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It's called the "Monday Meltdown" and is an excuse to just let out some of the frustration within. We all have frustration, yes? So - let's focus our frustration and let it out on Mondays - because we all know that Mondays just deserve it. Just ask Garfield.
Here's how it is going to work. Rant about anything that makes you angry, irritates you, or is just plain dumb. You can do it here in the comments section or on your own blog. But if you run away to your own blog, please drop me a comment so I can come see. I love to read a good rant.
I also have a button up there you can 'steal'. Steal meaning take away to your own server. Don't direct link. I'm afraid I don't have the bandwidth for that one.
So - are you ready to vent? I know you are.
Mine'll be in a separate post.
If you need ideas, try...
1. Technology Overdependency
2. Drivers Who Change Lanes Without Signalling
3. Writer's Choice!
Go! :D
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Dear Dad
There are a lot of things I wish right now.
I wish I had seen you more.
I wish I had had more time.
I wish I'd answered the phone in June, even though I was at work.
I wish we'd finished putting together my desk.
I wish I'd figured out how to put in the light switch so I could tell you I did.
But, I really wish I could have done more for you.
Everything I can fix, everything I can figure out...
None of it helped at all.
All I had were good thoughts and wishes and hopes.
I wish they'd been enough.
I love you, Dad.
I'll miss you horribly.
Don't forget me.
Love,
Poe
There are a lot of things I wish right now.
I wish I had seen you more.
I wish I had had more time.
I wish I'd answered the phone in June, even though I was at work.
I wish we'd finished putting together my desk.
I wish I'd figured out how to put in the light switch so I could tell you I did.
But, I really wish I could have done more for you.
Everything I can fix, everything I can figure out...
None of it helped at all.
All I had were good thoughts and wishes and hopes.
I wish they'd been enough.
I love you, Dad.
I'll miss you horribly.
Don't forget me.
Love,
Poe
I'd meant to update more, but I find it so hard to talk about any of it, or to talk to anyone.
Cuz, you know, it's my Dad. He lifts stuff. And survives near-pounce tackles from his grown children without falling over.
Except - not any more.
It's really hard to see him like this. Dad was never really sick. He got a cold, sure. He had allergies. But not like this. And it's only been a month since he got the official diagnosis. And he can't get up on his own.
It's not fair. He never did anything to anyone. He's helped more people than I can count.
Yet - here it is. He'll come home from the hospital today. (That's a whole other post. I may make it, I don't know.) He'll have a hospital bed and my aunt is coming to help my mom take care of him. She'll stay until - well. Until.
And this is why I haven't posted. I can't function - and deal with this. Talking about it, thinking about it - I just sit in the chair, angry and in tears. So, maybe I'm a horrible child, a bad person, but I try not to think about it at all.
Anyway.
Cuz, you know, it's my Dad. He lifts stuff. And survives near-pounce tackles from his grown children without falling over.
Except - not any more.
It's really hard to see him like this. Dad was never really sick. He got a cold, sure. He had allergies. But not like this. And it's only been a month since he got the official diagnosis. And he can't get up on his own.
It's not fair. He never did anything to anyone. He's helped more people than I can count.
Yet - here it is. He'll come home from the hospital today. (That's a whole other post. I may make it, I don't know.) He'll have a hospital bed and my aunt is coming to help my mom take care of him. She'll stay until - well. Until.
And this is why I haven't posted. I can't function - and deal with this. Talking about it, thinking about it - I just sit in the chair, angry and in tears. So, maybe I'm a horrible child, a bad person, but I try not to think about it at all.
Anyway.
The Ravens did quoth
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