little whine to go with my cheese...

Okay, can I just whine for a little while, please?
Feel free not to read this post, it's okay, it won't hurt my feelings... I just need a place to complain and moan and groan and, well, you get the picture (if you're still here)
You know, I get it that I'm supposed to be thankful that I have a job when so many other people can't find a job anywhere and I really am thankful deep down inside for the opportunity to work my hiney off for next-to-no pay or appreciation. But I'm tired people, TIRED. I don't want to work anymore, I want to win the lottery and just stay home and read and crochet and watch movies and hang out in my pj's, like on the weekends, but all the time.
I've been sick with a cold/sinus/headache thing for two weeks straight, which makes me a very unhappy camper and all I want to do is crawl in bed for another two weeks straight and sleep. No I'm no depressed or crying out for help, so please don't get all "crisis intervention" on me. I just need to rest my pretty little head and not think about anything for a while. Anyone else know what I'm sayin'?
And I miss my little home and friends here in blogland! All I seem to have the energy or motivation for lately is skimming updates on my Google reader and making a few comments here and there, other than that my mind is one big snotty uncreative blob. WAAAAHHH
Everyday I think I'll have more energy to come here after work or in the evening, or whenever, and post my little heart out, but every day is the same. So don't y'all go thinking I've forgotten you, nope, not in a million years, and soon I'll be back with a mighty blogging vengeance, I promise!!!!
Hey, did ya'll hear the one about the man that was asked by his friends what he would want on his tombstone after he passed on? He tells them all that he would hope it would say something about him being a Godly man who loved to read his Bible and do good for others, and so on and so forth.... After that they all turned to his wife and asked her the same question about what she'd like on her tombstone, to which her answer was short and sweet:

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"I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK!"

Lol, sorry, since I'm on the subject of being sick I couldn't resist.

Anyhoo, if you kept reading till now, you are a better person than I am, I probably would have quit listening to me complain after the first sentence up there! Thanks for hanging out with me, even at my worst, that's what makes a true friend. :o)

Today is my daughter Nicole and son in law Bryan's first wedding anniversary but I'm going to save that for a post all it's on, hope they don't mind, which I'm sure they won't because they don't ever read my blog anyway. But, they deserve not to be lumped in with my sour attitude here. So tomorrow I will pick up with a more cheery demeanor and pay them tribute then.

Till next time,

Tiff