I think that today quantifies as a completely SHITTY DAY.

In fact, I do declare that a primal scream in the terms of FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK are in order. Why? Here's why:


~ I've been getting sick every night over the last 4-5 days. I stayed home from work on Wednesday because I woke up feeling the same way. My doctor thinks that it's stress from the last few months finally catching up with me. Did I mention that my hair is falling out? Yeah. I'm 31. Rock on.


~ I went to work today even though I still felt like complete shit. Nauseaus, cannot eat, tired, no drive...


~ I got my feelings hurt in the late AM which really upset me. I was already not at 100% when I walked in the door and that just knocked it down several notches.


~ About 10 minutes later, I found out that I was NOT accepted to the Nursing program that I applied to. That put me over the edge. I went to lunch with tears in my eyes. Thankfully my new found "cousin" came with me and we shared a bowl of tortilla chips and salsa while she listed to me vent. Love her.


~ Decided mid-afternoon that I refuse to let my feelings get hurt like this anymore and that I will truck on regardless.


~ I then logged on to my local community college's website and registered for a class in the Fall. The Nursing Program director told me that I had a great application and very good essays but that because I got a "C" in General Psychology back in 19-fucking-96, my prerequisite GPA wasn't high enough to be accepted. She told me to retake the General Psych course there and maybe get another prereq or two in so that when I reapply in January, my prereq GPA will be higher. I can take classes at the community college for over $200 less per credit than I would at this other school so I'm all for it. PLUS, I can take the General Psych class online! My work will also help pay for school, as measely as the amount is. Any amount helps at this point.


~ When I left work at 5:00, I was feeling a little bit better and even managed a smile when I said goodbye to my coworkers. I got in my car and made a phone call as I headed towards home. About two miles from work, I heard a giant BOOM and then was sprayed with something. I thought I hit someone and my windows shattered or something.


Nope.


That 12-pack of Diet Cherry Coke that was sitting in the backseat tried to KILL ME!! Two of the cans just fuckin' EXPLODED and showered my ENTIRE VEHICLE with Diet Cherry Coke. It was EVERYWHERE. At this point I was either going to scream and cry or just laugh.


So I laughed. I laughed my ASS OFF while waiting at a stoplight. I laughed as I wiped pop off my windshield with a sweatshirt that I had in my backseat. I laughed as I realized the back of my head was covered in Diet Cherry Coke. I laughed as I realized my WHITE SHIRT had a great spatter of pop on the back of it. I continued to laugh as I pulled in to the gas station and carried a leaking 12 pack (now 10-pack) of pop from my car to the garbage while the father/son combo leaving the store just stared at me. I'm sure I was a sight, covered in pop and all.


I came home, picked up my babies and spent the evening outside with them. Amazing how little kid giggles can turn your day around.


I'm looking forward to my weekend more than anything right now. I just want to get through tomorrow with no drama, no arguments and no shitcan luck. I just want to show up to work, get through the day and start my weekend. It's going to be a relaxing one and I have a book or two I would like to get through as well.


Happy Friday!!! (God I hope so!!!)


~ xoxo ~


PS...I believe I hit my quota of "fucks" in this post and I shall challenge myself to not use the work "fuck" for the next week (again). Fuckin' good, eh? *wink* Starts NOW...


*muah*