Tuesday, August 21, 2007

This is just turning out to be the most craptastic year since the last time I almost went into a coma. The truly most craptastic year was the year preceding the year I actually did go into a coma...10 years ago. Of course I know that saying the fated words, "Things can't possibly get worse," usually precedes things truly going in the toilet. So I'm not going to say that, since I have first hand experience in circling drains.

So, today I headed to K-town to my doctor's appointment. On the way out of my road, my wheels locked on the gravel and I clipped the rear of one of my neighbor's vehicles as I tried to get control of the frickin' jeep. So...no trip to K-town and the left front of the jeep is trashed. It could have been much worse. I just barely missed a big mimosa tree and a bank of mailboxes.

It's just been such a crappy year. Starting off with the death of my beloved Aegis, learning that I now had developed kidney disease, the well going dry and now this. I'm just really ready to have something wonderful to happen. But wishing for that is almost as bad as saying things can't get worse.

Yes, I'm a pessimist. But I come by that honestly.

Hey...anybody got some good food porn shots? I still got nothin' for Friday and would gladly entertain a guest blogger.

5 Comments:

  1. kazari_lu said...
    Oh Rosie!
    It seems like a bad month for all my bloggy friends.
    On the upside, if you'd like ryan made the most addictive cookies 2 days ago, and I have photo's - so I'll guest blog if you like.
    Audubon Ron said...
    Hey, sorry for the low spot in your life. May it be long and exciting.

    As for the Jeep, while waiting for Dr. Dent to tow your car to the body shop, let’s say we paint a number on the door, get a helmet and really have some fun with it?
    bonnie said...
    Sorry you're feeling bleah. With good cause. Wish I'd taken a picture of my last try at pernil asado, it came out well although I'm still working on finding the right balance of garlic & oregano & spices - basically I want it to taste like the yummy yummy stuff I used to get at El Brisas De Caribe, the little Cuban hole in the wall near my office that finally got priced out of Soho (I'm sure it'll be replaced by a Starbucks or a Gap, yawn). I'm not quite there but I'm in the ballpark.

    Here's one of the recipes I've been using - might make you laugh, too.

    Next time I think I'm going to try using some of the oregano that's volunteered in one of the flower beds at the club.

    Hope the week improves.
    Jbeeky said...
    I am sorry. I am sending good vibes your way for a quick upswing. I'd send you some shots of my recent dinners but I am afraid you would see the Trader Joe's label.....
    Anne Johnson said...
    I have never met an optimistic Appalachian. We never get enough rain on our dry old ground.

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