I would like to address more of what I wrote of yesterday, and I may at a future date but I’m irritated that I’ve not had the questions I asked, flat out, answered. I thought they were legitimate questions. Now I see that they are just the kinds of questions I ask over and over and obviously they are just stupid questions that no one sees any reason to answer. This has perfectly illustrated my point. I will leave it at that and y’all will just have to put up with my ignorance and incompetence for as long as you chose to come here. So there. And before you take any of this personal, please keep this is mind. If you read here, you know that you dwell in a special place in my heart, all of you in your own way. You also know that I’m on medication that is making me a
f***ing lunatic little hormonal, agitated and prone to moodiness. So you’ll forgive my snippiness. Chalk it up to getting to know The Woman in All Her Glory. And now when I tell you how I started my day, and since you love me too, I trust that you’ll forgive me just about anything that might end up on this screen…
4:00 AM Awoke to a huge, earth-shaking thunderclap.
4:30 AM Finally back to sleep after lots more lightning, two hot flashes and a fair amount of teeth clenching and heart stoppage. Totally blew my storm therapy to hell and back.
5:00, 5:05, 5:10, 5:15 AM Awoke to, and promptly shut off alarm, cursing repeatedly.
5:20 AM Hauled a** out of bed.
5:30 AM Confronted with huge centipede (or millipede or Satan himself) on my kitchen counter.
5:30:03 AM Smashed the living sh** out of Satan with a paper towel.
5:35 AM Flick on TV to check out weather situation for the day. Oh, rain. Big surprise. What, Tammy Faye Baker has cancer? Oh, no. That’s too bad. What? Sixty-five pounds! That can’t be good. Look away from the TV.
5:36 AM Dammit, why didn’t I look away? Lord Almighty, why can’t I get that image out of my mind? This is way too much trauma for me on a Thursday morning before 6AM.
7:00 AM– 3:30 PM
More Trauma Work.
4:00 PM I walk in the door and find that PD has removed our kitchen ceiling.
Somebody shoot me.
(When you describe a day of your life and end up categorizing it on your blog under rant, web issues and wtf… is that like, a red flag???)