Less than a week to go. Don't lose your head!

Geez, the holiday rush is wearing me down!!!!! I thought the ominous pic of this Stryker would correctly emphasis how I feel. No? Well, you can feel in your own emotion.

So as the days speed closer to 25 December, shoppers get less and less common sense. Since these are the procrastinators of the holiday, they assume that their lack of planning is some emergency in my world. I keep telling myself "think slow and move quick." Seems to be working. I have only been stressed out just a little. I giggle when I think of these poor people who are screaming, demanding, and or crying because Christmas is just next week and they could really use my undivided attention. The crazy thing is there are two others squawking the same song at me at the same time. Even as I'm taking a piss, women are in the bathroom asking me questions about our inventory. Come on. Some places are just sacred and are protected from consumer irrational shopping ignorance and blunders. Really. For that 45 seconds. I really could give two shits.

So the shoppers keep on. Grab every item in the store whether it is a good idea or just to satisfy some weird gift giving fetish. I mean really, who wants a mini kit of leprechauns? I think we are a couple of holidays off. Trust me. We are just gonna get more for St. Patty's Day. You don't have to stock up now.

We are beginning week three on the bathroom project. At this point, the contractor doing the work shows up for an evening therapy session, and not to work on our bathroom. Hubby is actually cutting sheet rock right now. The bathroom guy's new issue is his Aunt is in the hospital. She has emphysema and is not expected to make it through the night. Of course, this is a legitimate reason not to be of sound mind. But, the man has found a reason to burst into tears every time he has come over. I know it's bad of me not to feel sympathy or at least empathy, but his constant lack of work has just made me bitter and turned me off of his emotional issues/pity parties. So hopeful we will have our bathroom done some time this century. At least I hope.

I just finished reading Katie Mac Alister's, You Slay Me. I read a book from her while I was in Iraq and it was so good, I read it 2 more times. Granted, this is total brain candy. Demons, dragons, magic, and lots of hot sticky sex. Total brain candy for the over and under sexed woman. I mean seriously, me skivvies are totally soaked. Not an award winner unless you count the "Horny Chic" awards. So, buy it for your nympho female friends! :)

Other than a few other complaints about my farty cats, I got nothing. So I'm gonna close out with something good.

Yokai

I returned and saw under the sun that--

The race is not to the swift,
Nor the battle to the strong,
Nor bread to the wise,
Nor riches to men of understanding,
Nor favor to men of skill;
But time and chance happen to them all.

Ecclesiastes 9:11

And one more for the road:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bloodgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.

Invictus
William Ernest Henley
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invictus)

Yokai