August.....

It’s Wednesday – hump day – mid-way day – Wednesday. Last night was absolutely wonderful. I will only share with you the incredibly ridiculous scene during my pedicure where the Vietnamese man began taking off the polish I had put on with my BFF before she passed away so I cried – he mistook my tears for pain – I told him no it’s just my heart – he asked if I was sick – I told him I was in “mourning” – he said he could reschedule me for the “morning”…..I’m waiting for it to appear on Candid Camera or America’s funniest home videos. Seriously – I wasn’t crying for long because of the idiocy of it all.






Today I was able to spend a few short minutes with the B club at lunch. Such a small piece of time with people who I know can truly relate to what appears is going to be a long solid feeling of funky for the unforeseeable future. I realized yesterday that I do not want to EVER live through the month of August again. It is a cursed month in my life. Something ridiculous happens to me in the month of August year after year. Do you think I’m dramatic?? Let me give you some insight about the month of August in my life. One August 6 years ago my grandfather, sweetest most wonderful, hero of my life, was at my home and collapsed, requiring an ambulance, and passing away thereafter. It was heartbreaking for me at the time. Then there was another August later. This is when I received the phone call from my stepmother who proceeded to tell me that my father was in serious condition in the hospital and I should come right away. From that point for the next 2 months I spent every weekend with my dad who lived in another state, and who passed away two months later. It continues. Later in yet another August my husband and I were going through an extremely rough time and decided to separate. I bought another home, my best friends helped me move out. It took one of our sons being in a motorcycle accident to shake us out of that mess and clear our heads. Thankfully – our son is okay but it did end his career in the Airforce. Now here we are in yet another August. My best friend is killed in a car accident. Fuck the month of August. Fuck every August from here on out because I’m going to be in hiding. Screw anyone who tries to make me participate in the month of August. I’m sure if I researched the month of August I would find that it was the birth month of Satan or something just as grievous that would make this disgusting month make sense.






On another note – today my friend Heather called me a Stupid Fucking Whore. Seriously? I gave that up YEARS ago!!! However, reader, she did this because I won a contest at work. So the sun can peek in at any given moment during an otherwise gray period of life. Just another piece of information to ponder and absorb. And so it continues….