Too many monkeys on my back

Well I guess if I didn't complain, I wouldn't be left with much to say. The fact is that
I just have too many bad things hitting me from all angles and I am sick, sick, SICK
of it all. It turns out my mammo situation is still not settled and my tenant is not
paying her rent. I had 2 deals fall through with new tenants and now finally have
a deal that looks like it will work(if a moving van shows up on the 15th, I guess it's
a go). I am still so behind around the house and just this week paid a very heavy
price(literally) for that. Tim called me a little after 5 pm the other day and had
just been pulled over in a police trap. It seems I misplaced the registration for his
work truck and it was 3 days past the expiration date. Tim got 2 tickets. Unfortunately,
the one ticket involved weighing the truck and you get charged by your weight for being
over the registered amount(which is 0 when you are unregistered). The 2 tickets together
will cost $1284.00. Merry X-mas from the NJ county police dept. Yippee! I went upstairs to
my room and just cried. I am so mad at myself. Here is my husband working and doing things
he should not be doing in his condition and I can't even hold up my end of the deal. Then we have
our tenant who apparantly thinks there's nothing wrong with jetting off to Disneyworld
while letting us support her and her kids. I am trying to find my grateful side. It's not that
we don't have the money, it's the principal of the thing. Many people who live in this area
and don't like it feel that there really are many more jerks living in this metropolitan area
and that it is different when you move out of it. I always wonder if it's true. I suspect it is
but Tim always tells me there are #%&*@#!'s everywhere you go and since I seem to be
a magnet for them, I guess they'd find me no matter where I went. I try so hard to change
my outlook but when things keep happening one after the other, one does get a bit disgusted.
BUT TIM HAS NO M-SPIKE and I am gonna keep reminding myself of that over and over.
And SANTA'S coming for crying out loud!! It's time to be happy. It's just so hard to soar like
an eagle when you're surrounded by turkeys.
Dear Santa, SEND PROZAC