Too emotional involved 

I usually like to be more upbeat or comical but lately, I’ve been having a hard time. Recently my loved ones have been under attack and it hurts me to see them suffer. I start to feel useless because I can’t do anything to take away their problems. These are normal emotions but for those suffering from Bipolar Disorder, OCD and other physical problems it can quickly wear you down.

I’m not saying I need help or encouragement – although I will not deny I could use it – but that I understand.

We may not look sympathetic, or like we are paying attention because we are fighting our own internal battles of how to handle your suffering.

Oh Crap

I remembered an old joke about a couple who were traveling when the call of nature hit urgently, and the only place they could find was a biker bar. As they asked where the bathroom was, they could feel all faces on them.

‘It’s upstairs on your left they were told’ – the wife took off, leaving the husband behind to deal the loud and rough group in the room. Entering the first left-hand door, she was surprised to find a small room with only a tin can sticking out of the floor, but she could not stop – she had to go.

Finished with her dirty deed, she was glad to have her purse and extra supplies so she could clean up before returning downstairs but that is when she noticed how quiet it was. Afraid for her husband’s life she hurried down to find the bar empty and smelling rank. It was by far the worst bar she had ever been in and would certainly be leaving a nasty comment about it. Heading outside she found her husband along with all the bar patrons in animated conversation while spraying themselves down with water.

As it was a hot day, she thought maybe it was some kind of fun activity and joined her husband. After the wash down the men starting talking about the incident.

‘Which incident,’ she asked.

The men look at her in disbelief. ‘Where were you when the Shit hit the fan?’

 

That was the joke, but I have always wondered what happened after that. My life right now seems to be at that stage – crap everywhere, and I’m not sure how or where to start the clean-up. Sometimes I wish I could be like the monkeys from Madagascar – ‘Of course, we are going to fling poo’ or ‘If you have poo, fling it now.’ At least I could get rid of it.

Repeat That

In my family, we have the habit of repeating something we like – Even right after the person said it. We were not aware of this till our daughters’ friends pointed it out. You would think that we would become self-conscious about it after that, but we didn’t.

They do say that imitation is the sincerest for a flattery.

Vacation – Day Two

Relaxing day of sun, surf, and sand! My mother’s manic mood almost pushed me over the edge. Since I couldn’t go to my room, I parked myself on a beach towel and took a nap. It was so warm😊. We got to see more whales and ate – no stuffed ourselves at a luau!

Best ramblings of the day – as we were leaving my mother asked if we needed to pray? “Only when you’re driving.” Renee joked. Which was followed by my father sassing, “Thank you, Renee, for volunteering.” lol