F U Shoes
Yeah, that's what she said - well, actually it's what I said.
I am trying to find a way to stay afloat - mentally. Struggling to find a way to deal with shady people - walking a fine line of when to speak up and when not to. The first half of my day was spent dropping the f bomb multiple times - there are times in my life when it is the perfect adjective, today was one of them. The second half of my day I got to the point that I just needed to laugh at the stupidity or as my husband would say, I was going to snap into a slim jim.
While at work the system I was working in, was continuously timing out and then kicking me out all together - this lasted for the last two hours of my day. I finally got to the point that I was cracking up laughing each time it happened - and then laughing even harder when I had to send "the email" to report it back to IT. I found myself giggling and hoping it would happen again so I could bombard them with another email - because there was nothing they could do about it and couldn't tell me to stop sending the messages. I sent them 15 emails in two hours, it was lovely. Maybe now they will get a slight idea of how annoying this system truly is. I know it's not very nice of me, but they have refused to listen over the past few months - so maybe they will hear me now.
My evening has been a nice one. My daughter and I sat on the couch playing our own version of Apples to Apples. We laughed and made funny faces at each other as we played our cards. It was nice. She talked about her chicken that was killed yesterday, but she was able to talk about it without crying and even made a few things as a memorial to Peepers.
Than my F U mentality came back out after a phone call with my mom - at least initially. Now, the F U was in no way directed at mother - but instead at the jerk offs that broke into her house a few months back and stole numerous valuable and irreplaceable items - including my birth grandmother's pure silver silverware set. My birth grandmother died when my mom was only 9 years old - so none of us kids or great grand kids had the chance to meet her. The only items my mom had of her mother's was the silverware and her diamond ring - which my mom was married with and she passed onto me and I was married with it as well. My mom found out yesterday the value of the set - which was more than any of us could have imagined. But what is currently even more devastating is that the silver was not adequately insured and my mother will only receive 1/5 of it's value. I hope karma comes back and kicks those slimy individuals in their asses.
Now the time with my daughter was my silver lining of my evening, the plan that my mother shared with me on how to "heal" from this robbery of her mother's silver made it even better. The people who robbed them did not take the knives, as they were not full silver. There were twelve knives. My mom is planning on putting them into shadow boxes. Shadow boxes that will each contain a knife and other references to my grandmother. She is then planning on giving one to me, my brother, my son, my daughter, my three nieces, my three cousins (my mom's nephews) and my one cousin's daughter - one remaining for my mom to keep for herself. This way each of us has a piece of my grandmother that we can display in each of our homes. I think my mom's idea is a wonderful one and one that we can all share in keeping my grandmother's memory alive.
"We will either find a way, or make one"
Hannibal
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