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Monday, February 7, 2011

Monday Musings

Personally, I like Tuesday Tirade better but today is Monday so… just had to roll with it. 

 

Arctic Armageddon:

Last week we had the worst storm DFW has seen in 20 years (heard the 20yr number on the news…no idea if it is accurate or not & don't really care).  School was out for a week, most people were off work for a week and there was severe cabin fever running rampant.  But hey, at least we all had Facebook… *eye roll*  I was sick all last week so the timing actually worked out pretty good.  I watched a ton of movies so all good on my end.

 

Super Bowl:

I would be hard pressed to find 2 teams I actually cared less about to play in the Super Bowl.  I like Aaron Rodgers simply because he is not Brett Favre, otherwise I cant stand the Packers and I really cannot stand the Steelers.  I hope every single one of them are on their way out of my fine metroplex as I type this.  Go on now…shoo! 

 

General Attitude:

I have been in a foul mood lately.  Actually, I've been quite sad.  I just sent a bat $hit bonkers email to a buddy of mine and he'll likely just write back and put "umm take your meds" hahhaha but it really does kind of sum up how wonky I have felt the last couple of days.  Here's part of what I wrote –

 

ooooh and Valentine's Day is coming up a week from today... and this weekend I will be stuck on a charter bus with all the parent going to Houston.  I am the only single parent.  I hate VDay... yes, it is because I am bitter.  Yes, it is bcuz it reminds me what a mess I've made out of my life and what horrific choices I've made in the dude department.  And finally, yes...it is because it is a glaring reminder that I've used up all my chances on stupid vile people and I will be the crazy old cat woman that all the kids are afraid of...forever with nobody to send or get Valentines. 

 

stop rolling your eyes... I'm not "chick-ish" very often but this is one area that just freakin kills... love doesnt exist.  It is dead and I killed it.  I should stay drunk til its all over. LOL If I see one more GD "show her you care, get her a...."  commercial, I swear to Jesus I am gonna stab someone.  STAB. DEAD. 

 

Dramatic much?  Yeah, I know.  I'm listening to someone at my office complain about having to take her kid to baseball practice.  Her husband or son usually do that for her…  there is only one of me.  I would LOVE to have someone else to say "oh Blah Blah is taking the girl and her 2 tons of stuff to practice tonight"… Inspector Gadget did it for about a month but he got a job.  THANK GOD…I am so very thankful he got a job.  All I have ever wanted was someone to help me, appreciate me and for us to take care of each other.  Man, I have royally jacked that one up.  Clearly it is time for me to just embrace the single thing.  Accept that I am just gonna be single for a long time and own it.  I am NOT one of those pathetic people who wallows around in pity. No.  I may whine every now n then about stuff but I reserve the right to whine from time to time.  Sooooo…. as I have done since hockey season started, I have pretty much made sure I was involved with this or that committee and it has worn me the F out but for the most part, it has also made me too tired to realize I was sad about anything hahahahaha  And no, it is not the ordeal with T lingering to rear it's ugly head to give me a few last pains.  That hurt a lot at first but honestly, it faded pretty quickly.  It was dead long before he bailed, I just did not want to see or admit it. 

 

My schedule this week sucks but the one redeeming thing about this week is I'm suppose to go to the Stars game on Wednesday!  WOO HOOO!!! 

 

Ahhh I feel better already!  J 

1 comments:

Houston said...

You know what, enjoy The Stars and screw the rest of it.

You and the kids are all that matters, the rest is just annoying filler.

When you go, have some fun and try to relax for a few. You deserve it.

 
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