Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Whining

I am a big, fat whiner today. I absolutely DETEST whining. My kids learned, probably before they could walk, to answer the question "What do you get when you whine?" in unison "DIDDLEY SQUAT"!!!

Yet here I am today whining. And there is no one in sight to say, "Oh poor LisaPie, let me take care of you and make things better". Truthfully, no one ever says that, but today I am feeling inordinately needy and whiney, so it is especially noticeable.

I am not sure what my problem is but I am feeling nostalgic about Easters past. Back when my kidlets were small and Easter was such great fun, what with decorating the house, Easter bunnies, Easter eggs, Easter outfits, going to church and seeing the hundreds of people who only show up on Easter and Christmas, a big Easter feast and lots of chocolate bunnies and PEEPS!! I do love me some Peeps. So my kids are big people now and Rachel Pie is off in school and has no plans to come home (unless there is a surprise in store for me this weekend! Dare I hope?) and Jonathon is still up in the air on his plans. Mr. Big Ed is off at a local seminary at a Holy Week silent retreat and has his phone off because, well . . . . it's a silent retreat.

So there is no one but the dogs to hide eggs for, no one to decorate the house for but me, no new Easter outfit since I am not buying anything, no big feast and probably no Peeps since I am the only one in this whole house who likes the Peeps. Kind of a sad and pathetic Easter, huh?

That is, unless I am getting surprised by both kids coming home and planning something? Anyone think that is remotely possible? No? Me, neither.

No more whining for me unless I want to alienate the small, tiny group of 4 that is my followers on this blog. (See how I snuck in one more whine?)

If you read this, send me a reason to perk up and quit being a big whiney ass wiener.

3 comments:

  1. Oh poor LisaPie.....I come down there and give you a big hug and a box of Peeps & tell you it will pass, if it wasn't so far.
    Can you get to a church service or some other social gathering? Being around other people for a bit might make you feel a little less isolated and less lonely. I'd volunteer at a shelter or church that is holding a Free Easter dinner for the poor/homeless/folks w/nowhere to go. Make yourself usefull and get out around people to feel better.
    Go find a community Easter Egg Hunt....who cares if your kids are grown or past that age. Just go watch someboy else's little kids hunt eggs and smile.

    And then go home, make yourself something special to eat, pour a glass of something good to drink, put on some good music, smear peanut butter on your face and let the doggies give you some licking love. 8-)

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  2. Hey Lisa - I know how you feel! We happen to be in Denver with Anna and Nate this week, but holidays, in general, are not the same anymore. Is it the expat life and new traditions break in and upset the known tradition? Our Christmases and Thanksgivings were so damn formal when we were growing up - I switched that as soon as we married to make them VERY casual, very informal, and very laugh-filled. Not having a church I like in Mty. has made it weird, too. It's just so incestuous to get involved with the people at church whom you see at school and at Newcomers and ASOMO and blah, blah, blah. Am I whining? Probably, but . . .

    I hope you take yourself out into the fresh air and out for a nice breakfast tomorrow and just enjoy the health and happiness of you and your family and friends. I'll be thinking about you! We're thinking it's too cold to get up for sunrise services, but we shall see.

    Buy yourself some Peeps! If I were there I'd bring you some and we'd spend the day together.

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  3. your whining might just pay off... I used to...um, tolerate... peeps. And somehow this translated into my mom thinking that I LOVED them. I now get a box of like 12-16 peeps every Halloween, Christmas, and Easter. There is a growing stack in my pantry, and I'm sure more will be added when I see my mom tomorrow. Next time you're in town, I'll bestow my Peep collection on you :)

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