Tuesday, December 23, 2008

cranky, cantankerous, and cynical

my mood.

and it's not pretty.

I was unaware that the c's behind my name (my professional designation) would eventually refer to the above.

I am in serious need of an attitude adjustment.

My husband is seriously hard to get along with. If this man doesn't go back to work soon, I may have to find him a job myself. Not to mention how delicate my job situation appears. . .

There's a so-called medical professional (I'm sure he was once fired from Wal-Mart's health clinics.), who insists upon getting his way when the patient, the insurance company, and the professional (me) insist he doesn't need or qualify for services. . .

And now it's raining and very cold. . .Y'all know I don't like cold weather.

so, what's new with you? Please make me laugh.

Have you heard the one about the two men who crash their plane on a deserted island? The first guy just knows they're going to die. The second guy says to relax--they'll be fine, because he makes $100,000 a week. The first guy looks around, sees nothing to eat, and knows they will die. Again, the second guy says, "Relax. We'll be fine. I make $100,000 a week." The first guy is convinced they are going to die, and his companion is in serious denial. He looks around one more time. He sees no food, no water, and no shelter. The second guy says, "Man, I am not telling you again. I make $100,000 a week. I always tithe. My pastor will find us."

There you go. I've now offended 1/2 of you and the other 1/2 quit reading when I started whining. I appear to be over it now, but again, all laughs are greatly appreciated.


Mary said...

I'm sorry about your husband's job loss! That is so hard to deal with know, Jason was laid off when Alex was 1 month old. It gets better!

Here's a joke for you that a really elderly Irish woman told me while I tried not to blush:

A young couple on their wedding night were in their honeymoon suite.
As they were undressing for bed, the husband, a big burly man, tossed his trousers to his new bride and said: "Here, put these on."
She put them on and the waist was twice the size of her body.
"I can't wear your trousers," she said.
"That's right,'' said the husband, "and don't you ever forget it. I'm the one who wears the trousers in this relationship."
With that she flipped him her knickers and said: "Try these on."
He tried them on and found he could only get them on as far as his kneecaps.
"Hey," he said. ''I can't get into your knickers!"
She replied: "That's right... and that's the way it is going to stay until your attitude changes."

Debbie said...

You didn't offend me and I didn't stop reading. I just can't imagine the stress you are under. Loved your joke and Mary's too! I try to be funny most days when I post. Hope that helps!

steffj89 said...

ugghh...even though i know its the nature of the job i hate the laid off calls....lol
LOL @ the hard to get along with.....been there...
we are in the hospital and set to go home in the morning...yeah!!!!
Sawyer was born yesterday morning @ 7 am.

CC said...

I always wondered what our CCC's meant. ;)

And there are SO many jobs waiting for you here. If your job situation is delicate, just move here. That said, there are no other jobs in this region at all. None. So your husband will continue to look for a long, long time. Mine's been looking for 8 years! kidding. sorta.