IE7 Errors with Sitemeter and Saturday

I was irritated last night because even though it was my verylovelyfridayevening extraveganza, I couldn't get to my blog. I kept getting an "Operation Aborted" message. Egads ! So, after deleting my last post, my Weeds widget, and weather widget without prevail, the Mr. told me to back away from the blog and deal tomorrow. I absolutely did not do a search, which would have answered my conundrum quite quickly.

And in the frenzy, I deleted the last cross post to Ryan's Punk Music Blog and to Russia making emo kids cry. Read it. You'll giggle.

So back to last night -- work has been stressful. I'll leave it at that. The point is, I knew I was bound for a dismal Friday evening if I didn't get my head in the right place. This was a 911 emergency if I ever had one. The beautiful moment was upon driving home, I thought back to Susan and a story she had recounted to me only a few days ago. Nothing major, but a snippet from one of our conversations was her telling her son that she needed to go for a walk to get some good endorphins flowing because she was in a bad mood. [sic] So, I let Mr. know to keep his distance and that I needed to walk off the day. I was out the door in merely a few moments. No headphones, no phone. I decided silence was the answer this evening. It was overcast, but not too cold and not too hot - just perfect, really. Not only did I snap the funk, but I also spied possibly the most lovely house for SALE that I've seen in months. An English Cottage, to be exact. Possibly 10 minutes from where we live now. I'm not going to go into huge details and warp my mojo, but it really is lovely. I came home and left the broker a message that we'd like a viewing after He agreed that it really IS perfect. The ONLY downside that I see so far - and this is a big one - no garage. I didn't realize it until I got home and we were looking over the informational flyer I had picked up. Why oh why would this be the case ? Ah well.....as said many times to me by my parents, "we'll see". And now, it fits.

As typical for me, there are no plans yet for today. There are options.....oh yes, but no hard set plans as of yet. My immediate need is to savour this coffee (that I ground with our NEW burr grinder) and click around for a nice recipe to make this weekend.

And maybe I'll take another walk....not because of a grouchy mood, but perhaps because I want to.

And you are....?

Uff....what is your remedy when you come home wearing your grumpy pants ? Peel those dang things off quickly....yes ? I did that and I'm still cranky.

Irritability is like depression. It sets in quickly, often for unknown reasons and lingers longer than you wish it would. My initial reaction is SHOP ! But once I get my head wrapped around the idea of what that entails and how it will most likely be, I'm over it. Funny enough, I get more and more irritated the more it's ignored. Some would wish to be left alone - fearful they may scratch out the eyes of the next person to speak to them. I am to a degree, but I find that I like to have it acknowledged and THEN to be left alone. Not that the world should weep at my feet because I'm cranky - just acknowledge me, dammit.

And all of this is funny, because quite frankly, I'm having a KICK ASS week at work. I've managed to win over several new clients and find a few fabulous people great jobs. I was even squeeled at over the phone today when I let someone know they were offered the position. And really, it doesn't get better than that.

So WHY AM I CRANKY ?