When it’s Good it’s Good, When it’s bad it’s bad.


A sad face.
A sad face. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am trying to remember all that has happened in the last little while because I have not posted a blog in a bit. Last week was rather busy and this coming week I hope will be too, but what I wanted to talk to you about today (based on my life and hopefully yours in turn) are the good times of life versus the bad times.

When everything is good in life you feel like you are on top of the world. Nothing can happen that will ruin your day, you feel invincible; only to be thrown down from the pedestal you have placed your self upon to a dirty place in the pit of life clawing your way around just to make it through the day, if you can do that. Well such is life. Maybe, we forget to be thankful when things are good, I am not sure. I know when things are going well for me I forget to thank God that things so good. But I sure pray and beg when things get difficult, when I am not able to handle life. The thing with God is He always listens and He is always there so that I believe is something comforting in the bad times of life; when you can not deal with your worries you can place them in God’s hands and he will be your Rock, and help you deal with your problems. In the same way, I believe we have to remember to thank God when things are wonderful because things are wonderful because of God. He has given us our talents and achievements, so it is important to say not only ‘I’ did this, but that ‘through God I’ did this. Maybe prayer and giving thanks to God is a way we can deal with the good times and bad times in our life.

Last Sunday, I got to celebrate my birthday for the second time with my friends. I am spoiled! I got a Groupon to go bowling – 3 games and shoe rentals for 4 people for $25.00. I was pleased, thought it was a great deal and my three good friends and I had fun bowling. I am the worst bowler, I do not think I usually am but I like to aim for that last pin over, and over again – forget the rest. Then we checked out a new place on Whyte Avenue called Market. It used to be the old Iron Horse in my night clubbing days but it was condemned I think. Now it is revamped and looking good. You can try so many different kinds of beer there, almost anything: chocolate beer,  Frulie’s, raspberry beer, strawberries and cream beer, not to mention your regulars Heineken, Coors Light, etc. They also have drinks like Martini’s and Margarita’s; I found my new favorite Martini – a drink made with cranberry jucie, raspberries and a lots of other good stuff – called  Ambrosia. Truly, it was Ambrosia and my friends and I just had a fabulous night. Monday, I had a great day again spending it with a friend who had just returned from Europe. She was gone during my birthday as well, so I was spoiled again, she took me to lunch at Olive Garden ( Chicken Marsala every time!) and we did a bit of shopping at Southgate Mall where I had to take some boots back and she was looking for a purse. I had fun with her catching up on her life, and telling her all my news. I also got to go to an Olympic Wine Tasting on Thursday at DeVine Wines downtown and had a fantastic time there and came back with some pear cider to share with my mom, an Australian Shiraz for my dad, and some red Californian wine for me. All very tasty, and my top three picks. So there was so many good times this week, I was as I said ‘spoiled.’

In between though, it felt like one of the of the most difficult weeks because of my physical limitations – I get so physically and mentally tired after such a short amount of time. Also, I had bad stiffness this week, due to medications. So, I decided to paint my dressers, my one mirror, and bed side table. They all turned out good, there are a few little spots I have to get at with a small paint brush but my bedroom furniture is back in the house and things in my room look fantastic. Getting those dressers painted was surprisingly painful, tedious, and time consuming. I would work for 4 hours for three days plus 2 hours a 4th day and felt exhausted afterwards each day. I am so out of shape and stiff. I would have to sit with a microwaved wheat bag on my feet and shoulders for an hour afterward working. Working on painting and sanding my furniture became wearing, particularly, when I realized on Saturday I had errands to run and was exhausted. But I went out on Saturday anyways and even though I was tired and felt short with people, I did all that I had to do and managed to meet my brother (back from Europe also) for the new Dark Knight movie which was very exciting, but 3 hours long. I barely, made it home on the bus I was so fatigued; at night I knew I had pushed it too hard this week when I got yelled at for something and I started crying and did not stop all night. I just could not deal with being talked down to. I am 27 years old and when someone talks to you  like you are a 16 year old or worse a 10 year old, that does not feel so good.  And in the background, I thought I might have ‘man issues’. My boyfriend is gone 3 weeks a month, but sometimes it feels like we hardly talk and I just could not handle it anymore a couple days ago. Maybe, men are just like this, I do not know, I have not very much experience where this kind of thing is concerned. But women think, and think and over think things so that is how it has been for me. Then I found out he has been having issues with phone and I felt so silly. He is so good to me.

So in summary, this week has been really good when it has been good, and really bad, when it has been bad. I am limited by illness to deal with things sometimes, and sometimes I am just dealing with the usual things of life, and not dealing very well. So I pray, and I think this is all I can do.

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