Friday, March 9

my life is a bad country song.


All true since the beginning of '07:
  • One kid kicked out of school. {since resolved positively}
  • Momma passed away.{still feels so surreal}
  • Brother went off on me. {it was not pretty}
  • A Friend disappeared. {he resurfaced and has been warned}
  • I got sick. Extremely sick. I could barely function, sick. {I am still not 100% but am so much better}
  • My blog was referred to as a disgrace as well as deceptive and a ploy. {not sure what that is all about since the person won't respond to questions}
  • The cat got sick. {the cat is now well after 3 days at the vet and $1700}
  • Another kid flunking a math class he didn't even need tried to drop and was told that he would have to spend that class period in OCS {on campus suspension}.{I just do not think so and told the admin what I expected to see happen. It has been resolved in our favour.}
  • 2/3 of my kids are depressed enough to see a counselor. {sigh, but at least they are seeking the help}
  • I killed my cellphone. {I am so pissed. I have never broken a cellphone. I am now using an old ghetto cellphone. Does the job, but no frills.}
  • On Sunday the world as we know it will end due to the early implementation of the time change.

I just wanna play this year backwards.

~ please?

3 comments:

Calories and Coffee said...

Geez! I hope things start looking up!

Anonymous said...

Yeah, you and me both.

Loving your blog, btw. So glad you decided to join the blogging world.

~ blondie

Anonymous said...

hmmm gotta find a country song that fits... Yer cheatin heart just won't do... hmm try keywords like....
no wait... this ain't country... it's ..

The Blues baby... oh yeah... da da DEE DUMM DUMM.. sad bad blues...
like... my momma is gone.. da da de dum.... gotta kid kicked outta school another outta math class.... da da dee dumm...
I need whiskey.. a good bluesy whiskey... can you hear the blues?
ok... I'll leave now...
t takes her guitar and "play like Muddy Waters" dvd, her glass of whiskey the ice clinking softly as she walks....and quietly shuts the door... strains of guitar chords ...marking her passage.
t