Today is Your Day!!!

I love this song!!

Good words

Today is a choice. Today I choose grace over impatience, laughter over worry, and beauty over negativity. 


-Carly Price, a Positively Positive fan


Well, those are words to live by.  Time to pull my head outta my ass and start doing.  

It's not the beginning....

The last three weeks have been the three toughest weeks of my life.  I've realized I'll probably lose my home, my dog died a tragic death, my son lost his sanity over the death of the said dog and Oprah went off the air.

{Que the music to "You've picked a fine time to leave me Lucille" by Kenny Rogers}

My rendition:
You've picked a fine time to leave me Dear Oprah,
with one crazy son and my dog dead in the field....

You just have to know me to get my sense of humor. My family always laughed in the face of adversity.  By now I ought to be laughing my fool ass off, but it's just not happening.

My random ass thoughts for tonight.

I want to run away.  Far, far away.  I could pack my bags, get in my car and drive for miles and miles. 


I live in the house of crazy.  God is testing me because he KNOWS I have no patience with crazy.  And where do I live?  In the freakin' house of CRAZY.  Crazy husband, crazy kid and two crazy dogs.  Thank you, God.  Really.


My head won't stop pounding.  Please stop pounding head.


I hate cigarettes.


I love books.


I love the ocean.  The smell, the sound, the feel.  The ocean brings me a sense peace.  I am in a desperate need of peace.  Peace and Quiet.  Mind your P's and Q's.  


I miss Scamp.


I miss my Mom.  Immensely.  Terribly.  Sadly.  Lonely.  I love you, Jo.


I miss my friends.  I have cut myself off from everyone since February.  I no longer know who or what I am.  Or who or what I want to become.  I want this chapter of my life to be over sooner rather than later so that I can get on with the rest of my life.  This place is not a good place to be.  It's lonely.  


I wish my damn period would start already and maybe I wouldn't be so fucking miserable.  Ha.  


I wish I could have a conversation with my Dad and ask him those hundreds of questions I never thought to ask him when I had the chance.  I wish my Dad had the ability to communicate.  I think we would have some amazing conversations were he able to converse.


Man...this post has a lot of I's in it....I I I I I I I...get the fuck over myself already.  Christ.