I swear to God, between Astronauts going psycho, socialites selling their sex tapes to Vivid Entertainment, weird patches of dry skin and random people I have never met saying that I sound ghetto fabulous (I still can't get over that one!) I am just not surprised by aything anymore- Not that I ever was, but still.
I can't imagine what we have to expect from our children! (and not even the fact that I'm actually worried about this surprises me!)
My parents were here and they left. Now I hear that my mother is sick and I'm all kinds of bent ou of shape because I'm not with her, even if only to bug the living hell out of her. In times of crisis I am functional but sometimes the only way I can be useful is by making my presence be felt and despite the fact that this is a situation where I can't be of any use whatsoever, I just wish I were there.
Though lately I've found that wishing is a powerful force, sometimes it just doesn't get you were you need to be. Wishful thinking creates but it doesn't fix things.
So now I find myself in a bit of a jam because I have a whole lot to be happy about and thankful for but between my mom's health and that one concern that's going to be haunting my existance for the next week or so, I am finding myself unable to enjoy all the things I spent a good chunk of the past few years wishing for. Not that I would have anyone to enjoy them with but still... it's a crazy world...just when you think your ducks are in a row God feels the need to go bowling with them (I can only hope he/she misses).