I’m in a funk, folks. I can’t help it.
Christmas was fine. Uneventful, relaxing, lovely. Nothing to report other then the red stuff which, I have to say, I didn’t really care for. Not because I thought I was actually pregnant. I laugh at that thought. But because the one thing that would have really made this Christmas extra special would have been a nice Christmas romp. This was the first year that Mark and I didn’t travel for Christmas & were both able bodied. Last year we didn’t travel for the first time, but I was bed ridden with the foot thing. I had only had surgery 2 weeks earlier, we had a full house with his family, and I was so drugged…well maybe we did do it. I wouldn’t know right?
This year could have been fantastic. A whole day of nakedness and kinky stupidity. We could have gone totally over-the-top with it. But no. I can’t even get that for Christmas. AF has to really set in good and be nice and loud.
I’m not exactly in a funk because I didn’t get to be a whore for Christmas. Its more then that. I’m just kinda sick of my life right now. I’m waiting for far too many things to pan out so my real life can begin. I’m waiting for some unlucky bastard to need to sell their house to me. I’m waiting for my parents to come to their senses and decide they suck (that wait will most likely be forever, but might as well include it in my pity party). I’m waiting for Mark to feel ready to torture ourselves again with another round of IVF. Its been 6 months since the mc and I need to start something again. But no. I’m waiting. I dont do waiting. I do going. Changing. Moving. PROGRESS.
I am a problem solver. When things look wonky, I say “Let’s fix this. What do we need to do?” But I can’t fix this. I hate it. All I can think about these last few days of 07′ is that I suck at fixing this. Its bringin me down man. I’m down.
That’s all. Good day.
B a b y B o u n d 
Can I join you under a rock for a pity party? I’ll bring booze! I understand the feeling of being permanently stuck in a holding pattern.
Iam sorry your feeling down. You have every right to feel that way. I hope that in 2008 you get your miracle!
Kathy- I think me and you and flip flops are the only bloggers left alive after the holly-daze! Email me sometime girl- I’m bored and you are too cool… aradia7dragon at yahoo dot com. 😀 danke!
*hugs* Sorry you are feeling low. I was telling someone that yesterday I was nearly in tears over fridge magnets, so it must be going around. Not that red tide is fridge magnets, just that everything is magnified a bit. Hope you feel better soon.
I need to join you and the milk maid under the rock, especially if she’s bringing booze. Sorry you’re in the funk, too. The holding pattern sucks, so I hope you get to DO something really soon.
I’m sorry that you’re feeling flat. I’ve been absent courtesy of net woes, but I’ll do my best to catch up when I get a connection again,
xx
J
Now this I can relate to (especially the last several weeks or so):
” But no. I’m waiting. I dont do waiting. I do going. Changing. Moving. PROGRESS.
I am a problem solver. When things look wonky, I say “Let’s fix this. What do we need to do?” But I can’t fix this. I hate it. ”
I kinda dislike feeling out of control myself. Feel better!
Milkmaid.. I am here… I am here….
Sorry you are in a funk… but I am glad your container mag came today!!!! Maybe that will help a bit?
Kathy, I’d like to introduce you to my good friend Zoloft. Zoloft and I have been through some rough times together…and I think I can spare some of her time if you need her. But seriously folks…where the hell are you? I’ve been online..looking for my friend Kathy..there were TEARS Kathy..TEARS! I’m sorry you’re having a shitty time right now….I kinda feel the same though I didn’t express it as well when I was talking to K earlier, as you did in your post. I’d say chin up..but shit..that would just piss me off if someone said that to me. : )