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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 143038" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>So what 'cher sayin' is you opted to not dress as a flaminco dancer and pull hot wings out of your bra? I'm no psychiatrist but I can see where this could lead to being depressed. Lord knows if I'm not able to stuff some sort of snack in my bossom I can get prrrretty cranky. </p><p> </p><p>And you know - it really seems like once it starts - it never ends. ((waves hands in circular motion above head)) no not like that - like limp wristed propellers - as in going on and on.....yeah like that. </p><p> </p><p>Give yourself credit for the things that you HAVE endured. I know most days if anyone else lived my life they would have sat back and said </p><p>"MAN THAT WAS A HECK OF A DAY - PHEW?WHEW I hope I NEVER have another like that, MY GOSH HOW DID I SURVIVE THAT?" and what they are talking about was something like - No biscotti at Publix, and the cable out of service while they were at the spa. </p><p> </p><p>Yet we have our days and think </p><p>"Well today wasn't so bad, I got up, fell out of bed, ran into the door frame, blacked my eye, chipped my tooth, made it to the bathroom, slipped on some unidentifiable soap blob, ran a comb through what is left of my hair, fed the animals, remembered to sign permission slips, pay 10 bills, gas up the car last night, water the plants, watch tv, took a load out of the washer, sorted a load to go in and started it, and realize if they just put women like us in charge of a new health care plan I COULD have health care -then scrounged around three times in the same fridge for something to pack for my lunch, or went to work with no lunch hoping the cost of bananas hasn't gone to .52 cents a pound yet because I was digging change out of the couch hoping one of our sons friends pockets emptied some loose change and now stuck with the moral dilema to give it back (the right thing) or have a single .52 banana for lunch we keep it. Then remembering your son needed soda money and dug through the couch Friday night, but thank God he has friends. Pondered the possibility if he has friends could he BE anti-social? Did my SO get his medications/do we have something for me to make for dinner after I get done with 8 hours of standing on my feet? Then we get in the car and realize with the rain we left our lights on yesterday and of course on any other day there would be a nosy neighbor somewhere I could get a jump from to start my beater car - and today of course no one. So I call work and get screamed at (like I needed that) for being responsible and calling in and SAYING I was going to be late - and by some freak of nature - my sons friend stops by (hope he wasn't looking for that couch change now jingling in my pocket) and give me a jump. So i'm late, with bad, hair, black eye, chipped tooth, broke but not broken and OFF I go to work to muster up a freakin good attitude between my hell hole of a home and a job that I don't want, but with a 34 year old boss - I had better walk through that front door with pursed lips to kiss @$$ and a humble yet Paxil induced high so I can hock **** all day to people who are in no better mood than I am. Get my break - find a cigarette, wonder if I want to smoke it, eat my stupid banana while I ponder the WHY's of my life - finish work, wishing around 5:00 I could throw stuff at customers for fun. Get in my car, make it home to hear EVERYONE else in my family WHINE about how awful their day was while no one asks me - I secretly find the bottle of Drambui someone sent me 3 years ago for Christmas when life was really bad and I KNEW better than to crack the seal- get a glass - avoid eye contact with the world, and sit on a concrete slab in my yard with the only love in my life that despite having arthritis, bad skin, allergies, a bad hip - says nothing but lays his huge head in my lap and sneaks a lap or 2 of Drambui because at this point we're both lapping it up. And while we sit there - our children return mad at the world, hating life and wanting us to solve argue with the only other adult in the house, and it and at this point I could not care less as I've removed my bra, and now I'm licking hot sauce off my fingers from hiding wings in my bra and belting the Drambui (my furperson is already out cold) and As I wander or stagger back into my house - with my frizzy hair, my hot sauce stained bra, my drunk companion on 4 feet, my chipped tooth, my black eye, my broken hand, my hurting knee and .03 cents in my pocket because bananas were only .49 each - I throw the pennies back in the couch - head down the hall, and fall asleep to do it all over again tomorrow. </p><p> </p><p>I have NO idea (save for the Drambui with the dog) why you wouldn't be depressed. OH .....wait - that was MY morning. </p><p>Gosh Ab - what's your excuse? <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/felttip/full.