Fair warning - This post contains explicatives. One is in a quote from a movie which you have all watched and laughed at, so try not to get your panties in a bunch. Others, well, they are just me and most of you know when I am frustrated, mad, surprised, happy, sad, or just being me, I swear. If you are going to be offended, don't read and please don't judge. I come from a long line of cursers. It is a skill that has been passed down through the generations, and I'd like to think I am rather good at it.
Holidays are both wonderful and craptacular. Maybe that is why we love them so much. In the book The Count of Monte Cristo there is a quote near the end that says something about how in order to experience ultimate joy, we have to have experienced ultimate pain. Christmas day is wonderful because all the preparation before hand is complete hell.
I hope you all don't read this and think I am a total blubbering idiot. I am just ticked off at the moment. Tonight it just seems like the proverbial shit has hit the proverbial fan. Just let me spew it all out and in a few minutes I will be fine.
I am stressed. We are leaving in 2 days and I have mountains of sewing and packing and wrapping to do. (Yet I am blogging instead, huh?)
I am sad. My Grandfather is knocking on Death's door and I don't know if I am going to make it in time to see him and I don't know if I want to see him like that and why does he have to die during Christmas? Everytime I look up on my shelf at the annoying saxaphone playing reindeer he gave my kids last Christmas, I have to cry a little bit.
I am frustrated. I was lured by the $5.99 haircut coupon I recieved in the mail and got a haircut at Shit Clips or Pooper Cuts or whatever crappy salon it was. The cut is nothing like the picture I took in. I look like a moron.
I am pissed. The powers that be at my hubby's work just informed him that his schedule is changing and his days off will now be Fri/Sat instead of Sun/Mon. So, that means I have to go to the first part of church with 3 kids all by myself. Shit balls!
So to sum it up, in the words of Clark Griswold,
Whew! Now I feel a little better. Thanks for letting me vent!
3 comments:
Um. I think you need to talk to your bishop. ;)
I am really excited to see you.
Is it bad that your misfortune made me laugh a little? I'm really sorry. If I were there, I would totally tell you I was going to clean up your bad haircut, and then inadvertently make it worse. And, I promise, you don't want to see your grandfather like that, but you don't want to miss it either. Sending much love.
word verification: jitbra - n: where all the jit is contained until the pressure it too much and the jitbra releases, allowing the jit to hit the fan.
You crack me up! Your sailor swearing is both refreshing AND hilarious!
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