I wanna pull my hair out, but I worked too hard to get it this long.

Can I just vent for a moment? Yes, I broke a salad spoon today.  Was it out of frustration? No.  Should it have been? Maybe.  The coleslaw I made was the first thing that let me attack it.

Let's be honest here.  We have all felt like this technicolor fella at some point in our lives, haven't we? 

I'll start with the simple.  My nail broke.  I like my nails, and after having had gel nails, I have been quite excited about getting them to their normal length once more.  Well, unfortunately, I still have like... a teensy tiny bit that still needs to grow out.  And then one broke.

On top of all that, as you may recall from my previous posting about being a health nut... dear readers, I AM. I DO NOT eat sugar, I don't eat any refined foods of any sort, I love vegetables, fresh fruits, whole grains and healthy fats.  I even love the heart healthy, great-for-your-skin salmon!! So then why, dear readers, WHY do I still get these little bitty "blemishes" (I don't know what else to call them - they aren't black heads or pimples... just annoying!) that randomly and inconveniently decide to pop up when they are so not welcome.  I chalk it up to hormones... or stress... or a combo.  But seriously.  This makes me want to become a zen yoga master.

Oh, and don't worry, I clean the house - THE WHOLE HOUSE - by myself.  I'm tired of not getting help.  Get up off of your rear ends, and clean up your CRAP!! I've resorted to grabbing everybody's stuff, putting it in a pile, and placing it in front of their doors so as they trip on it on their way in/out.  It worked effectively with one.

I know I need to go see a doctor, but I feel guilty because that costs money, and ... well I feel guilty! I don't want to show up and have there be "nothing wrong with me" and having paid out the nose just to have some specialist tell me something that won't make how I feel go away!  This, my dear readers, is a stupid thing of us women to do.  As we all know, when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.  And when mama ain't healthy, ... well, she probably ain't happy.  Don't worry, I will go to the doctor... soon.

To top it ALL off, I'm supposed to be going to Costa Rica in... something like 43 days.  Guess who still doesn't have a driver's license? Or a passport? Oh right, that would be me.  It's not for lack of trying.  Next step for me... social security office.  Done.  Wait two or three weeks? Done.  DMV time.  Make appointment - 2 weeks away.  Soonest I can get it.  Fine.  Show up.  Done.  Please wait 4-6 weeks for your new driver's license to come in the mail.  Serious? Oh wait, ma'am, this is certificate.  But it's the only one I have.  Yeah, well, it's wrong.  OK.... ? You need to get the full one.  Serious? *jab jab jabbing* AHHH!! K, fine, that's done.  STILL WAITING ON LICENSE.  Gee, sure hope it gets here in time.  Costa Rica, I shall think of you.  

I'll let you know if I ever get to go.

I promise the next post will be one of gratitude.

In the mean time I still feel a little like this ...