“I’m too Blessed to be Stressed.”

Heard this last night on Minute to Win It of all places.  Guy Fieri is a hoot.  Not a huge fan of the game show, but I enjoy his shows on Food Network.  But he said this last night to two young ladies that were playing for half a million dollars, and I just loved it.

Unreasonable people, mean people, people that cut in front of me in line at the store, jealous people, rude people, kids that have no social graces, parents that have no social graces.

“I’m too Blessed to be Stressed!”

When my kids are having bad days and taking it out on each other, when I am having a bad day and taking it out on everyone, when I get into a fight with Roy over something stupid, when I step on the scale and haven’t lost any weight, when I open the fridge and see the kids drank all the milk…

“I’m too Blessed to be Stressed!”

When the dog has (ANOTHER) accident in the house, when the baby doesn’t make it to his frog (his little potty) in time, when our DVR cuts off and I miss the last five minutes of an interesting show, when my soap opera is interrupted to tell me it is snowing in Chicago…

“I’m too Blessed to be Stressed!”

When my alarm goes off and my legs are too sore to move, when I feel like dirt but need to hit the gym, when the kids tell me they need posterboard for school tomorrow at 7 at night…

“I’m too Blessed to be Stressed!”

And when I think I’m not good enough, not thin enough, not young enough, not old enough (will this ever happen again, probably not!), not pretty enough, not smart enough, too smart, too clumsy…

“I’m too Blessed To Be Stressed!”

Yell it, people!