11/20/2015

This past week has been an array of ups, downs, joys & disappointments. There are days when I think for hours on end how I just literally dread leaving my house. Quite sad actually.

Not leaving my house would give me great pleasure. I guess I just want to be pampered and taken care of. I’m awfully tired of taking care of everyone else. Then I think, why am I not taking care of myself? Oh yes, because I live with a whiny man-child that if he gets a sliver he thinks he is dying. My children take better care of themselves than he does. Which is even sadder.

It’s ok, I have a plan, and I’m not going to tell anyone my plan because I read some where on the wide world of web, that it’s a “fact” that telling someone your goals will lead you not achieving them.

At first I didn’t understand but then I got that “aha Moment”, you know where you hit your head & go “duh”.

It’s true, anytime you tell someone your goal, they will tell you that you’re not going to be able to do it, or finish it or whatever the case may be. I’ve had that happen to me more than once, then of course the self-doubt and second guessing myself creeps in & the “poof” – the goal is gone. Never to be won. Feeling hopeless.

So yeah, some think I have a 2-year plan only because I planted that idea in their heads. It could take me 1 year, maybe 6 mos., maybe even 2 months (evil grin). Regardless, I will accomplish this goal. Come Hell or high water!

 

11/12/2015

I know the week isn’t up, but I can’t just sit here and not give my 2 cents on the whole Starbucks Red Cup fiasco, frenzy or whatever the hell is going on regarding a cup. A CUP. Seriously?!

WHO GIVES A SHIT?!

I am Christian (yes, a cussing Christian) but I could give two shits if the cup is red, green, purple or black (although I am partial to the color black), whether the stupid cup has snow flakes, devil horns, Christmas trees or Magic Mike, I DON’T GIVE A SHIT.

As long as the cup as fucking coffee in it, don’t care. Has pentagrams? Knock yourself out. Has the Jewish Star? Whatever floats your boat. Has rainbows & unicorns on it. The more the fucking merrier. Has the guy from the Old Spice Commercial? Yee Haw. Whatever. I do not care.

I am more worried about how the hell I’m going to make sure my kids get through school, into college & what their future plans are more than what I care about is on a freaking coffee cup.

Just give me my damn coffee.

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