. No topic is off limits and no limit on topics (if you have more than one, post them all!).

Now, get too it. Let it go. I promise, you’ll feel better in the morning.