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July 6 09

ancient chinese secret

My angry eyes are usually tucked away in a nice little hiding place I like to call THE LAND OF I’M FINE.

angryeyes

I have ’em. (Who doesn’t?) but they hardly come out to play. I have never been a wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve type. Usually, when I’m angry or hurt or upset, you can’t tell. I wear my happy eyes and go about my merry way. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I am an *expert* at saying I’m fine. Even when I’m not fine.

and I’m not talking about when Andy Roddick loses (waaah!) or when Drew Barrymore starts speaking (the pain!) and when some fucker cuts me off in traffic (hate!). I’m talking about real anger. real sadness. real hurt. Occasionally, the angry eyes come out…and it’s like I’m like that girl from The Ring. Angry and ugly and scary as hell. I yell. I scream. I use sarcasm and passive aggression, almost too well.

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Unfortunately for Jack and Ilana…they had to witness it first-hand last night (on their anniversary too). My anger and my hurt and my frustration about something going on in my life. (not something they did. they just were forced to witness it)

BUT

Ilana tried rice tea for the very first time last night and her mug came complete with the steps for living a long and healthy and successful life. They included such wisdom as

waytogoodhealth

and the one Ilana reminded me of. perhaps the most important one.

less anger, more laughter.

and she and her mug are 100% right. less anger. more laughter. I’ve put the angry eyes away so I can focus on the good things. The things that make me smile.

like Isabella’s very first-ever ponytail! It only took us almost 4 years to get there!

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and my dog walking my niece niece walking my dog.

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you know, the good stuff.

like the friends who remind you about THE MUG.

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Comments

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Oh, I hope everything’s OK. Let me know if you need to talk.

As for isabella’s hair – it’s my RAY OF HOPE for Emily.
Comment by Angella on July 6, 2009
isabella looks adorable…. and LOVE the dog walking pic!
Comment by Rayli on July 6, 2009
I’m like you – I hide everything behind a “I’m fine” facade. And then I go out and punch nuns in the face while wearing a mask.
Comment by Avitable on July 6, 2009
it’s called stress – moving sucks huh!!

hmm.. no advice, but just hang in there .. and hey if you can’t show your anger around true friends who CAN you show it around? I’m sure they were understanding …
Comment by Sarah on July 6, 2009
Everybody needs friends like that. Who can and do say exactly what you need to hear and you love them all the more for it!!
Comment by Jill on July 6, 2009
Well, Andy losing yesterday was about enough to bring out my angry eyes, too! Stupid Federer.

But just think: Soon, you’ll be back in the happy, hospitable South! And that always improves my mood.
Comment by Camels & Chocolate on July 6, 2009
I love the mug, I need one of those. I am going through the less worry more sleep thing right now. Less sleep for me is worse asthma. Today I’m down after two nights of no sleep! Really, where can the mug be bought?
.-= Deborah Pucci´s last blog ..SOUNDS GOOD TO ME =-.
Comment by Deborah Pucci on July 6, 2009
It’s so true, and so hard to do sometimes.

I think the mug is wrong about less alcohol, though.
Comment by Kristabella on July 6, 2009
I’m sorry to hear that something bummed you out, Ali! Hope everything is ok. You are allowed to let it out though. Sounds like your friends were there for you. And I love the pics!
Comment by Jen on July 6, 2009
I am (surprise!) exactly the same way. EXACTLY. I hate causing a stir, but sometimes, it’s important to say your piece if something is really bothering you. I say that as much to myself as to you. 🙂

Hope the situation works itself out soon. And SQUEEEE! on the ponytail. It’s the little things, you know?

xoxo
Comment by metalia on July 6, 2009
I need a set of those mugs because seriously, just the sound of my husband chewing last night was enough to make me shoot fire from my fingertips. Issues? Oh, I gots a few…

Ponytails are happiness, though! Yeah for ponytails! I just mastered the cute little bump in the crown ponytail and seriously, I’m sure I’m going to have to curb my fire-shooting fingertips if someone dares says to me “So, um, when are you going to try something different with your hair?” anytime soon!
Comment by foradifferentkindofgirl (fadkog) on July 6, 2009
Personally, I’m a fan of the angry eyes when necessary.

It seems to get out of my system a lot faster if I just let it out and then let it go, rather than trying to keep them in that damn compartment in my ass.
Comment by Miss Britt on July 6, 2009
I cannot even imagine you angry, ever. Whatever it is, I hope it gets dealt with quickly! xo
Comment by Karen Sugarpants on July 6, 2009
I need that mug. I am just like you. I keep it all inside and then I blow at the worst times. I just saw a commercial with Drew Barrimore on it and I almost spit at the TV. Its one of those days.
Comment by Chantal on July 6, 2009
When I get really mad, I cry uncontrollably. It seems to go against the “I’m really mad and I’m not gonna take it anymore” attitude and instead I just look like a wimp.
Comment by Crystal on July 6, 2009
I wish I were better at keeping it all bottled up. I do the gritted-teeth “I’m fine” and the bf can see right through it. The danger zone, however, is that split second when he decides between trying to get me to laugh or staying serious long enough to ask me what’s going on.
Comment by Darcey on July 6, 2009
I’m sorry. You lost me at “less alcohol, less meat”. That cup needs some serious editing with a Sharpie. Alcohol, meat, salt and sugar are how Little-Miss-Stabby-Eyes stays comfortably packed in my butt (that’s, um, a reference to the Mr. Potatohead picture, just to be clear).

Those photos make ME smile! I was thinking of printing them off and putting them on my desk, but to be a little less creepy, I think I’m going to find some of my own kids. Breathing. When I can tell myself to breathe, that’s when L-M-S-E retreats a little. I find it weird that I have to remind myself to breathe.
.-= harmzie´s last blog ..Why America is Great =-.
Comment by harmzie on July 6, 2009
I hear you, my dear. Hope things are feeling better even as I type this. When in doubt: THE MUG. (With a scone.) (Scones are always useful, I think.)
.-= Moose´s last blog ..Too Bad I Canâ€™t Eat Cheesecake Any More =-.
Comment by Moose on July 6, 2009
I hope things brighten up soon. 🙂
Comment by mamatulip on July 7, 2009
My coworker told me recently that her toddler nephew held onto a dog’s leash recently and told her, “I pull her string!” Which is darling and totally what I thought of when I saw the photo of your niece and Indy.
Comment by Rhi on July 7, 2009
Me? I wear my heart on my sleeve. I’m usually a crying ninny. I hope things go your way soon. Moving is very stressful. One of the top ten things, in fact. Take a deep breath, take a step back and think, “Will this matter a year from now?”
Comment by Pat on July 15, 2009