Is there such thing as being too happy?

I've been accused of being too happy.  A LOT. Especially in the last several months.

I'm sure that most of you have figured out that I've recently (for lack of a better word) "divorced" several members of my family.  Why?  Because I got tired of being used and then discarded like trash.  Especially when the person who treated THEM like garbage deemed them fit to be back in her life, thus making me and my family unnecessary in their lives.  I have literally rescued them from abuse, being homeless, ya know, major crazy things like that and then POOF!  I'd get the big F-U from them and they're done with me (of course, only until they needed something.  Than I was wonderful again.)  I did this for YEARS and YEARS and I finally decided a few months ago that my kids and my husband should come first.  So I stopped the rescue mission.  Cold turkey.

So there's the back story to the "too happy" thing.  Said family members like to say that I'm too happy.  As in, I'm faking it. But in reality, I'm a happy person.  A smile through the tears, glass is half full, everything happens for a reason, kind of girl.  I guess that fact that I've made peace with my decision to cut them out of my life bothers them.  But to have my happiness used against me, frankly, it bugs the hell out of me!

I came across a quote on Pinterest that sums it all up "There is a difference in giving up, and knowing when you've had enough."  And I have had ENOUGH.  Crap, I'd had enough 5 years ago.  I don't miss the drama. I don't miss the backstabbing.  And I don't miss getting my heart ripped out again and again.

So, here's the deal. I love my hubby so much that it's ridiculous.  The word soul mate would fit in here, but I find that cheesy.  We just understand each other and love each other.  Every time Allan calls me (since he's in ground school, see posts below) he tells me how much he misses me, how much he loves me, how he can't wait to see me.  Seriously, who doesn't want to be loved and adored like that?  I know that I enjoy it and appreciate it to no end.  So that shouldn't make me happy?!  Because it does.

My kids are amazing.  They entertain me, ALL THE TIME .  They say funny things, they tell me funny stories, they are just the best little humans around.  So I shouldn't be happy about that either?  That I've given birth to two of the most incredible people alive?  It thrills me to pieces.

Also, I believe that happiness is a choice.  I choose to be happy.  I DON'T choose to wallow in pity, sadness and heartache.  And believe me, I've had my fair share to wallow in these past few years.  I choose to rise up and be the person who God intended me to be.

So, answer me this:
Have you ever given up on someone because they suck you dry emotionally?
Do you think that you can be too happy?

Well, I'm going to bed to sleep off this moment.  Here's to a HAPPY week!!!

I laugh. Because if I don't laugh, I will cry. And I hate to cry. So I laugh.

After my last post about the broken stuff in my house, several other things have broken as well! Its just hilarious at this point! Allan and I just look at each other and say "Well, what's one more thing?" I guess not only are we supporting thieves these days, we are also supporting the repair men of America. The Goeser electronics: Job security at its finest. Who needs the bail out?

The list continues:

10. Central Vacuum. However, we did manage to get this fixed on our own, whoo-hoo! It was just really, really clogged. Thank goodness.

11. Our drawer in our kitchen island. The most ironic part of it is that our cabinet maker is now out of business. (Don't feel bad. He was a jerk who cheated us out of thousands of dollars for crappy cabinets that I could have built better myself. They look pretty though.) The even more ironic thing is that the part of the drawer that is broken isn't sold at any of the local hardware stores. So we have a missing drawer in our kitchen until further notice.

12. My sister rents our condo and she called and told us that the dishwasher was broken. Seriously. I guess it has moved on to our other house now. I didn't realize it was contagious!

Note to everyone: Stay away from the Goeser's electronics! It could break your electronic goodies with this crazy ruin everything that you own "virus" that is running rampant at our house! It has now moved on to the drawers in the kitchen. I wonder whats next. Hopefully, nothing! Knock on wood.

There is an upside to my blitching however!

We have fixed our fridge, it was a pretty simple procedure. We are supposed to vacuum the condenser every 3-6 months. Um yeah...lived here 2 1/2 years. So we vacuumed all the crap out and Voila! The fridge is fixed. I didn't realize that our fridge was a high-maintenance drama queen. But I really love my fridge so it is forgiven for making me panic.

I called Wolf about our broken oven and it is covered under warranty! YAY! Well, the part is anyway. We have to pay for the labor which is fine with me. Hopefully, its easy to diagnose and easy to install. Keep your fingers crossed!
I contacted Nintendo about Carson's DS and I got to send it in for free and they will pay to fix it too. Sending warm, fuzzy feelings to Nintendo for standing behind their product.

However, Sony gets the big middle finger! My laptop is 3 weeks out of warranty and they won't cover the cost of my broken hard drive. So if you want a laptop that only runs for a year and 3 weeks, the Sony Vaio is for you! As an added bonus: you can also lose all your pictures from Christmas! The best part: when you call to complain about it the person on the other line barely speaks English because of the fabulous outsourcing that big companies do these days. Long story short: Sony sucks and I will never buy another product from them! Join me in my Sony Sucks ban! It will be fun.

In other news, the white trash fest is over! We took the lights down yesterday. I made the kids help. You would have thought it was the end of the world!! Oh the whining that went on! I'm too tired, I'm hungry, I'm too little, I want to go and play with my friends, boo-hoo-hoo! You would have thought I was making them muck out stables or something! Spoiled rotten kids.

Does anyone else out there wish that when you were your kids age, your life was that rough? Caleb whines when he has to unload the dishwasher. I didn't have a dishwasher until I was like 12! If he had to hand wash dishes I think he might have a stroke. And I would have killed to have a DS, a Playstation (grr..sony) and an X Box. How about an MP3 player? I'm 32 years old and I still don't have one! Rotten to the core, I tell ya!

Good thing that they are cute and funny. If not, I just might give them away! But they would just bring them right back because they are too spoiled. So I guess I'm stuck with them. Yes, I know, its mostly my fault. But I choose to blame Allan.