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    Monday, October 20, 2008

    Year In Review

    So what if there's two months left...it's my blog and I can do what I want. This will be whiny, so prepare yourself. Roll your eyes now, get it out of your system.

    January - we lost and said goodbye to sweet baby William

    June - I find out I need about $3k in dental work

    July - I am blessed with a lovely bout of food poisoning, complete with worthless trip to urgent care

    August - I fell and broke my fucking elbow and sprain my ankle (neither of which are right to this day)

    September - we lost and said goodbye to Aimee

    And now, just for shits and giggles...

    October - My grandmother is diagnosed with Alzheimers and has to be moved into a nursing home, and loses a bit of herself every day, ripping Mom's heart out as it progresses.

    October Part 2 - Greg's overtime at his job, a staple in our financial diet, gets cut firmly and indefinitely. In two weeks we are, at the risk of sounding melodramatic, royally screwed, glued and tattoed.

    So. Yeah. I've said it before and I'll say it again: 2008 can kiss my white ass. This is some BUUUULLSHIT. All of it. Seriously. I am SICK OF IT.

    UGH.

    3 comments:

    herself75 said...

    I've had similarly shitty years and I know that nothing I can say right now will make you fell better. In fact, it'd probably make you want to kick me square in the box.

    wallow in self pitty for a bit, then you can get your ducks in a row and make 2009 a much better year. you are a smart, strong lady. you'll be fine. but, yes, now really sucks...

    Missives From Suburbia said...

    Were February through May relatively peaceful, or were they so bad that you've entirely blocked them out?

    You know where I stand on this one, hon. When midnight rolls around on New Year's Eve, I'll be right there with you, dangling my bare ass in front of 2008.

    Cathy said...

    You know, Deb, I do remember that there was fucking SNOW til who flung the dung during most of those months, and that made Greg generally miserable, which makes me miserable.

    I wish we could dangle our bare asses together on NYE. It would seem more powerful, no?