My inheritance....

I am sitting here at work this morning in excruciating pain. Rain is heading our way, and I can feel its approach in every single joint in my body. Arthritis suck when you are only 37 years old. Isn't that an old person's disease? A 37-year-old person should not be able to predict an oncoming rainstorm unless he or she is 1.) a meteorologist, or 2.) a baboon in Borneo. Since I am neither, my aching knees are useless to me.

Some people are lucky enough to receive an inheritance from their families. Some families pass down great wealth or priceless treasures to the next generation. As for me....I am not lucky enough to be a trust fund baby. I came with no dowry...no family jewels...no priceless heirlooms. As a matter of fact, arthritic knees are probably the best of the "inheritances" that I received from my family. I also received the following:

An inclination towards obesity.
This one is really fun. If I had not spent the last decade of my life trying to lose weight, what would I have done? Imagine all of the free time I would have had on my hands. I could have gotten myself in a lot of trouble with all of that free time. Good thing I had my weight to keep me occupied!

A predisposition towards alcoholism.
Nice, huh? From the day I was a stupid kid taking my first sip of beer, I have heard my mother's voice inside my head telling me to watch myself. One sip too many and I could easily become a raging alcoholic. Let me tell you...the college frat party takes on a whole new dimension when your mom's voice is right there with you commenting on every Pabst Blue Ribbon...every bottle of Strawberry Hill...every cup of hooch.

A propensity to under-earn and over-spend.
This is a skill I learned from my mother early on in life and honed through years and years of practice. I was considering going pro in monetary mismanagement when Ruanita came into my life. Unfortunately, she quickly cured me of my over-spending ways. At least I still have under-earning though! No one can take that away from me!!

Polycystic ovary syndrome (it's genetic...I got it from someone). I can't complaint too much about this one. If it were not for this condition, I would have had no need for fertility drugs. If I had not taken Clomid, I probably would not have gotten pregnant with my twins. And I would never in a million wish away one my little twinnies. However, I will complain about the need for birth control pills, the higher odds of developing diabetes, and the added difficulty in losing weight that PCOS causes. Fun stuff, for sure!

OK...maybe I am cranky this morning. Maybe my achy joints and the approaching rain are putting me in a foul mood. I have written before in this blog about all of the wonderful things I received from my family. However, today I am feeling like a bit of a Negative Nelly. I want to focus on the negative. I want to be grumpy and crotchety and sullen. I want to wallow in self-pity and utter ugliness. I want to sourly tell the world to go jump off a cliff! We all have days like that.......right?