So there I was, feeling sorry for myself. Really crappy day, crappy acting kids, crappy hot car, crappy cluttered counter, then I realized...it's all my own crappy fault. I was whining to Bill as I was trying to leave so I didn't attack anyone, after I had put myself in time-out for screaming, and it hit me. I'm a crappy parent. I have really crappy days and then I'm a really crappy parent. And now I realize, I'm a really crappy blogger 'cuz none of this makes any sense.
Then I remembered how Rachel keeps telling me that she tries to laugh more since she read my laugh post. Maybe I should try to laugh. But how? Maybe one of my friends will post something really hilarious today, I think. And they sort of did. One friend posted a link to a blog that she said was "the biggest crack up". Ironic, I think that the day I want to laugh she posted it. Well, it wasn't funny. OK, kinda funny, but not LOL funny. I think that's why I didn't like it...there was too much: LOL; JJWT; BFF; *INSERT SQUEEL*; and all that annoying crap, along with about 3-4 entries stating it was her "best day EVER"! Everyday can't be the best day ever or is that your point? Everyday SHOULD be your best day ever? I'm so sick of her putting every other word in ALL CAPS! STOP SHOUTING AT ME!!! I did enough shouting of my own today, thank you.
So that didn't make me laugh. But she had a link that lead me to another link that really did crack me up. I have no idea who this guy is, obviously not the real Bishop of a real ward, but some of it was pretty funny. He's got the kind of sense of humor that Robert Farrel Smith does if you've read any of his books. Anyway, he was funny and didn't shout.
Maybe I'm just not in a Mormon humor sort of place right now. Maybe Mormons just aren't funny. I don't know, but something has to get me out of this funky, crappy, place and the brownies that the girls made are just not going to do it. Crap!
*NTS= "note to self", although this one is also a note to April. Or maybe we should just create a private hormonal blog where we can dump our crap and flush it away
Also, Bill did something to our computer so that all the writing is really gigantic. It looks like the font is set at 24pt on my computer. Does it on your end too? I think maybe Bill's eyesight is getting really bad and he won't fess up as to how he changed this to big print. It even printed funny and the Visiting Teaching message took 2 whole pages, instead of the one page of message and second page of stupid references. Boy, aren't you glad I'm not your crappy visiting teacher?!
7 comments:
See! This is why I love you. So many people listen to me complain, but they don't complain and then I feel like a whiney, weird complainer girl. In all reality, I think complaining is normal! You are normal! And, not crappy, although I do think it was crappy that you said mormons are not funny. I resent that, I am f%*^ing HILARIOUS!
I better get going on a post for you. How about one devoted to my miss-shapen toes; will that brighten your day?
By the by, I love the so blessed blog! I thought it was hilarious because the writer clearly knows how ridiculous mormon housewives are when it comes to their content. You are right - the exploitation may be a little over the top, but I'm kicking myself for not thinking of it first. My mind is racing with LDS colloquialisms (is that a word?) for material. Your post is the exact opposite of the hum drum ramblings of these ladies with no lives that she satires in her blog. That's what makes you and your posts unique and interesting.
You and Davey are on the same wave length, he just made a comment where he told a guy to quit "yelling" at him with caps on the blog. He was not laughing when he wrote it either. OH MY! So, I'm having the crappy day today that you had yesterday. How does anyone parent anyway and why were people just not as whiney back in the old days? They just freakin' did what they gotta do, ya know? I'm not like that. I'm like, "What? I have to clean and cook and organize and plan and launder and patiently help my child through endless tantrums? No thanks, I'll just whine about it instead." Not that I'm ragging on you, you know I'm not. I'm just tired and sad and I'm not laughing about it either. But the only thing funny I can think to tell you is that a while back I ran across that first "Seriously blessed" blog and in my defense I only vaguely glanced at a few posts quickly, but guess what I didn't know it was satire. Hahahahahahahahahahahah :) Love you.
I'm just going to pick up on that last part and complain about visiting teaching. Visiting teaching is so overrated!!! Can't I just be your friend on my own time when I feel like it without all the associated guilt? I'm crappy right there with ya!
You all make me laugh in your support of my crappy day. I knew I could count on you! And does anyone believe for a moment that Rachel EVER has a bad day as a parent? Look at me with my all caps. That wasn't satire was it?
And I think the best visiting teacher is the one that comes over and teaches your daughter how to dress because you asked her to do that instead of a spiritual lesson that you probably could use, but looking at your daughter in the morning after she has dressed herself and not wanting to pull your hair out and scream at the top of your lungs to not wear a pink striped shirt with a red plaid bandana in her hair really does take president some days. Yah, yah...I'm sure that if I read my scriptures faithfully and held FHE every week that my daughters clothing challenges would be overcome.
And I have a whole blog post in my head on why we get to complain as mothers and wives and our fore-mothers didn't. (Is foremothers a word, or am I being a feminist?)
I actually have a 3/4 done post on how I think would be a helpful way to complain. And guess what I showed D. the satire blogs and he said, "That's not satire, that's just mean." He refuses to read it. Hmm...
P.S. I've been giggling about the last part of April's comment since I read it.
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