Usually, I am a glass-half-full person. Whatever the curve ball thrown, I can dodge it, or hit that crap out of the ball park. This week, however, has been nothing but a series of What the F moments. And I am tired of it.
I have an all natural hippy dippy friend that burns sage (also called smudging) when she feels like evil and negative energy are crowding her aura or space or whatever she calls it. I don't even like to eat sage, so I am sure as hell not going to be burning it in my home to clear the bad, but I can at least write out a long list of shitty-ness happening in my life in the hopes that the sun might shine a little brighter around here.
My family is in turmoil, and it makes me very sad to see people fighting over money and possesions. On the bright side, it has made me closer to my parents and siblings, and I have learned that it is best to not show your favortism to your kids (even if you do prefer one over the other), and I've also learned that I am spending every cent of my money before I die, so that nobody has anything to fight over. I take solace in the fact that the offending family members are on a roller coaster to hell, first class.
My baby dog, Jackson, has cancer. :( His biopsy results haven't come back yet, but I am hopeful that it is just a tumor that can be removed and he'll go on to live many more happy years. He's almost 10 years old though, so even if the results are bad, he's had an awesome 10 years as the most spoiled weiner dog on the planet. The biggest heart wrencher for me will be explaining it to my kids, because they adore him so. He's also the last remaining sliver of my life before family, and I can't help but be sad to lose that final piece.
We are sick sick sick around here. This week there have been multiple trips to the pediatrician (and the vet for the dog), and Sloane today got to experience the loveliness of a blood draw and a catheterization. Poor girl, I owe her a pony for being such a brave big girl. She made me cry when she sobbed "mommy ow ow, mommmmmyyyyy". But as soon as the nurse broke out the Elmo stickers, all was again right with the world. My pediatrician will probably be driving a new car next time I see him, because we have given him quite the business this past 2 weeks. Add to that the fact that even my husband was sick (sick husband=biggest baby in the entire world), and I've had it with the illin', yo.
I got to experience first hand this week the sleaziness of a shady business person. We got an unexpected bill for things that I had understood as part of the package we'd worked out. Well, I paid the damn bill after arguing about it for a while, but suffice it to say I reported that jackass to the Better Business Bureau and will never be doing business with him again. He's also on the roller coaster to hell.
Whew. That feels better. Sort of. Now, let's hope it was enough to get rid of the bad around here for a while, or I will be going down to the Sacred Sword or whatever they are calling the metaphysical mart these days, to get me some sage. And maybe to Ray's Liquor Warehouse for a box of wine.