My husband's all about PMA (positive mental attitude), while I'm all about PMS. The first involves denying reality, not making contingencies for emergencies (don't you love the way those two words look together?) and thinking that if you don't talk about a problem, it doesn't exist. The second involves bloating, eating, cravings, procrastinating, brain fog, cramping, irritability and mood swings and chocolate. Did I mention chocolate?
According to my husband PMA can cure a cold, mend broken bones, lower cholesterol, and make your whites whiter. Bless his heart. I wish I had more PMA, not that I'm necessarily NMA (negative mental attitude), I think I'm just mostly MMIA (mentally missing in action--you know the light is on but I'm gone eating chocolate somewhere.)
My husband is also a firm believer in "putting things out in the universe." This means that if you want something to happen, you think about it, you say it out loud, you write it down and the universe delivers.
For instance, a couple months ago he thought he would like to go on a foreign trip so he sent his request into the universe and lo and behold within a couple months the universe delivered. He went on two foreign trips (both work related). The universe respects my husband probably because he is a serious man--one who dots his i's, and crosses his t's and never j-walks.
The universe does not take me seriously. Maybe it's because I wear mismatched socks, sing Captain and Tenille songs and tell your mom jokes to my kids. If there's something I really want, I am smart enough to keep it on the DL because if I think it, say it or breath it, I will jinx myself and the universe will laugh in my face.
Just this past week, I let this thought escape into the universe: Gee it's been a long time (20 years) since we've had goldfish.
About 30 minutes later there was a knock on the door. When I opened it there was a plastic bag containing 3 goldfish with this note: Broil 2 minutes on each side. Season with a pinch of salt. Enjoy.
If you get a message from me, just ignore it unless it involves money, a clean house, or buns of steel.
P.S. The fish didn't even taste that good.