Grumpy cookie is grumpy.

grumpy-cookie

So I got the grumps. A lot of things that are totally out of my realm of control have not gone my way. And the things that I can control? Well apparently I have magically insane powers of screw up. Not fun. And I'm grumpy. I'm trying to shake it. I'm trying to ignore the little annoying things like the fact that I have wrinkles, grey hair, AND I still break out. I mean really? If you're old enough to have wrinkles, you should NOT break out anymore. It should be an unbendable cosmic law. I'm also trying to not sweat the bigger more troublesome things. I will do what I can, and I'll pray about the rest.

Also contributing to my grump factor is exercise. I'm not so good with consistent exercise. But it's (finally) starting to cool down here, so I need to get back into a routine. But getting back into a routine means dealing with all of the aches and yucks. I have shin splints like you wouldn't believe. So bad that the other night I dreamed I was in a horror movie with Jamie Lee Curtis and I couldn't run fast enough to get away from the killer. Because of the shin splints. Shin splints that woke me from my very unpleasant dreams. Oh well, I guess I should be grateful that I didn't get woken up from good dreams by shin splints.

I'm trying to look on the bright side here and failing miserably. In the family world things have just been busy. School, and after school activities are keeping us hopping. We're hoping to get outside this weekend and spend some time. In the knitting world, things are in secret mode. Most everything I'm working on right now can't be shown to outside eyes. So you get a picture of a grumpy cookie.

Just sharing the grumpy love here.