Okay, I think I have obsessed about a template for about 8 days now. After mucho deliberation and many failed attempts alas, I have picked one -I most certainly am HTML/XML challenged. So I need to shut up and write already.
Today feels like at least three days rolled into one long ass one and I didn't even go to work. oi vey.
"Back To"......"Back To School Night" was laborious and something I was not looking forward to, either time. Money can buy you an opinion that you "get" to voice, whether it gets you anywhere or not is another story. Bottom line is ITS ONLY 4TH GRAGE!! After another failed attempt at "no tears for homework", I am giving it all a rest! I effed up somewhere along the line with the 23 year old, therefore I must have plenty of time left to eff it up with the 9 year old - right?
OMG, I just know this is going to feel good to get this all off my chest and release it into cyberspace. Hopefully between this and therapy I can find it in my heart to cut back on the irritability factor in my attitude, increase my xanax and you know be....well basically be a responsible and super happy with my hands on mom/wife/sister/daughter/niece/friend - you know the drill.
I am so pissed off right now, but I don't want to be the "husband hater". I am sure I really, really love my husband. (effin positive). Oh but not right now, not a few minutes ago and not even an hour from now. AND, hard to believe, but at this very moment I am WAY too embarassed to even tell you why. Maybe if I stick around awhile longer........the bloody shame of it all. Uh...beyond words. Almost. Let me just say "when did being married equate to losing all of one's privacy"? My mother always had her own corner, nook, drawer or the such like for her "personal/private/keep your nose out STUFF". Is nothing SACRED??? Am I asking for too much to have one big bag of "stuff" next to my side of the bed, all nicely zipped up. With just the tiniest of foolproof "traps" invisible to the male eye. Bloody hell.
If you happen to stumble upon this blog, I swear alot! If are not too keen on potty mouthers then it's not too late to go back towards the light. Don't forget the word MANIACAL in the heading/title. OK?
If my BFF/Crazy Fun Mom(?) is there.....do you think it necessary I write an "about me" bit? Won't that be fairly obvious like......relatively quickly? Anyway I am going to look for you in a mo. Feel better, I am just dreading working without you there! It makes the day drag. Oh bloody get better you!!!!:}
Okay I am going to blurt it out! My husband is a vicodan thief. WOWSER! That feels good. effin bastard. eff eff eff eff. You know when you have oral surgery and suffer a few days longer just to save a few vicodan for "emergencies?" What do you mean "no?" Doesn't everybody do that? What the hell is wrong with people? Anyway, guess that's "how I roll". You never know, ever. effin thief. I knew it, I just didn't want to believe it. My sacred effin bag, in my own corner - that's all I have, a "corner". WTF!! I'm thinking that sounds a bit pathetic. Even petty. (yeah, like petty theft!) God, I hope I get over this. I cannot wait to go to therapy this month. AND yes I know you are probably thinking "this month", "praise to Jah, this woman needs to be in therapy every week". Truth is I can't, my therapist gets too depressed after my session. Swear on it.
On a brighter note, life isn't too bad huh! Yeah, well maybe but
I gotta say there are tons of sucky moments. I am looking for the light. Speaking of light my hubby/thief just parlayed on a positive note that we have lost $12000 since August on our 401K, and "honey, I don't know why you're stressed out, it's just money". Uh, how about you sit down and STARE at the checking account and pay one of the bills mofo/seeker of all things in my corner.
The positive note.......ummmmm????? I am grateful to see my mostest favorite Aunty Pat from UK. And am so grateful for all of the Cadburys chocolate and malt loaf she has brought me. (which I have managed to scarf down tons of already, despite my future dental prognosis).
NOTE TO SELF: Good job P. Well done, only took about a year from procrastination to posting. Pat self on back.
ps. Dear Dad, I have no effin idea why my daughter has 4 cavities OK??? I was wondering if anyone called you and asked "you" why "I" had cavities at her age. PUUHHLEEEAASSE. Candy happens.
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