Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Funkytown ~ GET ME OUT!

I was in funkytown when I got home from work. It happens. I allow myself a little time to wallow. Then, it's time to move forward with a better outlook. I haven't been in a funk like that in quite awhile. Maybe it's my early 40s hormones. Maybe life just bitch slaps me from time to time and, instead of bobbing and weaving, I take it. I let it smack me in the kisser with nothing but a welt to prove it. Well, I screamed (to myself) I gotta get outta this place!! I ate a healthy salad and checked out Amazon.com for free downloads. New music always gives me a lift. FREE new music makes me a scant happier. Here's the flavor of happiness for me on this night. I dare your foot to not set to tappin'.


  1. I always blame this sort of thing on hormones. If we Women of a Certain Age have to put up with the damn things, the least they can do for us is be a scapegoat when we need one.

    Hang in there. ;-)

  2. Thanks. I appreciate the support from a 'woman of a certain' age. I hate blaming the beastly 'mones.

    Winter blues are expected. Springtime? not so much.

  3. Whenever I find myself in a funk, I try to remember rule #3. (Rules #1 and #2 of course being, "You don't talk about Fight Club.")

    Rule #3 - "Non illigitamus carborundum." Don't let the bastards get you down. All those Romans can't be wrong, now can they?

    So cheer up, kiddo!

  4. Ah, gracias...and thanks for the translation.
    This too shall pass. I consider it emotional gas.


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