Junkyard Days

We all have them. Days when we feel useless and broken. We are sad. We want to just stay in our pajamas and read or watch TV. We want to forget how we are not progressing on our “to-do” list and feel guilty.

Like today, for example. The weather is cloudy and cold. The clouds are gray and thick, not allowing the sunshine through. Gloomy. Housework needs to be done, and meals planned. Guess what? I do not care. I only feel like cleaning when it’s sunny. It’s no fun to plan meals that you cannot eat. Who am I kidding? It is NEVER fun to plan meals, especially when the people you cook for answer your question, “What do you want for dinner?” with one of three answers:
1. I don’t know, 2. I don’t care, or 3. Whatever.

Two can play that game. When he comes in from his shop and asks, “What’s for dinner?” I could give him one of the 3 answers and see how he likes it. That would be fun but, at the same time, in bad taste. I am trying hard to be gracious instead of sarcastic, to be kind and not snotty. In a nutshell – this is very difficult for me.

Let Me Introduce You to My Inner Child

Rest assured, long-time readers, that graciousness and kindness only extend to humans and their pets. I will write a sarcastic and snotty letter to the Utility company when warranted. It’s what I love to do. I just can’t help it. It’s not only Utility Companies and Government Agencies that force me to rant. I have been dealing with a situation in the past couple of weeks that you will soon hear about, I am sure.

I am too embroiled in it to take the time to rant today. Even though it is a particularly Junkyardy day.

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On My Naughty List: Santa

I am fed up with that jolly fat man!

In the past few years I’ve written him letters, asking nicely for very little.  He knows I’ve been good (as I always am), and yet nothing from my list shows up under the tree. It used to, along with one or two wonderful surprises. Not anymore. He left me a 6-pack of underwear.

My stocking had two spatulas in it.  I wish I was kidding.  Is he trying to tell me something, or are spatulas the “new coal”?  Did I offend him somehow?  What went wrong?

Bottom line – I miss being spoiled and I HATE being taken for granted.  I feel like whining, hollering cuss words and stomping my foot. I managed to control my self in front of my granddaughters, but my eyes were swimming in tears for a bit.  I didn’t realize how much I wanted this new “toy”, until I didn’t get it. My disappointment lingers, but I adjusted to reality rather quickly in spite of that 30-minute tantrum watch. I still had a day of  fun with my family.

That’s what the Christmas Spirit is really about anyway. Love and Family.  The “toys” are only perks. 😉

~ A Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! ~