misery LOVES company

in honor of all of you gals and guys who are feeling the end of the year blues:

i declare the final 36 hours left of this year shall be used to enjoy your misery. bask in the depression that has settled in. give into the crappy mood that is lurking. go on: join me in self pity.

that's it though, at the strike of midnight (in the mountain standard time zone- that gives you a few extra hours wendy) we must put on our gold sequin big girl panties and enter 2008 as the sarcastically snarky (for suze) medicated women that we are.

enjoy with me the self loathing (or alien baby that is taking over my body ) and gluttony that only this next 36 hours can offer.

Good luck and best wishes on your road to this limited time offer.

my love to all,

j

(if you would like to share how you are celebrating misery loves company time please send your stories, messages and pictures to daveclancyfamily@gmail.com)

too sick to blog

THIS has sapped all my witty, delightful, snarky, humorous banter from my soul. i'm cranky and opinionated. my husband looks like he is dealing with post traumatic stress disorder. i wish animal control would shoot me with an elephant tranq and call it a week.

oh if you were looking for something more positive - pick any of the links to the right (you are at the WRONG PLACE)

i would kill, literally kill for greasy mexican food!

it's 11:30 at night and the only way to describe this feeling is like a mix between being heart sick, and so hungry the stomach acid is torturing the back of your throat. this is completely ridiculous, and if i thought there were someone close enough to bother with this problem i would.

i just need someone to either go pick up some filiberto's or something of the like, OR come sit here. that's it just sit here in a dark quiet house so that i may go on a quest for this need. (it's against the law to leave a child in bed at home alone while you go off and hunt down the nearest greasiest mexican food possible- oh ya and they really do frown as well on literally killing for this also. good thing this isn't an afterschool special)

my order in case the God of Mexican Food Delivery is reading: quesadilla, burrito (grilled chicken and cheese), beans, shredded beef tacos, chips and salsa, beans and an enchilada

(no onion, garnish or gross sour cream) oh and taquitos if that's not too much.

it hurts sooooo bad. the baby needs it.

holes are being burned into my stomach as i type.

I feel j lo explains my situation best - click here

The mania has passed and the exhaustion has set in.

Curt, i didn't want to have to do this.

i'm not sure at what point you crossed the line on comments tonight, but you did. (yes those are his wife's new pajama bottoms wrapped around his neck like a scarf)

christmas 2007 - DONE!

I have nothing insightful to share or deliver. I have no special stories of miracles, service or sanity. No, it is just over. The Christmas spirit was just harder to come by this year, I'm not sure why but it was. Maybe I'm just too tired to feel it?

Christmas with a 2 1/2 year old should have been exciting and thrilling. Unfortunately (as spoken by Debbie Downer) we dealt with days and days of emotional meltdowns/breakdowns from our sweet little princess, as well as an upper respiratory infection, pink eye, and a strict diet of things that will fit in a sandwich bag if that thing is popcorn. Oh and when Santa visited, lets just say she didn't hide her distaste for his presence. I think Santa is a little scarred, sorry Santa.

this about sums it up...

not learning disabled or deaf, just really good at pretending to be

i give you, my nephews.