raramomtoo3

Good afternoon dear readers and I hope your Sunday is going well.  Well another week has come and gone.  I am spending the rest of the day watching Christmas movies with my little ones and trying to rest.  I have gotten REALLY out of shape since I have gotten sick and just five hours of work wears me OUT.  We just did the daily torture and got it out of the way and I am praying this stupid pain pill will start working before I hack my right arm off and throw it away.  I have decided that this should become some CIA, FBI, or Jack Baur form of torture.  You know as a way to get people to “talk” about “things”. Yes you cut a hole out of their back and let it “heal” from the inside OUT and every day torture them by pulling out the freaking packing till they scream from pain and start singing like a freaking canary.  I promise you this “torture” will do the trick.  Heck I want to scream and confess to crap I hadn’t done just to not have to go through this daily.  Ok I will stop being a baby and move on.  Well as of today there is 11 days till Christmas.  THERE IS ONLY 11 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS.  Ok I had to get that out of my system.  I will admit I am worrying.  Due to our financial problems I had to apply for help with my kids Christmas presents.  Yes I know I am a loser and I fully admit it but it doesn’t change the situation.  So with 11 days to go and I haven’t heard from any of the places I applied too.  I am terrified they won’t be able to help us and didn’t send me a note that they couldn’t.  So now to add to all the other stress and crap I am sweating this subject.  I had some shopping done and I caught a lot of good sales.  I picked up several things for less than $1.00 and I am proud of my cheapskate ways but it still isn’t going to be great but I know this will pass and the kids won’t mind but I still feel like a deadbeat.  I wish I was Martha Stewart and I could whip up little homemade craft that would make the world go AWWWW.  I think that women could whip up something with duct tape, tooth pick, and super glue.  Heck I wish I was Paula Deen and I could whip up such wonderful food that my family won’t even be worried presents.  Well I am nowhere NEAR those ladies.  I can’t sew up a hole in my sock toe.  As far as cooking if it involves any real cooking you can wrap that up.  I know southern “belles” are supposed cook, sew, garden and never frown but the truth is we are NOT any of those things.  We are women who work our butts off OUTSIDE the home and then come back home and work our butts off.  We are into frozen dinners,  throwing away holy socks, shopping at Wal-mart’s frozen vegetable “garden” and haven’t really  smiled since the New Year’s Eve when we drank too much.  So on that thought this southern “belle” is going to stop typing this blog and go figure what TV dinners her family will be eating for dinner.  So remember it is Sunday and God said it was ok to be lazy.  I hope the “Christmas” angels are smiling on us all…..

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