Not tough as nails

Turns out, I am NOT tough as nails.
Who knew.
I must be getting softer as I get older.( Wait, did that come out right?)
I am thinking of changing my name to Job. For all you scripture savy, you know what I mean.
And if your reading this and you don't get my point,
I am cursed.
One crappy thing after the other has happened this year and we're not even done with February for crying out loud.
I actually found myself yelling at another driver today that was willing to let me go first.
Really?
That should give you a clue as to my state of mind.
I am beaten down, weary beyond weary, overcome with I believe might be considered: "zombiness".
So if you ask me something that entails me answering in any intelligent manner whatsoever,
walk away now.
God tells us to give it to Him. Ok, sounds simple enough.
Not.
My problem is I am asking for help on one hand and with the other, I am hanging on for dear life.
What's up with that?
"What's that up in the sky?
It's a bird, It's a plane, Nooo, it's Colleen"~
Because the idiot won't let go. Yeah, I called myself an idiot.
They aways tell you not to pray for patience. Oh trust me, I am not even GOING there!
How do all of you out there in blogland do it? How do you function thru a crisis and work and take care of others on the same day, much less breath?
I used to be able to.
It's a lot tougher nowadays. So I am chalking it up to my age.
Because I don't know what else to attribute it to.
And please don't ask me if I feel better when you see me next. Because unless my daughter is beaming with happiness and my dog is not dead and my Dad is healed, things pretty much remain the same.
Life is consuming and I am tired of being on the menu.
Yes, you may quote me on that.

Ahh, Valentines day.

Coming up fast!

Every Valentines day, I remember.

6th grade year on Valentines Day. We had a teacher who wanted the girls to make a lunch ,big enough for two. Then, we (girls) would draw names ( boys) from a sack and whoever we picked, we had lunch with. And while we ate, we opened our Valentines from everyone. You know, the boxes we decorated with construction paper and doilies? Yeah, those. ( makes me want to make one now)

I got someone named Ed. The quietest person in class. Possibly the earth. Considering my desk was constantly in a different place every time I got to class because I "talked to my neighbors too much" , could explain why I was bummed I got Ed. Sorry Ed. That's just the way it was.

I also remember that this one girl, (can't recall her name) actually had the audacity to GLUE conversation hearts onto her paper hearts and give them out. What?!? What the?!?! You cannot eat them THAT way, did she not realize this?!?! Was this a cruel joke? I recall being soooo disapointed she wasted good candy like that. Maybe THAT'S why I can't remember her name, I don't want to!

The Martha Stewart before her time. Trying to be creative with her Valentines and all. I , for one, did not appreciate that gesture.

So, Ed for a lunchmate and glued conversation hearts on a Valentine......it's all becoming clear to me now.

If you want to please me, just give me a cupcake. Simply a cupcake. I will be in heaven!

How easy is that? No jewelry, no elaborate dates. Just feed me.

Tah dah.

Don't you judge me. My needs are simple.

Mr. Hankins, my sixth grade teacher. Obviously a man who's heart was connected to his stomach, I thank you for your lunch insight. I am not sure that would allowed in schools today. Shame.