Monday, September 12, 2011

Shiny, happy, people pants....

Many years ago when my oldest son was a toddler, he had a favourite song called 'Shiny Happy People' which was a popular song at the time and was sung by a group called R.E.M.

It was also the early nineties when happy pants were the latest fashion rage. I know I'm really showing my age here but happy pants were baggy, loud, multi coloured pants very popular with teenagers.

My toddler son had many pairs of these pants (hip young mother that I was) and he used to refer to them as his 'shiny, happy people pants' mixing up his favourite song and his favourite item of clothing.

It always used to make me laugh and think of happy people running around in brightly coloured pants. Happy people with happy pants.

I thought of the song today when I was driving home, but on the flip side, because today I was definitely wearing my dull, grumpy people pants. I'm not sure if the giving up smoking irritability has caught up with me but today I was quite simply a grumpy cow wearing my grumpy pants.

Admittedly I didn't have the grumps in the first initial weeks of giving up smoking because I was so desperately sick and just felt plain miserable. It's finally caught up with me though. I just wanted to be left alone and no questions asked, which was not to be my luck of course. Note to self - grumpy cow is not a good persona for the communications person either.

Driving home it was probably fortunate that the guy driving next to me was always slightly a car length ahead of me because I was in the mood to give him a small piece of mind - not that it was any of my business, but I was in a mood. Smoking with your toddler in the back seat is just bad news buddy. I smoked for years but never in the house or in the car with my children. My lungs, my choice - not my kids choice.

See, I told you I was in fine grumpy form today. Mercifully the day when exceedingly quick with plenty to keep me occupied and hopefully no long term working relationships damaged with my less than friendly demeanor. The IT help desk don't count because as mentioned previously, myself and fellow co-worker are already on their hit list.

You know exactly what I'm talking about here don't you. Just one of those days in a million where everything and everyone just annoys the utter $@#! out of you. Keeping that in mind, I think I might find a nice quiet corner of the loungeroom tonight and hopefully the men in my life will cut me a wide berth.

If any of you have some spare shiny, happy, people pants laying around - I could probably do with a spare pair to replace my dull, grumpy, people pants.

Hope your day was better than mine.

Cheers, Fi

I'm a perfect example of the grumpy, old man. I'm really good at it. ~ Ned Beatty

2 comments:

  1. Those days come and go - and always I remind myself...

    Bless them. Strengthen me.

    and move on....

    Hugs! Hope tomorrow is sunny and bright.

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  2. Happy pants...LOL...I think we called them parachute pants here. I am just invisionin MC Hammer singing Can't Touch This.
    Early 90's? We must be pretty close to the same age?

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