Wednesday, March 04, 2009

What the ell or Saint Judy Walks on Eggshells

Ok so when I opened my eyes this morning there was my significant other talking at me about this thing he was worried about. I agreed and said, it' a good idea to hide your truck keys, he said he didn't like my tone.... What??? I was still half asleep and couldn't get what he was so angry about, well it got worse. Yelling and saying things that we can't take back. So all day long I was a total wreck. Sharon and I drove to Anchorage to do some errands but I was so dysfunctional with my puffy eyes and messed up hair that we just drove in circles, I was a total wreck. I knew she was doing everything possible to try and cheer me up but I still felt so bad.
Now P's son has had some rather serious troubles lately and P is so co-dependant that when things go wrong that he can't control he acts like King Baby and a couple of other things I won't say here. Somebody needs a vacation.

Perhaps I know my blog is not the place to rant about personal things, if I took out a journal and wrote my feelings down it would be more therapeutic than censoring myself, all the time. I have an idea for an icon it's called Saint Judy Walks on Eggshells, this beautiful women with a long graceful body and pointed toes hovering 1/16" above the eggshells, walking softly as to not break even one, she is wearing rose colored glasses and her head is in the clouds or a fog.

I found this on Dab's blog
Judy in Alaska... I read your blog... now you are having FUN! That is yet another reason why Alaska calls to me to come back... the fun that Judy has! I think Judy would be a hoot to hang around with.

WoW thats nice Dabs, we could really have some fun and without those peskey men!!!


annie kelleher said...

men... can't live with 'em, can't leave 'em by the side of the road when you're done with them.

i think a blog is the perfect place to rant. you get tons of sympathy and sometimes the Person Responsible for the upsetness reads the blog and sort of Gets It. it's happened a few times around here and the first time i thought i'd gone into some sort of fugue state. rant on!!

Judy Vars said...

Fugue: Psychiatry. a period during which a person suffers from loss of memory, often begins a new life, and, upon recovery, remembers nothing of the amnesic phase.

Thank you Annie for your thoughts.

JILLblog said...

Keep the faith woman. Costa Rica is calling your name! You'll be browned, serene, and simply above it all. Have fun.