Gullable

I'm trying to muffle my less than stellar mood with silly thoughts, in hopes of squashing the less than stellar mood. I probably should write about my less than stellar mood, but I probably will later once I get a grasp on it. You ever have those moods when you wonder why the things that tick you off, tick you off? Should I chalk it up to it "just being me"? Or is it something I can turn around to change my perspective where it doesn't tick me off as much?

Eh. Who knows. I'll ponder. Rambling...

Ok, so I'm gullable. Everybody that really knows me, knows that. I will usually try to say after being the victim yet again, "well, it didn't sound right, but I didn't really give it much thought." But, all people hear is that I didn't give it much thought. That's okay.. it usually ends up being humorous, but sometimes I worry myself.

So I was gullable yesterday. Twice. With the same person.

"There's an old saying in Tennessee — I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again."
—President George W. Bush

Sometimes, I feel like that. Except I get fooled again.

Incident #1
Craig and I went to his parents' house in Randleman, NC and had lunch w/ his family. We were sitting around the dinner table and for those of us that could see the TV, were glancing at the Vikings game here and there. Well, the viking mascot (for the non-football watchers, he was an actual man in Viking gear) was on the sidelines talking to a photographer, and then leans over and kisses her on the cheek. Now, they were filming this guy for a good 20 seconds. Random, right?

Me: The mascot just kissed that photographer!
Craig: Haley.. they're dating..
Me: Hmm.. weird.

Like I said, they were focused on the viking for a good 20 seconds. So, I'm thinking "Okay, Craig must've heard what they were talking about while they were filming (including the viking mascot's personal life) and I missed it." I'm an idiot. So I shrug it off, and continue on about my business. Well, a few seconds later... Craig just busts out laughing. Of course I'm puzzled and wondering if I have food or something all over my face, or Lord knows what else.. and he just keeps laughing til he's nearly in tears. It clicks. I quickly give him the evil eye before I punch him in the shoulder. The doofus lied to me.

Incident #2
Later on in the day, we're at my house, watching the CHARGERS!/cowboys game. Of course the Chargers are doing awesome and do something even more awesome (probably via Philip Rivers), and the camera crew pans to Jerry Jones in his posh little box. He angrily throws the pen he was holding and probably mutters some no-no word because he just realized how awesome the Chargers are.

Craig: That's his lucky pen.
Me: Really??
Craig: Yep.
Me: How do you know?.... are you lyi- YOU ARE! You lied to me again! Stop telling me that stuff because you know I'll go tell Joe Schmoe "Hey, did you see Jerry Jones throw his lucky pen in disgust because they still suck in December?" or something and look like a total idiot when they look at me like they just discovered that I may or may not be as dumb as a bag of hammers because I believed you!?

And then I laughed because he's already in tears from the laughter. It is funny. But it gets old being the gullable one. Hmph.