My Demon Within

We're having a wrestling match, to see who wins control of this oh-so-lovely situation that has begun to rapidly spiral out of control - you know, the train wreck that is my life. The little bastard's gotten the upper hand over the last few days, but mostly because I haven't picked up the courage yet to kick him square in the scrote. Gimme time, I'm getting there. I've got issues about sack-kicking: Once upon a time many, many years ago, I kicked my cousin in the crotch, completely by accident, and I cried harder about it than he did. It devastated me so much having kicked him in the privates and making him cry, I swore I'd never kick anyone like that again. It's a hard habit to break, not kicking someone in the balls. You just have no idea!

Hubby-man told me about an incident when he was younger, getting kicked in the jewels by a foot clad in a steel-toed boot. Unfortunately, that's his story to share and not mine. (I do admit to a teeny, tiny sadistic streak in me that loves to bring out that particular mental picture and glow over it when he's a putz. I've been glowing a lot the last couple weeks. In fact, my glow level has gotten so intense, they could prop my ass up on the Whitefish Point tower and use me to ward ships off the shoals.)

Anywhoo. I'm still around, floating around (yes, I'm OK, Dawn; thanks for asking - big huggz to you). Just trying to get through the mad scramble that always seems to accompany a vacation around here (we're leaving Tuesday; I wanted to go Monday but the oldest boy is having a fit about it because that's his 16th birthday and "jeez, ma, I gotta get my tractor from the tractor show that day) when you have to pack for 6 kids and 2 adults to go spend a week (now less one day thanks to the doodie-head) in the woods in tents. Yeah, I sleep in the woods. I used to do it at least 5 or 6 times a summer but . . . then I got married. Learned my lesson, didn't I?

OH, and if this just ain't the pisser: I lost my vacation a couple weeks ago sitting in doctors' offices and was really excited about having another crack at a trip to the Upper Peninsula, until I found out the other day that THE FRIGGING UP IS ON FIRE. I'm thinking to myself, "Fuggit, no UP for you, beyotch."