Breaking Outta That Mood
Ξ June 7th, 2008 | → 22 Comments | ∇ me, ramblings |
This needs to begin with the fact that I am not premenstrual or dealing with PMS in anyway. Seriously, don’t even say anything about my being female because I know where you read my blog from, I can see you, and I will cut you. (I know, I can’t really see you, but it sounded good.) Nothing pisses me off more than when I feel something and it gets blamed it on my uterus. Granted, there are times when my hormones run wild, but those are easily recognized and I will tell anyone (even the owner of my company) that I am way too female to deal with the emotions. This is NOT one of those times. Those times are easily recognized and acknowledged. I am so very not PMSing that it is actually concerning me that I feel the way I do and don’t have an excuse. There, that is outta the way. Thanks.
I had a bad week. Friday night’s disappointing new Indy movie started the mood, then Saturday night I went to the Penguins hockey game only to see them lose to Detroit. That was such a very, very sad night, even if booze, boys from outta town and bartenders helped me feel temporarily better. Sunday I had zero desire to do a damn thing and I only made it through part of Karl’s radio show. Monday at work I was not a happy camper. By Tuesday I was so not me that I was concerned and Wednesday had me seriously cranky. Come Thursday, the day after the Pens lost the Stanley Cup, I was downright miserable. Friday didn’t start off terrific and I struggled to even go into the office. Keeping in mind that I love my job, this was strange. Especially since my entire life I have been a happy person, one who doesn’t have to try to see the good things in life, they are just shining pleasantly in the forefront of my sight. But not this week.
As soon as I walked into the office Friday morning I was handed a decent sized FedEx box. What the fuck did some customer need me to deal with now? Coworkers swarmed because they realized the return address was a private one, not a business associate. Their excitement immediately annoyed me. Get outta my business.
Wow, who was this feeling these instant cranky emotions? I am the one who normally wants to share the sunshine and rainbows, yet this week I would have stabbed any number of people as soon as look at em.
Eventually I retrieved the box and ripped it open. As soon as the FedEx box revealed the Little Earth box I was immediately excited. And humbled. And very confused.
Why was Joe sending me a purse that runs $240? An absolutely GORGEOUS purse, one that I suggested he give to a woman for her birthday. I mean, my birthday isn’t until July 5th and this is June 6th. Did he confuse dates? Even if he did, who buys presents like this for friends:
It is a spectacular purse! One that is exactly like my Texas license plate purse, but fancier and prettier and studded with Swarvarski crystals. Not your every day license plate purse like I am accustomed to:
I also have two other license plate purses in a different design:
and the big brother:
Well, it turns out that I tend to rave about the company who makes these unusual purses and Joe called me about buying one for a woman he was interested in. Seems that after he bought the gorgeous metal purse that things didn’t exactly go as planned for him and this mystery lady. She wasn’t what he hoped she would be for him and he didn’t want to give her such an awesome present that she probably wouldn’t appreciate. Instead, he decided to send it to me, without knowing how cranky I was, just knowing that I would adore the purse and use it with great joy.
He was right. I will be ecstatic the first time I carry it. The damn purse is so unusual (which I love) and pretty (which I am unaccustomed to) that I will be beyond thrilled to use it.
Only problem is that I rarely dress up and this is not an every day metal purse. The Swarvoski crystals alone scream “be gentle with me” and my momma didn’t name me Grace for a reason.
But I felt an instant rush of happiness when I pulled the purse outta the box and I will be extra special careful with it. I am thinking I now need to go out Saturday night. Look out world, I am back. Back and happy again. And with a fantastic purse!
Oh! The whole point of this post is to ask you if loving this purse as much as I do makes me a materialistic bitch. Never before have I considered myself the kind of person who could have happiness bought, but I am seriously loving this purse more than I ever though possible. LOVE people. LOVE! Does this make me a shallow and / or bad person?
(Thanks, Joe. You will never know how perfect your timing was.)
P.S. I love this company so much that I bought a belt that they make. How stinkin cool is this:
Also, I have a few CD holders that they make:
Should you desire to have a wonderful (and often earth friendly) item to brighten your day, one that usually has both men and women chasing me down on airplanes and city streets, click here.
on June 7th, 2008 at 4:20 AM
No, it doesn’t make you a materialistic bitch. Part of why you love it so much is how it came to be yours. It’s special.
on June 7th, 2008 at 7:39 AM
Appreciating beauty is NOT materialistic.
Neither is appreciating friendship or being thought of or being, clearly, cherished.
I am soooo glad you’re feeling better.
Now, if you wear that belt in NYC I will take it off and beat you with it.
on June 7th, 2008 at 9:51 AM
It isn’t the purse itself that makes you so happy but that your friend thought enough of you to give it to you. And that it arrived at exactly the right time to lift your spirits.
on June 7th, 2008 at 9:56 AM
don’t wear the belt, but bring the purse to NYC!!
