Jeri Smith-Ready: Ever have one of those days

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Ever have one of those days

when you just don't feel like sharing?

Maybe it's the flying mildew (our carpets are finally being replaced a month after the Burst-Pipe Flood of Ought-Six), but today I feel petulant, resentful, frustrated, and jealous. And I'm getting a cold.

It's not easy for a pessimistic introvert to blog every day. The stuff inside isn't always pretty, and often doesn't want to show its face.

What makes you cranky today? Gripe your hearts out, babies!

UPDATE, 12:01 PM: OK, I just realized that was the kind of boring, self-indulgent entry that I hate about some blogs. While I'm at it, why don't I tell you about my sciatica pain and what I had for breakfast (fetal chickens--bwahaha! No Cult of Life in this house!)?

Oh poor me. My house is smelly. My nose is stuffy. My agent hasn't returned my e-mail. My dog ate one of the carpet installers. Boo-frickin'-hoo.

Utmost apologies for my lame attempt to seem complex. Fake whimsy to return tomorrow at our regularly scheduled time.

In the meantime, the Gripe Session is still open. Do your worst!

Labels: life

posted by Jeri @ 11:36 AM
20 comments

20 Comments:

Would this be the appropriate place to say that sometimes, when I'm rushing through a particularly dense crowd of human obstacles on my way to the train, I imagine wading through the masses with a scythe like some commuter Angel of Death?

Cause I do.

Posted by: Rob S. at 3/28/2006 12:24 PM

This would be the exact place to say that sort of thing.

So go right ahead and say it.

Posted by: Jeri at 3/28/2006 12:28 PM

Hmm I don't have any gripes this week. Should have asked last week.:-)

Posted by: Kathy at 3/28/2006 4:15 PM

Well, there's no statute of limitations here at Jeri's blog.

Posted by: Jeri at 3/28/2006 4:19 PM

You know what you need? A statute of freakin' LIMITATIONS, that's what! Without limitations, how will we know whan we've crossed the line? I NEED MY LINE!!!

Posted by: Rob S. at 3/28/2006 7:27 PM

Let's just back up a tic to that dog eating the carpet installer line.

Jim Young

Posted by: Anonymous at 3/28/2006 7:37 PM

Hand in pain, no idea why. Am typing and scrolling with left hand. Is slow.

Honestly, it's rather low on my list of gripes today, but it happens to be buggin' the hell outta me RIGHT NOW.

Posted by: Sharon GR at 3/28/2006 8:59 PM

Well I didn't have a gripe earlier but I do now. Seems I have come down with a 24 hour bug and just feel miserable. We spend millions of dollars to manufacture medicine to help with minor problems and yet we still can't cure the common cold or the flu virus. Yech!

Posted by: Kathy at 3/28/2006 9:22 PM

OK, Brutus didn't really eat the carpet installer. But he wanted to, for making so much noise and disturbing his naps.

Posted by: Jeri at 3/28/2006 9:48 PM

%^@$%^@ bagel people didn't toast my &%*@! bagel enough, so the &%#$ peanut butter didn't $@#$*% melt!

Posted by: Rob S. at 3/29/2006 9:54 AM

And you forgot to bring your scythe today, didn't you, Rob? Ain't it always the case?

I'm pretty sure my verification word is a Czech profanity.

Posted by: Jeri at 3/29/2006 10:53 AM

No scythe, but a heavy-ass manuscript in a shoebox that I can clonk people with.

Posted by: Rob S. at 3/29/2006 11:45 AM

It turns out my agent DID e-mail me, but their server ate it on the way out. Still doesn't solve the problem of having toxic carpet fumes in my house, but I feel better mentally now.

Posted by: Jeri at 3/29/2006 1:37 PM

Here's some good therapy. If W gets stuck, just pick him up with your mouse and toss him!

Posted by: Jeri at 3/30/2006 7:19 AM

Thank you so much for the THERAPY...I cannot begin to tell you how nice it was to wake up to find my daughter, one of your regular blog readers, had sent this to me. Who needs caffeine to ge their day off to a bright start?

Again, Thanks, so much

Posted by: Anonymous at 3/30/2006 6:59 PM

I loved this therapy link you had. It was awesome. Thanks so much.

P.S. My mom is the one who thanked you under the anonymous name. It really made her day.

Posted by: Kathy at 3/30/2006 8:25 PM

Isn't it relaxing? It's like a lava lamp and Whack-a-Mole wrapped into one.

Posted by: Jeri at 3/30/2006 8:36 PM

Ah, Whack-a-Mole, my favorite game. No video game can beat it.

Cecilia

Posted by: Anonymous at 3/31/2006 8:08 AM

My buddy Jeff once witnessed my mom playing Whack-a-Mole. She had named the moles after me and my sibs.

Posted by: Rob S. at 3/31/2006 10:06 AM

Would this be the appropriate place to say that sometimes.

Posted by: Martina at 9/06/2008 5:26 AM