This post was written last week but never posted due to strep throat. Due to that same ailment and a lovely weekend away, I have no other post ready to go…so I figured I’d post this rant….

Today I was lamenting about my 7am flight on Thursday. Oh woe is me, I have to leave the house by 5:45am. Oh how terrible. And then I realized…SHUT THE CRAP UP! I am going on a trip. With my friend. To a beautiful resort in Sedona, Arizona. Who the crap am I to complain about my flight time? I suck.

And then of course that got me onto a mental rant about complaining. I have ranted about this before, but here we go again. I know of sooooo many people who complain about their jobs. I get it. Long hours suck, hard work kind of sucks – or for the SAHM, a hard working husband can be a challenge. But here’s the thing…very few people have jobs they truly love. I have found that most people fall into one of two categories, they either love their work, or they tolerate their work because it allows them to enjoy their hobbies.

I am not saying I don’t complain. I do get frustrated when RBB is working extra hours or is stressed or whatever, but his job allows us to do the things that we love. His job affords us the ability for him to play music (his passion) and for us to travel and do the other things we love, you know, like eat.

So if you hate your job you have to decide what that really means. If you are miserable and it is keeping you from enjoying anything else in your life, then maybe make a change. I have a friend who hates her job, so she is putting on her entrepreneurial thinking cap and seeing what she can do. I know not everyone can do that, some people need to keep the job they have. I totally get that. But does complaining about it make it any better? Or does it just allow your work unhappiness to seep into the other aspects of your life?

I am not at all saying I don’t complain. I do. About my work, RBB’s work and a host of other things. But I am working on it. I am trying to compartmentalize it so that the things that bug me don’t cloud the things that I love. I look at people like Becky, and the smile on her face. The way she is making life work right now. Caring for her daughter, for her son, her home, her marriage. Seriously, if she can remain upbeat and positive then I can certainly shut the hell up about RBB working some extra hours, and clearly need to not bitch about my 7am flight.

Rant over.

Round up…

I ordered these. In fuchsia. Not sure I can pull it off.

OKC Bloggers. Lots of them.

I love this husband’s valentine. 

Want to know my must have make up item? I am sharing it on Cardigan Junkie today.  Check it.

I never thought taxidermy would make me laugh. I was wrong.

I was looking at Valentine’s and the Disney ones reminded me of this….

Speaking of Disney, sort of related….we watched Wally-E this week. I am shocked that Bonham liked it and never once asked what was going on or when it would end. I like slow movies and so does RBB, I guess it runs in the family.

Need some work out motivation? Add this to your reader. She will slap you with plenty all week long. And I mean that in a good way.

If this was in OKC I would sign up in an instant. I might still…even though I’d have to drive to Tulsa for it. Climb 50 floors….booyah. Since when did that sound like fun to me? Oddly, it does. I asked RBB if it was odd that I wanted to do this and he said “not anymore.” I guess I have become a worker outer. Now if my body would just get on board and show it…

Anyway…

Have a good weekend!