You’ve Got To Be Kidding Right???


Random (and sometimes not so random) musings from a life that sometimes is but often times is NOT amusing….

You’ve Got To Be Kidding, Right???

“You’ve got to be kidding, right??”

I find myself asking either real live people or myself this what seems like multiple times a day.   Our entry for today:

  • Ex:  “You know, you need to go on vacation” – stated when schedules were being discussed.
  • Me:  “You’ve got to be kidding, right?  Well, I guess I COULD go on vacation IF you wished to NOT have a child support payment but since there is a rat’s ass chance in hell of  THAT ever happening….”    (Note that this was said to self, not to him because frankly we are getting along dealing with each other in a somewhat civil manner now and I would rather have that than arguing.) 

Frustrating?  Yes. 


In honor of my first post I thought I would go ahead and spill the beans  confess to the  whole money situation.  It’s frightening really when you get a chance to think about it.  I’m one of those people that I swore I would never be – you know the kind, the kind that pay for groceries with their credit card and have no intention of paying it off at the end of the month versus the responsible ones that can control their need for instant gratification.    I’m pretty sure that somewhere in recovery it talks specifically about ‘blaming’ others for your actions not being on the road to recovery but really it isn’t ALL my fault – somewhere along the line my brain left the building along with that glass of chardonnay to get those hair extensions I got for 2K once while downing probably that 2nd bottle for the day.  (And yes, I do know that the sentence above is really not just one sentence but many sentences but it’s my blog and I’m writing the way I want) I mean, in my clouded mind they really DID look good.  For all of about 5 days.  Let’s do a quick recap of the dollars, per day, for that ‘good looking’ hair:  $400/day or $16.66/hour. I can’t even calculate the ‘real’ cost of the extensions with the interest I’ll pay on them.

I can’t.

It will break my heart.

So you tell me, wouldn’t you be asking yourself on a somewhat regular basis

“You’ve got to be kidding, right”?

So, for, TTYL as I’ve come to learn means:  TalkToYouLater…


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