Where'd the funny go?

Dear Readers I've been a bad, bad blogger.  

Actually, I've been a compromised blogger.  Over the last month there have been three deaths in our family.  Three.  And not at the same time either.  It was spread out over a full month.  And the dog ran away.  But she came back.  But in the meantime I had to deal with a psycho beast owner of the rescue organization I got her from.  And her rantings at me -while I was already in full mental-mode due to coping with the deaths of family members- nearly led me to being submerged in the bathtub with a mixed cocktail in one hand and a razor in the other.

But since I can NEVER get time alone in the bathroom, I was, OF COURSE, interrupted by a child who fell down, got hurt and needed my attention, thus fully ripping me out of my pseudo-psychotic episode. I can't believe that I don't even get enough time to commit suicide.  That fact alone is crazier than the act itself! 

I'm probably of more use being alive.  I mean, who else will clean out the food dish for the dog after the baby has mixed her food with her water thereby creating a mush of doggie food hell.  She doesn't deserve that---after all she is my miracle dog--my whole Catholic family was praying to all the possible saints for her return: St. Anthony for lost things, St. Francis since he's the saint of animals, and St. Jude for impossible causes/situations.  That last saint my mom thought of on her own and prayed to on my behalf.  And look...three saints and my furbaby came back. So I clean her bowl.  It's the least I could do. She's also been bathed a thousand times and I'm thinking she should be baptised.  

On the bright side, my friend Julie took me out to dinner (her treat!) because she just couldn't stand having me go through so much shit at once.  It's amazing what a greasy bacon cheeseburger and conversing with a friend can do for your mental state.

Shortly after that, it was the Toby Keith concert where I got to fall back into my old comfy country ways. Poor Phil, he'd never seen so many cowboy hats, cans of chew, and American flags.  There were beer bottles, beer cups, chew cans, cigarette butts, and drunk cowboys (and drunk cowgirls too) for DAYS. And it raised my spirits.  Pictures of me and my friends at the concert can be found at my Facebook profile.

So this is what I advise for the crazy, icky bad times that we all have to go through at times:

1-Pray, preferably to Saints because this is what they do! Their job is your prayers.  And I would suggest praying to a couple saints, then they get to work together and I think they like that....which leads me to #2.

2-Seek comfort in friends and family. Especially if those friends and family will indulge your urge for moderate drinking and greasy food.

3-Bathing is a good idea, but best to keep sharp objects away.  I guess that means using Nair for awhile.

4-Give yourself time and above all else, know that this too shall pass. 

And all we can do is hope that whatever it does pass into is somehow better or more nice than what we currently experiencing. Otherwise you will need a double dose of #'s 1-3 above.

P.S. Rest in peace Grandpa Marcel, Grandma Catherine and Uncle Glenn. We love you still. Say hello to the saints for us.

Comments

[Lynne Quido]

Jen-

I'm so sorry for your family's losses. Things come in threes? Is there really any mileage to that? School starts here Monday, I'm guessing yours is close.

Keep the razorblades out of the bathtub! :)

Love,

Quid

[Jen]

Thank you dear! School starts this coming Monday for us (8/31). I'm taking it one moment at a time, although my instinct is always to try to chomp off more than I can chew. :o)

Love and Light to you Lynne.