Nothing is really wrong. And nothing is really fantastic. It is January.
One day the weather is cold - like 40ish. The next day it is 70 degrees and 180% humidity. The sidewalks "sweat" when it is like that. And my hair frizzes worse than normal. I have to check weather.com in the morning to know how to dress. In between changes, it is stormy.
I just tried to upload an image to my sidebar, but I was told my picture storage with Picassa Web Albums was full. Sigh. Someone told me good things about Picassa a while back, so I installed it on my computer. I have yet to really figure out how to deal with it. I think I probably have multiple copies of picture (unintentionally), and for the life of me, I can't figure out how to delete a picture in Picassa. Oh well. It's not a problem that bothers me enough to spend much time trying to solve it.
It was an image about opposing the contraception mandate that Obama and his cronies are trying to shove down our throats. I have just SO had enough of them. I never liked them to begin with. I could only listen to his
It has been six weeks since I have had a paycheck. That is making me grouchy. We get paid on the last work day of the month. I am counting the days. And trying to make the little bit of gas in my tank stretch.
Things at school. Should I even go there? A fifth grader bought marijuana at school from another fifth grader a few weeks ago. He had buyer's remorse and tried to get a refund, but I guess he didn't have his receipt! An eighth grader stabbing another student (one of his friends) with a hair pick over a basketball game. It could have been so much worse than it was. [Sigh]. Paperwork. Kids that never, ever have a pencil. No matter if you give them one every day. Ditto for paper. It wears on you after a while to have to constantly fight the little things. And then the big things happen.
It is Ordinary Time in the church. I am feeling kind of ordinary myself.
We had altar server training last weekend - for new altar servers. It has been in the bulletin for 3 weeks, and the good Father has announced it the past two after every Mass. I had one child show up. [Sigh] Uno. Thank goodness for him, because for a little while I was afraid there would be no one. God sends what we need, right?
Is January giving you the mid-winter blues?