welcome to Lame City

I went through a phase as a teenager when nothing made me happy. Gifts were met with an eye-roll and talks with my parents resulted in the typical ‘stay out of my life‘ or ‘you’re so embarrassing!‘ God, teenagers suck. What the hell? Thankfully… it didn’t last long. (Kids – there’s no better friend than your mom/dad. Who else is willing to pay for all of your unnecessary crap and deal with your shit? No one. NO ONE, I tell you!)


I find myself being the polar opposite lately. I got new towels today and it made me so happy I did a little jig in the bathroom as I hung them up. Because I got towels. Then a handful of Starburst jelly beans made me sing a song. I’m not sure if I’m becoming more appreciative of little things in my old age, or becoming more lame. Seriously, who gets excited over towels? And food? I think it’s all downhill from here, folks. Next up – getting excited over fiber pills and how they do wonders for my digestive system. Stay tuned.

Yesterday was my husband’s birthday. There is nothing in this world more important to me than him, so I wanted to add it in. Happy Birthday, Alex. laytonalex

151 thoughts on “welcome to Lame City

  1. Ann Coleman says:

    Nothing wrong with being happy over the little things! Although sometimes it is hard to explain the satisfaction I get over a well-organized linen closet…. Loved this post!

  2. 2ndhalfolife says:

    He is TOTALLY right! Most other holidays are either Hallmark ways to make money or some religious holiday that has been distorted beyond it’s original meaning. We EARN our birthday and any day where we’re peering down on the grass, not looking up through the dirt…. we should be grateful and celebrate! 🙂 Happy birthday husband of Blair!! 🙂

  3. thisendoftheswamp says:

    I can absolutely relate to the towels. When you’re young(er) and living on a really tight budget, you always think how nice it would be to have stuff that matches. When you finally get to that point, it is like a prize for having made it this long.

    And it tells you all you need to know about what sort of kid I was, that my parents sent me to a boarding school. I think the Good Lord should have arranged things so people with into cocoons when we turn 13, and emerge fully adult when we are twenty-one or so. Woks for butterflies; why not humans?

  4. Mellow Curmudgeon says:

    Yes, “becoming more appreciative of little things in … old age” does happen. Now that I am no longer tumbling in a kaleidoscope (of ambitions, crises, career moves, and frustrations), I am more aware of mundane miracles.

  5. Charlene says:

    Aw, you’re not so lame. Now me, for instance, I get happy about base moulding, being in bed by 830p, and the insulation in my house that keeps out the noise from the neighborhood.


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