I am glad you feeling better.
and you aren’t materialistic….your fashion savvy!
on June 7th, 2008 at 12:18 PM
What they said… it’s the fact that someone thought of you and wanted to cheer you up when you were down. That’s worth a hell of a lot more than $240.
Thanks for the link — I have to go now so I can pick out my birthday gift. (August 10, btw).
on June 7th, 2008 at 1:21 PM
You’re not materialistic. That purse rocks! I should know, I am a Purse Whore. (Note the capital letters.) I love my giraffe purse more than anything. Your friend Joe… um, does he have a phone number? Heh.
on June 7th, 2008 at 1:22 PM
BTW… you’re not the only one with a case of the gumpies. I’ve had it. Karl’s got it. Adam’s got it. It passes, even without awesome gifts. Altho pressies totally make it easier.
on June 7th, 2008 at 1:49 PM
What Winter said. I’ve got it, too. Only, mine is more worry related.
on June 7th, 2008 at 4:03 PM
Sometimes it takes a little thing like that to pick me up too (well “little” is subjective, hah!) and you know what? It’s okay to feel that way
on June 7th, 2008 at 4:08 PM
I hate it when things get blamed on my man tool. My wife (at the time) used to scream at me, “Delmer, you’ve broken another lamp. For goodness sakes, but some pants on!”
Speaking of my man tool, I’ve got condoms made by that company. I got the ones called, “Personalized Plates, for Her Pleasure.” They’re very sturdy.
on June 7th, 2008 at 6:11 PM
Vermont: The CD Holder State
Yah, that’s about right…
on June 7th, 2008 at 6:16 PM
I was going to leave a follow-up comment about my irk with the need to preface cranky posts with “I’m not having my period” but it keeps coming out cranky. Catch-22.
on June 7th, 2008 at 6:43 PM
What is the deal with everyone and the “crankies”?
Not being a ‘girlie girl’, it must be awesome to get me excited about a purse,yet here I am LOVING yours!!!
on June 7th, 2008 at 7:48 PM
s – it really is special. truly wonderful. and i keep looking at it. with a big ole smile on my face.
britt – i only wear the belt during football season. although due to your reaction, i might make an exception! (when is your birthday? you know you so want the green bay seatbelt belt. hehe)
gwen – it really was perfect timing. i was blown away. happily blown away.
cissa – oh my dear sweet cissa, no one has ever called me fashion savy. TRUST me on that one. hehe
finn – does that make you a leo? not that i would know what that means anyhow, but still i sorta sounded like i had a clue, eh?
win – oh i am all about the fun purses! love em. have several shelves full of incredible purses. i’ll be sure to tell joe that you say hi. he is in california also…more towards san diego, though.
s – i have decided that worry is such the useless emotion. doesn’t change anything so i gave up on it. wasn’t easy, though.
hill – thanks for always being so supportive. very appreciated. you rock!
delmer – i would never yell at you for walking around with your man tool out and proud. never!
poppy – i love that the vt plates are green. i hate that anytime i am remotely emotional both men and women ask if i am premenstrual. for fuck’s sake, i am allowed to have emotions! (for a moment there i just had an image of me as the female “data” from star trek the next generation.)
metal – maybe there is something in the water? perhaps i shall shall switch to vodka. (ya know, i’m not a real girlie kinda girl either, but i do so love my purses. and presents!)
on June 7th, 2008 at 8:27 PM
Thank GOD my birthday is not until January.
You can get me this:
http://shop.littlearth.com/s.nl/it.A/id.5461/.f;jsessionid=0a0104471f43f774b8379b524eefac61fb996a5a76df.e3eSbNqNc38Le34Pa38Ta38Obhj0
Thanks.
on June 7th, 2008 at 8:50 PM
it’s been about 5 or 6 years since i last carried a purse. but that one, now that’s pretty.
on June 7th, 2008 at 10:21 PM
Very cool indeed. Glad you’re back “up” and I’m looking forward to our show tomorrow.
on June 7th, 2008 at 10:26 PM
I AM Leo… hear me roar!
on June 7th, 2008 at 11:18 PM
britt – ohhh, that one is pretty. birthday duly noted. but i have a super cyclone and i don’t carry it coz it is pretty big.
heather – often in the winter months i stuff everything in jacket pockets and don’t deal with a purse, but warmer weather means i must have something to carry crap with.
karl – i have no clue what we will talk about, but i am excited to guest on your show. 5 pm on sunday, people!!
finn – i hear ya all the way up here! roaaaaaaaaaar!
on June 8th, 2008 at 8:01 AM
all –
sorry that i didn’t pay enough attention to the proper spelling of swarovski. twice. such a slacker sometimes!
also, this post got me snacked upon over at dawg’s place. how stinking cool is that??!?!
on June 8th, 2008 at 8:25 AM
So were you on the rag or something?
(ducks and runs away)
on June 9th, 2008 at 11:35 PM
adam – i just now found this comment. not sure how i missed it. regardless, i laughed hard enough to wake my roomie. i do so love you! fucker.