i never realized how much my mother has influenced me until i started writing this blog. i’m serious.
no, she wasn’t a door slammer, but her big sister was — the very reason it was the ultimate no-no when i was growing up. let me rephrase that — the ultimate hell-no when i was growing up & my mom wasn’t going to have it in her house.
the very reason i do it in mine.
may have been the first thing i did when i was old enough to have my own. imagine me signing the papers, walking over the threshold and
here’s why i think door slamming works. it’s the watered-down version of throwing a stack of dishes at the wall, or firing a bullet through the television screen like elvis supposedly did. kind of like stark raving mad-LITE.
& besides — are you kidding? i’d never hurt my own stuff. took me a long time to acquire it. not only that, but i really like it.
today was a real door-slammer for me. think i did it 3 times before lunchtime. if no one’s home, sometimes i’ll throw in a couple of long, loud monkey screams but there were painters outside, re-staining my garage doors that look like hell. &, no — i didn’t slam the garage doors. they’re the roll-down kind.
so why was i so pissed today?
just got some not great news about something i’d put my blood & guts into. someone wasn’t quite as impressed with it as i was. not nearly as impressed.
so, what did i do? after i slammed the doors, you mean?
got on my old buddy facebook, of course. isn’t that the 2014 salve for the soul? all your pals in one place ready to give you a big old
didn’t have to search long. there’s a woman on there who’s the real rainbows & unicorns type. here’s what was on her page:
after reading that little ray of sunshine, i think i went & slammed the door a couple of more times. ate a dozen more lemon cookies. didn’t mention that part before, did i? my bad.
with only a few crumbs left in the box, i switched FB back on & began scrolling. here’s what i found:
best damn idea i heard all day.
here’s another one from the archives:
can i hear an amen?
thanks for listening. i feel better now.
Perhaps you did not realize the influence but I sure did 🙂 One of the many reasons I can’t help myself from loving MARY Louise
yeah — i know what you mean… grrr-r
Oh and AMEN