I started a post this morning about how the economic situation is stressing me out, and put on top of that the need to keep a good supply of insulin, test strips, needles, etc. (all to the tune of $600/month without insurance [but we do have insurance that covers a lot of it]) and wondering if a depression like The Great Depression would affect our ability to keep Allie alive and safe (don't worry Al, I would do Whatever It Took), but I deleted it and instead, put the post (see below) about my Russian lesson last night, trying to give the appearance of having a normal day.
But I am not having a normal day.
So then I sat here at the computer, crying, being stressed out and desperately looking for something to pick me up. I saw CrazyMama has posted about Sharting, and if that can't bring a laugh, I don't know what can. Go see CrazyMama's post about Sharting! (<--click that over there).
Then I went to cJane's post and found that Gigs just turned 2. That got me bawling all over again. Gigs is one of the Nielson's kids...you remember--the couple who are in the burn unit, survivors of a plane crash. Gigs turned 2 without his parents there to celebrate with him. But they're alive, they're alive, and they'll be at his 3rd.
Okay, I gotta go cry some more. And plan out our food storage. And pray for the Nielson's. And pray for a cure for type 1 diabetes. And study Russian. And get my work done that's due Friday.
Help a girl out: Tell me something funny.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I'm Such a Bad Liar!
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hee hee hee whooowhooowhoo breathe in breath out. calming breathes. in and out. heee hee hee whoohoohoo. breathe through it.
dude i need to tell you ignorance is bliss. my advice? stop reading the paper, or watching the news. i have absolutely no clue whatsoever about current event. and no knowledge in the slightest about the current economy and the upcoming struggles that might bring.
and i have no stress about it at all.
if i don't know anything, i can't stress about it.
selective knowledge.
it works. i feel great about my current financial situation as i ignore the economy and only worry about how I'm paying for stupid inconsequential stuff like Christmas.
prozac really takes the edge off my anxiety level too. if i take it like i should which i don't but still. if i did i would be way better off.
sorry you are so stressed. i stockpile my meds by getting refills but not taking them like i should daily. SHHH, don't tell Lance. he'd be pissed at me again. and my thyroid meds are important. i could die or really want to if i don't take them for long enough. they suck. not nearly the same as diabetes meds or the inconvenience. but still. i have to have a supply on hand in case of an emergency.
the whole thing sucks! hugs! just keep swimming. BREATHE, and i tell ya ignorance works wonders for me.
A small boy wrote to Santa Claus, "Send me a brother."
Santa wrote back, "Send me your mother."
A young boy asked his dad, "What is the difference between confident and confidential?"
"You are my son. I'm confident about that," the father said. "Your friend next door is also my son, but that's confidential."
A man was walking home through the park one night and saw a woman in the shadows. "Twenty dollars," she whispered.
The man had never been with a hooker before but decided that for only 20 bucks he couldn't afford to miss out. They were going at it in the woods when all of a sudden a light flashed on them.
"Hey, what's going on here?" barked a policeman.
"I'm making love to my wife," the man answered indignantly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said the cop. "I didn't know."
"Well," said the man, "I didn't know either until you shined the light on her face."
A strict teacher was lecturing his students on the importance of being wide awake. "I've found the most effective way to start a day," he said, "is to take a cold shower. Then I feel rosy all over."
A bored voice from the back of the class interjected, "Tell us more about Rosie."
An angry wife met her husband at the door. He smelled of booze and perfume.
"I assume," she snarled, "that there's a very good reason for your waltzing in here at six o'clock in the morning with liquor on your breath and lipstick on your collar?"
"There is," he replied. "I'd like breakfast."
Hope that helps!
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