Tsunami in Texas

2011 has not started off right for me. New Year's Eve should have clued me into that one with how suck-tastic it was. My husband falls asleep and wont wake up. I get mad and fall asleep at 10:45 thus waking him up. He saw it to midnight, me not so much. First year I have never seen the ball drop ever. This should have been my "here's your sign" moment but I had high hopes for 2011. I still do, it's just I'm a perpetual pessimistic  because frankly not a whole lot of great things happen for Mark and I. We are not handed anything. I can honestly say we have worked our asses off for every single accomplishment and item we own and call ours. Mommy and Daddy haven't given us anything, opportunities of a lifetime have never presented themselves to us and yet we have created ourselves a pretty good destiny and are stronger than most who have been through the hell we have. Neither one of us went to a fancy college or waited until we were the perfect age to get married and have the perfect cookie cutter wedding, hell we ate little smokies at our shindig and I wouldn't have it any other way. So I will  take this tsunami of crud coming my way because at this point, I know it will work itself out somehow and we will come out on the good end. Karma will not bitch slap us in the face unlike some that I know. So I will raise a glass to my defected dryer, dead car battery and possible broken or damaged ribs and the adorable little gut I'm developing currently from pms eating because crying like a little bitch wont solve anything. Not for this gal. Oh and if when you get done reading this, please go read my friend Amy's blog, she too has real issues and a real life. Happy Wednesday everyone!