Another fun filled day.

I feel obligated to write something today.

I am not a depressed person at all. I don't know if it's in the stars or what, but this has been a tumultuous year. I really can't wait for it to be over. I couldn't get out of the stupid driveway today to pick up my kids from school because I can't drive out of the driveway, I have to back out of it because there's a slope. How does my husband park it? Exactly the way I told him not to a zillion times. I don't know what happened, but my husband doesn't hear me at all most of the time. (anymore, i was tricked in this marriage). He used to hear me and I really thought that he was my kismet. I don't know if the honeymoon is over, or it's me. I think that's why so many women are taking prozac and paxil, to name two. There isn't a cure for things like this. I've just really been trying to figure out what the hell I did in a previous life for anybody not to hear me unless I yell. I can ask, bargain, plead, bribe, and I get no results unless I put on my ugly face and yell a yell that comes from the pit of my gut. I really don't know why. It has been like this my entire life. Nobody takes me seriously, and most of the time, I am going to sound egotistical, I am right. I must say too, that I am perceptive and can really pick up -- I call it a vibe -- from people and places. Too bad I didn't see this coming. That's the only glitch in my sixth sense. It doesn't apply to me. Maybe I subconsciously pick up on it, but secretly I think I can change the way things are. I always know how things will turn out, but I always thought that you could alter your own reality.

I am sick of all of the trivial baloney that goes on with everyday. I am sick of people calling me to sell me something, and I try to be polite, and eventually I wind up hanging up on them. I am disgusted with the mental midgets that they hire to do billing in doctor's offices. I get a bill for an astronomical amount of money when I know we have great insurance. Then, looking a little further, I see that our insurance wasn't even billed. They ask you for your insurance card when you go there, and photocopy it for heaven's sake.

I am also sick of people with, pardon my french, piss poor communication skills. I am convinced that there is a vital part of the brain missing in most of the population. I call these people "decoys". They really can't be people at all, they are void of emotion or reaction, can't put together a two piece puzzle, (realistically and virtually), and can't communicate a simple idea or fact. It's too abstract for them. I theorize that they are placed here just to throw "the rest of us" off. You know who you are. I guess I'm tired, maybe even delirious today.

I used to think that I was a late niter because that's when all the best ideas are floating around and somebody has to be around to receive them. All of the hubub of the day, including radio and tv signals just screw up the karma, and if you wait until most of the people in your time zone are asleep, maybe you'll get a thought you wouldn't have normally had. Now I have a different theory.

Either A) I'm an insomniac or B) I'm just so dang excited that the kids are finally sleeping.

So, off on a tangent there.....The school calls me and wants to know who is picking up my kids (this is 45 min. after I told my husband I was stuck in the driveway--he works 10 min away.) and all I could think is, "If he's not dead on the road, he'd better be." Of course, I finally had to will the car out of the driveway after an hour of shoveling, rocking, and praying. By the time I get there, he's sitting in his car, and the kids are playing in the snow. Unbeliveable. Thanks for the phone call.

Despite a crummy week, I know that tomorrow is another day.

So much for "Truckstop tales". This is turning into a poor me blog. I should have called it "A day in the life of the disgruntled housewife".