I have a bad temper. For many years I was very good at keeping a lid on it, but for the last couple years I've become pretty tetchy for whatever reason. I guess take your pick: over tired, over stressed, maybe just less able to multitask with more demands requiring it of me. And I'm a yeller too, although I can hold it in when my reserves are higher. And I feel horribly guilty when I do yell, plus it models such terrible behavior for the kids, so when I can repress the yelling, I do.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm great at being angry on behalf of other people. I am happy to let forth my righteous fury and Get Shit Done Right. Not always for myself though.
I get pissy but rarely angry.
Every turkey I've prepared got named Fred and I made it dance.
I'm not a very angry person. When I do go there, it's very very cold. I can usually identify the sources of the emotion in me, and react accordingly. I guess I'm good at using my words? In any case, I'm generally conflict avoidant, and am either going to sift to the source of the issue (and defuse, if it is from someone else) or remove myself from the situation, if I give a shit. Sometimes, I don't give a shit. I don't like being around mean aimed to hurt. That, I can't abide and it will not be forgotten.
I should amend: mean TO. I'm good about being mean ABOUT...
I am completely earwormed with "Copacabana" now. Thanks, Erin.
(Although it's better than the McDonald's Filet O Fish commercial that's been stuck in my head for weeks now.)
In sixth grade, before I knew what "cool" was, I used to listen to my mom's Barry Manilow albums all. the. time. I sort of them miss them sometimes, to be honest.
At the Copa!
It's my go-to karaoke song. My mom luuuuurved Barry Manilow, and I knew all the words to all the songs.
I love Copacabana! It's on my swim mix.
Noah and I just had a fight. I sent him to bed without speaking to him. That lasted for 20 minutes. Then I crawled in his top bunk and told him that I don't like when he lies because it means he doesn't trust me and I can't trust him. Then I made him laugh and now all is okay again.
I feel stormy today.
It was stormy in my head all day today.
I wish I could find the medley with all of his commercial jingles. That was one of my favorite things.