We aren't gonna talk about why yesterday was icky. It started out great, but it ended up like a great big egg sucking, rotten ass, crybaby day. I. HATE. WHEN. THAT. HAPPENS! SERIOUSLY!
On a lighter note, little Miss Heather Feather will no longer have a cold noggin cuz her Mimi fixed her up.
I think it's cute and even better, so does she. Anyone who tries to swipe it had better think twice cuz I'll hunt you down with a furious vengence (even if you are only 10).
Oh! Greg is out of the hospital!!!!!!! He is not quite firing on all cylinders yet but man-o-man does he ever look great! He is kinda pissy cuz he has to use a wheelchair for now. He has a bloodclot in his leg somewhere and they don't want it doing any moving. They have him on some kind of clot buster. His face looks awesome for someone who had it literally smashed to oblivion and they did an amazing job repairing his eye socket. That just goes to show you that prayers ARE answered!
I wish some of MY prayers would be answered. I am really REALLY getting sadder and sadder over a particular situation. The good Lord has got to listen to me you'd think eventually wouldn't you? I mean wow, it seems like I am always talking to him and asking him for his intercession. We need some relief up in here.....and soon. I'm getting pretty tired. I'm not doing so good from not sleeping and I'm not eating alot either. Seems like just when I think all is ok, whamo! the ship hits the sand and I'm knocked on my emotional ass yet again. I just don't understand why this is happening to me. I'm a good, decent person. I love my family with everything I have, I try to take care of others and I never EVER put myself first on the list. I know I should sometimes, but somehow, it just doesn't seem right. I'm a natural born do-er and giver and that is my comfort zone. I just don't particularly appreciate it when certain people take my feelings for granted or act as if they don't matter or whatever.
I don't know.......maybe I'm just being a bitch and being hypersensitive. All I know is that I'm getting sick and tired of being sick and tired and bawling like a squall tit baby every other day. Rediculous. And I know for a fact that it drives Tony bonkers when I cry. He can't STAND it. He would rather leave than listen to it. Well.....not always.....just most of the time cuz he is too darn sensitive too.