Well, I'm discombobulated, so I thought I'd blog about it to get it off my chest.
So we have a Situation in my family I won't go into, (not wanting my dirty laundry hangin' out there for the entire cyber world to see) but it unravels to I have certain members of my family I don't talk to. Recently, they have decided to "bury the hatchet". Translation: they want to me admit that they were right all along, and deface myself and beg for their mercy, while submitting myself to whatever they decide to dish out. It turns out that my own personal little family has moved into the same ward as some of their extended family. I have been "warned" not to say anything bad about them to this extended family, and they have told these people that they won't talk bad about me either. (*note* doesn't telling someone you won't talk bad about someone else translate into talking bad about them?) Have I ever done anything to anyone at any time in my life to warrant be treated like I'm going to what? Go postal on a perfect stranger because they happened to be related to someone I don't care for? The correct answer to that folks is no.
My husband recently posted a very funny post on his blog labeled "Serious Jokes" or something like that. If you haven't seen it yet, I have his link on my blog to the right there, go see it, it's hilarious. John thought it was funny enough to spam some people in his address book in his email about it. One person in particular got mortally offended, to the point where she told John to never contact her again. I mean, seriously? The things she got upset over were things that I also have every right to be upset over, but she accused my husband of not having any personal experience with these things, and being "nasty". Again, seriously? For the record, I'm not upset. I found some of these jokes funnier than others, but as far as being offended, I mean, sheesh, why? So don't laugh at the unfunny ones. Duh.
I had to go to the doctor again yesterday, and I'm to stay off my feet for a few days. Basically not ovulating, loosing a lot of blood, ect ect packed on top of all the other crap, and you have a great recipe for Fainting Liz Casserole. I'm starting to get irritated at my continuing illness. I think I've had a pretty good attitude thus far, but I'm starting to feel frayed at the edges. It's probably just all the other crap in the past few days plus this latest physical setback. No fears people, this can be beaten, and I WILL destroy and PREVAIL, I'm just a little annoyed right now.
On the bright side, my birthday is in six days. That's right, mark your calenders, it's the thirtieth of June. A red letter day, to be sure. We are having some festivities this Saturday, and to be sure, I will post about it. I'm looking forward to being footloose and fancy free this weekend! Now, what to do with those darn kids....? Just joking, they're not darn kids, they're cute.
At any rate, thanks for listening to my venting. I feel much better. Cheers!
The Almighty Liz