Thank (whomever) that's over...

After I begrudgingly gave up on sleep this morning I gave into the temptation to check the news. Ah so. The president remains the president for another term. I voted for the guy. This should be good news but instead I instantly burst into tears. Big giant hysterical sobbing. Very unlike myself I must say. Maybe it was because I never turn the light on so early, never look at my phone, don't want to disturb my morning blind bumbling and stumbling. My real guess is that I am exhausted by all the bad stuff I've been through in the last month and this bitter political battle has just been icing on the cake. Don't know.

I really want to be funny here. But not fake. Life has handed me some real doozies lately. Like I am sitting down with the physical therapist yesterday for evaluation and he demonstrates to me just how weak I am. And all I can say is "yeah I am a mess, but really it's just not that bad," followed by me giving him a cheesy smile. He looks at me blankly. Hhmmm, maybe it's worse than I thought? I tend to make fun of myself a lot. I learned this backwards defense in school. It's real hard to make fun of the knock-kneed "albino" with the skinny red braids and crazy freckles when she just joins in. The embarrassment factor is totally lacking.

So let's see...oh yeah...I run this kayaking/adventure club, through which I have gained the reputation of "a safety nazi, an elitist pig, a kind instructor to beginners, a paddler so slow others have to wait, a speed demon who leaves others behind, a gear head"...

Last night, though, I added a good one to it. We have a regular monthly happy hour. A married couple known to many came up in conversation and I admitted I did not think they like myself and the husband. Why not? I think "they got the mistaken impression we are tea-baggers," this causes an instant silence all around me. I grope for the correct phrase but unfortunately, mostly due to the Lorax and my son using the similar but incorrect term, I can't think of the correct term. Some one suggests "you don't mean Tea Partiers do you?" YES!! That's it! How unfortunate! Now I am a tea-bagging slow/fast elitist pig safety-nazi gear head! Man, that's a mouth full. Also, it makes the bed really really crowded and knots the sheets up like crazy.

Bet I never make a friend through that club again.