How Did I Get Here, And Where Is The Next Turn?

Greetings and salutations to all who deem this worthy of your time...

Brought up Oct 27, 2012

Sand, Surf, and Cigs...

Warning: I have about as much Southern charm as a chainsaw in Texas today. Tread carefully.

i have so much on my mind today, I don't even know where to start. So I'll jump in and see what comes out.

The trip is still on. The husband spent an entire week with his truck broken down, and that has caused a sever problem. Asshole mechanics took what should have been a few hour job and turned it into a 5 day thing. The truck is under factory warranty so why should they care if the driver is getting royally screwed, and his family. Money is going to be very tight for the next few weeks until things are caught up, again. It seems that every year at this time of year something goes wrong to screw with the holidays. This year, it happened early to screw with my trip. After a teary chat with the BFF, it was decided that we will attempt the trip anyway. She was planning to contribute to half of the expenses anyway, so it just means dollar menu instead of a fancy dress dinner, picnic lunches, and taking advantage of that continental breakfast the hotel offers. It also means no giant outlet mall this time around. it also means taking it very easy on poor Micah, and praying like crazy that what ever is wrong with him doesn't decide to dump and leave us stranded on the side of the road in the middle of Alabama.

The whole frigging point of this trip was to leave all our worries behind. It isn't going to be that easy now. I had also planned a grand gesture that will definitely have to wait. Maybe after the first of the year, when the holidays have passed. I had really looked forward to tossing my last pack of smokes into the ocean. the KBell after seeing the ocean for the first time was going to be free of a lot of things, all written down, stuffed into that empty pack, and tossed away for good. No way I can do that now. The week after the trip alone will attest to that. I had planned to say good bye to the whole period thing, the whining, and worrying. Instead, I am facing so many unknowns... If my hormones are functioning like a 25 year old, why no period? For a frigging year?

Don't get me started on the holidays. Thanksgiving alone is going to be a bitch to handle. The plan is to have it at my sister's. My son already says he isn't going. Yeah, I am going to NEED my cigs just a bit longer...

Oh, and how is this for a charming image to face the coming weeks? When I told the husband about what the doctor said, he goes into this story of some jackass t v show he saw. A character thought she had miscarried only to learn 30+ years later that she was still carrying the dead fetus inside her. Yeah, thanks a heap, darling. I really needed that on top of every thing else, as I DID miscarry about 15 years ago. Yeah, really needed that on top of everything else. I need a cigarette...

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