Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter....
... because I've got enough to go around. :)
Sure, the last few years have been rough, and I'm reminded of this time and again by scars of differing types, whether they live in my armpit, on my leg, in my head or on my shoes. Water off a duck's back, baby, but with a few stains to remind us to keep in line....
Many people ask what was so bad this year. And I tell them. But it is not the place to happen online, so therefore this journal shall never know the story. Certain stalkers of mine don't need these details (or any other details, really, but if they're so desperate to look into my life for the excitement they can't make their own, then fine. I'll oblige.)
Suffice it to say that stress was the least of our worries, and we have taken steps to alleviate the stress and the causes for it. While we're not in the clear at this point, we've got a good start and that in itself is enough to cause relief.
Today's thought, though, evolves around a horrible thing I did today.
It started a long, long time ago, in a Galaxy far, far away in a 7th dimension where another me took over my spot, and forgot to put my debit card back in my wallet where it belongs (because I'm FAR too organized to forget something like that....)
On my distant, brave journey back from the muddy abyss of Ant Hony the Hen of Days, my eyes became dark and dreary like a line out of Edgar Allan Poe's dreams and I could not see the path I was to take. So stopping by a clearing, I fed my gallant steed and washed my eyes out and, lo and behold! I had nothing to offer the Gods of Steed Bountifulness! Not wanting to anger the Bountiful Deities, I summoned my Love to rescue me else I be consumed for neglecting my duties. Alas, the vision he saw in the summons was an evil curse, and his eyes were filled with venom and anger....
Trudging through glorious battle, he came, at last, to rescue my steed an I!
(AKA I left my debit card at home. I needed gas and wiper fluid. I couldn't pay for gas and wiper fluid. I called Dave (15 times, I'll add) to come to Leduc to drop it off so I could pay for gas and wiper fluid. And then more gas and coffee for an angry not-a-morning-bear. I was angry he wouldn't answer his phone, but indeed, it wasn't his fault that I'm a goober. I"m sorry I got angry at you, hunny, and I loves you!!!)
Sure, the last few years have been rough, and I'm reminded of this time and again by scars of differing types, whether they live in my armpit, on my leg, in my head or on my shoes. Water off a duck's back, baby, but with a few stains to remind us to keep in line....
Many people ask what was so bad this year. And I tell them. But it is not the place to happen online, so therefore this journal shall never know the story. Certain stalkers of mine don't need these details (or any other details, really, but if they're so desperate to look into my life for the excitement they can't make their own, then fine. I'll oblige.)
Suffice it to say that stress was the least of our worries, and we have taken steps to alleviate the stress and the causes for it. While we're not in the clear at this point, we've got a good start and that in itself is enough to cause relief.
Today's thought, though, evolves around a horrible thing I did today.
It started a long, long time ago, in a Galaxy far, far away in a 7th dimension where another me took over my spot, and forgot to put my debit card back in my wallet where it belongs (because I'm FAR too organized to forget something like that....)
On my distant, brave journey back from the muddy abyss of Ant Hony the Hen of Days, my eyes became dark and dreary like a line out of Edgar Allan Poe's dreams and I could not see the path I was to take. So stopping by a clearing, I fed my gallant steed and washed my eyes out and, lo and behold! I had nothing to offer the Gods of Steed Bountifulness! Not wanting to anger the Bountiful Deities, I summoned my Love to rescue me else I be consumed for neglecting my duties. Alas, the vision he saw in the summons was an evil curse, and his eyes were filled with venom and anger....
Trudging through glorious battle, he came, at last, to rescue my steed an I!
(AKA I left my debit card at home. I needed gas and wiper fluid. I couldn't pay for gas and wiper fluid. I called Dave (15 times, I'll add) to come to Leduc to drop it off so I could pay for gas and wiper fluid. And then more gas and coffee for an angry not-a-morning-bear. I was angry he wouldn't answer his phone, but indeed, it wasn't his fault that I'm a goober. I"m sorry I got angry at you, hunny, and I loves you!!!)