raramomtoo3

Well happy hump day to you.  Here I am again and here you are again.  Small world isn’t it.  So let’s see what I can rant about.  I have had one of those days.  I know I talk about my darling husband and often call him one of my children but he is my world.  His hell hasn’t been good in several years.  It started with cellulites in his leg then developed a massive blood clot and it just snowed ball into a huge illness.  So since then he has battled with infections.  Well he has developed another infection.  We have one of have one of three options.  We can buy a medication that cost $1500.00, hire a home health care nurse to come and run an IV every day or he has to go into the hospital.  I am so screwed if he goes into the hospital.  I have to work every morning at my job and I can’t take my kids to school.  I can’t miss work and they can’t miss school.  It isn’t just about that of this but I am worried about his health.  I can feel “death” in the air.  I know this sound off the wall but when I dream of tornados death comes and affects who ever I am with.  In the last month I have had 2 tornado dreams.  I am just waiting for the death to come.  I just pray it isn’t my husband or anyone too young to die.  Ok I am going to get off this subject but if you are the praying type..Please keep us in them.  So let’s move on to something a tad bit funnier.  We are watching Maury.  I have come to the realization that women are complete whores.  I cannot even begin to imagine not knowing who the father of my children.  How is it that they not only, not know but the amount of men it might be?  Good grief these women have more time on their hands than I do.  I can barely have time to spend with my husband if you know what I mean much less ten men in a two week period.  These women need to get a real job.  I have told my children if I see them on this show I am beating the crap out them.  This driving me crazy.  I know I need to turn the channel but it is like a train wreck you shouldn’t look but the sick twisted part of you looks anyway. So dear readers as I sit here worried and crying please take comfort in the fact I am sitting here thinking “At least I know who my babies daddy is”.  Till tomorrow my dear friends may the angels smile down on you…

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