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":full:" title="full :full:" data-shortname=":full:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 143038, member: 4964"] So what 'cher sayin' is you opted to not dress as a flaminco dancer and pull hot wings out of your bra? I'm no psychiatrist but I can see where this could lead to being depressed. Lord knows if I'm not able to stuff some sort of snack in my bossom I can get prrrretty cranky. And you know - it really seems like once it starts - it never ends. ((waves hands in circular motion above head)) no not like that - like limp wristed propellers - as in going on and on.....yeah like that. Give yourself credit for the things that you HAVE endured. I know most days if anyone else lived my life they would have sat back and said "MAN THAT WAS A HECK OF A DAY - PHEW?WHEW I hope I NEVER have another like that, MY GOSH HOW DID I SURVIVE THAT?" and what they are talking about was something like - No biscotti at Publix, and the cable out of service while they were at the spa. Yet we have our days and think "Well today wasn't so bad, I got up, fell out of bed, ran into the door frame, blacked my eye, chipped my tooth, made it to the bathroom, slipped on some unidentifiable soap blob, ran a comb through what is left of my hair, fed the animals, remembered to sign permission slips, pay 10 bills, gas up the car last night, water the plants, watch tv, took a load out of the washer, sorted a load to go in and started it, and realize if they just put women like us in charge of a new health care plan I COULD have health care -then scrounged around three times in the same fridge for something to pack for my lunch, or went to work with no lunch hoping the cost of bananas hasn't gone to .52 cents a pound yet because I was digging change out of the couch hoping one of our sons friends pockets emptied some loose change and now stuck with the moral dilema to give it back (the right thing) or have a single .52 banana for lunch we keep it. Then remembering your son needed soda money and dug through the couch Friday night, but thank God he has friends. Pondered the possibility if he has friends could he BE anti-social? Did my SO get his medications/do we have something for me to make for dinner after I get done with 8 hours of standing on my feet? Then we get in the car and realize with the rain we left our lights on yesterday and of course on any other day there would be a nosy neighbor somewhere I could get a jump from to start my beater car - and today of course no one. So I call work and get screamed at (like I needed that) for being responsible and calling in and SAYING I was going to be late - and by some freak of nature - my sons friend stops by (hope he wasn't looking for that couch change now jingling in my pocket) and give me a jump. So i'm late, with bad, hair, black eye, chipped tooth, broke but not broken and OFF I go to work to muster up a freakin good attitude between my hell hole of a home and a job that I don't want, but with a 34 year old boss - I had better walk through that front door with pursed lips to kiss @$$ and a humble yet Paxil induced high so I can hock **** all day to people who are in no better mood than I am. Get my break - find a cigarette, wonder if I want to smoke it, eat my stupid banana while I ponder the WHY's of my life - finish work, wishing around 5:00 I could throw stuff at customers for fun. Get in my car, make it home to hear EVERYONE else in my family WHINE about how awful their day was while no one asks me - I secretly find the bottle of Drambui someone sent me 3 years ago for Christmas when life was really bad and I KNEW better than to crack the seal- get a glass - avoid eye contact with the world, and sit on a concrete slab in my yard with the only love in my life that despite having arthritis, bad skin, allergies, a bad hip - says nothing but lays his huge head in my lap and sneaks a lap or 2 of Drambui because at this point we're both lapping it up. And while we sit there - our children return mad at the world, hating life and wanting us to solve argue with the only other adult in the house, and it and at this point I could not care less as I've removed my bra, and now I'm licking hot sauce off my fingers from hiding wings in my bra and belting the Drambui (my furperson is already out cold) and As I wander or stagger back into my house - with my frizzy hair, my hot sauce stained bra, my drunk companion on 4 feet, my chipped tooth, my black eye, my broken hand, my hurting knee and .03 cents in my pocket because bananas were only .49 each - I throw the pennies back in the couch - head down the hall, and fall asleep to do it all over again tomorrow. I have NO idea (save for the Drambui with the dog) why you wouldn't be depressed. OH .....wait - that was MY morning. Gosh Ab - what's your excuse? :full: [/QUOTE]
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