So, I thought I would write about what I witnessed on Saturday morning that upset me so much…

If you were in service at C3 yesterday, then you know what I saw - you saw the pictures.

But, I just don’t think I’m ready to write about it yet…not today…not on a Monday. Mondays are hard enough. I’m exhausted and…well, maybe the tiniest bit grumpy and dramatic anyway. So, I just need to concentrate on happy things.

Side note: When you’re tired and grumpy and tempted to be pessimistic and dramatic about it, this is not the time to listen to the music of “Jewel”…especially (but not limited to) if she’s singing that song about her weird boyfriend that doesn’t really care that he’s ripping her heart out with his insensitive ways and his drama of “taking his coat off and standing in the rain”! But, I digress…

What I really need to do is clean out my refrigerator…now there’s a real pick-me-up activity. Seriously, though, it has to be done. And what better day to do it than a Monday. Maybe I should listen to Jewel and get really mad and dramatic and pretend I’m throwing out her no-good boyfriend who likes to smoke cigarettes in her kitchen and make her feel like garbage…

I don’t know why, but I’m a house-cleaning machine when I get mad…there’s just something therapeutic about wiping down surfaces.

So, I think I’ll go play my “fighter set” on my iPod - it has songs just like the set title would indicate (i.e.: “Fighter” by Christina A., “Hit me with your best shot” by Pat Benatar) - and get to cleaning…

That’s what Mondays are for, right? At least I can get a clean kitchen out of it - and that’s plenty to smile about…

So… Happy…I’m-not-listening-to-Jewel,

“fighter”music-rules,

I’m-going-to-bed-with-a-clean-house-if-it-kills-me-

and-if-it-does-you-can-play-Van Halen-at-my-funeral,

I’m-a-grumpy-drama-queen…Monday!
Peace out.