I give up.
I’m an optimist, but even optimists get to the point where they have to put down their pom-poms sometimes.
I kept thinking today about what word would I use to describe 2008. I came up with the perfect word: flummoxed. 2008 flummoxed me. I spent weeks not being able to move because of an inflamed disc in my back. We had some rough times with friends who ended up not being who they said they were. We had financial ups and downs. We had family ups and downs. You did too, right? Even today 2008 tried to throw us a curveball – sending us a boatload of irritating things to deal with.
Mr MIP and I are looking forward to saying goodbye to 2008. I kept trying to be upbeat – “We’ll just relax and watch a movie and soon it will be over and we can have a brand new start and we’ll make goals for the new year and I bought you a new pen to write your goals out…” But as we were getting ready to kick this stupid year out the door, guess what news story I heard?
They traded my Mark DeRosa to Cleveland.
I give up.
(I asked Mr MIP: “What’s the saddest song you know?” He came up with this one: Mad World by Tears for Fears. How depressing is this song? Guess I’ll wallow in it for the next three hours anyway. My saddest song is the second one playing, “Our Town” by Iris Dement.)