Want cheese with that?

Consider this a warning....

I am going to whine in this post. I am going to whine like a two year old. I don't like whiners. I can't stand being around them, so I feel it necessary to warn you so that you may stop reading now.

I hurt. I hurt so bad this morning, I have tears running down my face, and didn't even know it. I hurt everyday, but this morning the pain is monumental. Why? I don't know, can't say, there is no reason for it. I am sure it stems from my back which is particularly bad, but both of my legs are either burning or I can't feel them in places. My hips are clicking with each step and the top of my right foot is on fire. Want to hear about my knees? No, I didn't think so. Even my hands are giving me problems.

Anyone feel like doing twenty-five to life? I volunteer to be your target...

not really.

Happy Humpday.

Bah

I'm sorry for my absence, it seems I have been surrounded by negativity, by negative actions, feelings, words...and I do hate to write such things, so I haven't written anything at all. It is difficult to be positive in the middle of negative. Part of it is my own doing, most of it isn't. I am working on the part that involves me, and trying not to be influenced by the rest. So far, not much luck. There isn't one person in my immediate family who is not going through some sort of crisis or problem. The drama is killing me, to the point of pain in my chest. The more I attempt to disengage myself from the issues, the more real and problematic the issues become, and there are times when it's appropriate for mom and wife to step in and at least worry...and we ALL know how good I am at doing THAT....

Until I can think clearly, until I can get beyond my own personal bull, I am taking a blogging break. I will be back soon. Hugs, y'all. :)

Bah

Might I tell you that I am fed up with my own life right now? Might I say that I cannot keep everyone afloat? Might I say that there are things that I am not capable of fixing? Might I say that if I cannot fix my own, how is it possible that I can fix theirs? Might I say that I am not responsible for the stupid choices that my children make, if in fact they are making them?

Would you mind if I said that I am not capable any longer of keeping with the drama? Would you mind if I said that I know that my kids have been taught, and I am not sure how to remind them? Would you mind if I told you that there are so many things so often in my life that I can no longer handle any of it? Would you mind if I just quietly checked out? Would you mind if I told you I am beyond fed up?

I do apologize. I need a break. And a good-long-exhausting walk. I'll be around after awhile. Hugs and love to all my friends.

:)