Thursday, June 14, 2012

I swear I'm still alive

It's just this job is trying to kill me. I mean, I'm trying, trying REAL hard, to get it under control, so that I can be that lady that works to live instead of the crazy bitch I am becoming that lives to work. I do not want to live to work. I'm fat, old, and lazy, I want to enjoy my life, not work my life away.

I've missed so much in the blogging community and I hope that I'll soon be able to spend hours on my iPad catching up on blog posts that I've so desparately been missing.

Also, I'll be hanging with my bitches at the river in about 36 days, and that always makes me feel better, well, at least until I drink too many adult beverages, then I feel WAY better!

My kids are nearly grown, my hair is almost 100% grey, I cry on my way to work EVERY day, I rarely see my workaholic husband, and the dogs that live in my home have destroyed it. I start my day crying about having to go to a job I hate and I end my day crying while screaming at the dogs, "I hate you with all the love in my heart!"

It will get better, this I know, and hell, I'm learning so much about myself, who knew that after 37 years of knowing myowndamnself, I could learn even more...not me, but I know now!

Be back soon...I promise...toodles!


  1. Good to know you're still alive. Have fun with your girls and get that damn job wrangled back under control! You deserve it.

  2. Sorry :(

    But, hey, only 36 days!!

  3. have missed your posts. hang in there. hope the river was fun!!

  4. I hope it got better.. I just left the same kind of job.