You know the saying
If it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all...................?
Yep, that's me. My entire life can be traced around that saying with the exception of 4 times. The day I got married and each day I had one of my children. Those are the best days of my life, the rest of it?
It sucks sometimes, really sucks. I know some people have better luck and some people will tell you have to make your own luck, well short of robbing a bank, winning the lottery or suddenly becoming the heir to a rich aunt/uncle I did not know about, my luck will never change. And this month it all seems to be crashing down around me. Between Melissa being in the hospital, Terry's car dead (the alternator or battery, we aren't sure yet), the mortgage being behind (we are waiting for a letter from the company to send to Terry's 401K company to get that out), my back hurting like hell everytime I move wrong and now my car is dead.
It has been making a funny noise everytime your turned a corner and I was going to take it in Tuesday to have it checked but it didn't make it that far. It is now sitting in the Walmart Parking Lot, waiting to be towed to shop to find out what is wrong with it. We are without transportation completely. To bad I can't combine the two cars, mine runs but won't move and Terry's moves but won't run.
Some people will tell you that everything happens for a reason, that God never puts more on your plate than you can handle and despite what happened today I didn't lose it, I didn't go ballistic, I remained calm and composed, called Terry who did go slightly ballistic, then got a ride for us back home (of course I had all the kids and two of Melissa's friend with me). By that time Terry had gotten ahold of his sister who will loan us her car, I will take her to work tonight, take Terry to work in the morning, pick her up in the morning and then pick Terry up tomorrow afternoon. This will happen until Tuesday and we can get at least one of the cars to the garage to have it checked and fixed. Have to have at least one running so Terry can get back and forth to work, though he's ready to quit, he's so fustrated. It seems the harder we try, the further behind we get.
Well, all I can say about God right now is this:
"ENOUGH ALREADY!!!! GOOD LORD MAN!!!! I AM ONLY HUMAN!!!! I CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE ON MY PLATE!!!!!! IT IS OVERFLOWING!!!!! I GAINED 3 POUNDS FROM ALL THE STUFF YOU PILED ON!!!!!! YOU HAVE HAD YOUR LAUGH AT MY EXPENSE BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!!!"
Okay, there, I feel better! Okay, not really but hey, anything to let off the pressure, right? I do have to add that I know how blessed I truly am and I do appreciate everything I have, I mean I could have NOTHING, right? But it just gets so darn fustrating! But this is another reason I try not to bitch and moan too much. I'm still one of the luckier people.
Deannda
Carless in New York
Yep, that's me. My entire life can be traced around that saying with the exception of 4 times. The day I got married and each day I had one of my children. Those are the best days of my life, the rest of it?
It sucks sometimes, really sucks. I know some people have better luck and some people will tell you have to make your own luck, well short of robbing a bank, winning the lottery or suddenly becoming the heir to a rich aunt/uncle I did not know about, my luck will never change. And this month it all seems to be crashing down around me. Between Melissa being in the hospital, Terry's car dead (the alternator or battery, we aren't sure yet), the mortgage being behind (we are waiting for a letter from the company to send to Terry's 401K company to get that out), my back hurting like hell everytime I move wrong and now my car is dead.
It has been making a funny noise everytime your turned a corner and I was going to take it in Tuesday to have it checked but it didn't make it that far. It is now sitting in the Walmart Parking Lot, waiting to be towed to shop to find out what is wrong with it. We are without transportation completely. To bad I can't combine the two cars, mine runs but won't move and Terry's moves but won't run.
Some people will tell you that everything happens for a reason, that God never puts more on your plate than you can handle and despite what happened today I didn't lose it, I didn't go ballistic, I remained calm and composed, called Terry who did go slightly ballistic, then got a ride for us back home (of course I had all the kids and two of Melissa's friend with me). By that time Terry had gotten ahold of his sister who will loan us her car, I will take her to work tonight, take Terry to work in the morning, pick her up in the morning and then pick Terry up tomorrow afternoon. This will happen until Tuesday and we can get at least one of the cars to the garage to have it checked and fixed. Have to have at least one running so Terry can get back and forth to work, though he's ready to quit, he's so fustrated. It seems the harder we try, the further behind we get.
Well, all I can say about God right now is this:
"ENOUGH ALREADY!!!! GOOD LORD MAN!!!! I AM ONLY HUMAN!!!! I CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE ON MY PLATE!!!!!! IT IS OVERFLOWING!!!!! I GAINED 3 POUNDS FROM ALL THE STUFF YOU PILED ON!!!!!! YOU HAVE HAD YOUR LAUGH AT MY EXPENSE BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!!!"
Okay, there, I feel better! Okay, not really but hey, anything to let off the pressure, right? I do have to add that I know how blessed I truly am and I do appreciate everything I have, I mean I could have NOTHING, right? But it just gets so darn fustrating! But this is another reason I try not to bitch and moan too much. I'm still one of the luckier people.
Deannda
Carless in New York
posted by Musings of a Mad Woman at 7:58 PM
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