Many Compliments

Compliments are very common in my life, but when you get them when you tried really hard at something, they become much more than nice words, but deserving nice words. Not saying I don't deserve each and every compliment I get, but when I'm exerting myself to my stress limit and get a compliment on my hard work, it's special.

Today my nieces birthday party kept me on my toes, co-hosting with my mother. I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. First, I set up the decorations at the park and moved tables that weighed as much as a McDonalds addicted rhinoceros. Then as the people started showing up, with my mother running back and forth from the house to the park bringing food, I had to entertain them with my good looks and my award winning jokes. While simultaneously juggling on a unicycle, I prepared some of the food, finished decorating our section of the park, and had breathe the entire time. I know, I'm amazing. Then as my mother and my sister, with the guest of honor, showed up, late to her own party, I could finally trickled down into a chicken running around with just half his head cut off.

After all this shenanigans, we had a surprised party for my father. Already exhausted and burnt out, we had to pretend to have fun, which wasn't so hard when we all started playing a quick game of LCR. It involves winning money, of course I had fun.

So now as the day is done, I can remind myself on all the compliments I got. Shall we go over them? I think so. "Wow, these decorations look great, Tyler." "Wow, this party is fun, Tyler" "Wow, you're really good looking, Tyler". And since I tried so hard to make it the best it could possibly be, it felt so earned, which makes it all the worth while.