“The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
― Hunter S. Thompson
“Looks like what drives me crazy
Don’t have no effect on you–
But I’m gonna keep on at it
Till it drives you crazy, too.”
― Langston Hughes
Is life driving you crazy?
Does it sometimes make you want to cry…
Have you worried that maybe the craziness is driving you to drink…
Or maybe it’s really getting to you and now you’re simply all steamed up…
Or are you feeling out of sorts as it’s making you resort to erratic behavior…
Do you wish you could just flush it, or even yourself, all very far away?
Or maybe you’re simply feeling a mess thinking you’re finally all washed up…
When life is proving impossible and you’re convinced you’re going crazy
When circumstances astound you and reality has become all too hazy….
When you’ve gotten overwhelmed, leaving youself feeling only sad and blue
As circumstance and others have turned their wrath on poor ol little you….
It’s time to ask for God’s endless Mercy and His good and gracious Grace
as you now find yourself letting go, putting on once agin, a smiling happy face…
All images are of Gloria the Dammit Doll—she has been sorely tried and tested as of late….
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Loved this ! Made me smile.
Just this morning, I took some milk out of the fridge for my coffee, a few minutes later I’m looking all over the kitchen for the milk. How could I have lost the milk?
I opened the fridge to see it in its original spot. Who put it there? Either there was a ghost in my kitchen or I never took the milk out at all. It was the freakiest thing ever. Then, of course, I had to wonder if I was going crazy! Then I remembered all those times I made fun of my parents when stuff like this happened to them. All of a sudden it was no longer a joke as the joke was now on me. 😦
Thanks for the smile. Have a great day 🌷
I’m glad to have given you a bit of cheer—I certainly don’t mind taking one for the team 🙂
😀
Hope things settle on your end soon. It certainly helps when we can call on God for help so He may help us see the lighter side of things. Keep sharing those smiles. 🌷
Oh Julie, I didn’t realize that the name of your dammit doll is Gloria!! How apropos! This did give me a smile today but I think of the pain that is behind all of this for you. Blessings and prayers.
How odd that you missed that name 😉
When Gregory got in last evening, he saw the dammit doll sitting on the table…I usually keep her in the car…and he asked “what is Gloria doing in the kitchen” as he picked her up and whacked her against the counter top—as it had been one of those days… as the weekend had been equally trying—I couldn’t even slip away to Savannah for the weekend without all hell breaking loose.
So for now, I’m finding the humor otherwise I’d be the one flushed down the toilet 🙂
Just amazing! Thanks for lifting our spirits!
Gloria is a star! Love the onion pic. Very witty! 😀
One Gloria is a star while the other is going to be the death of me 🙂
I hope you’re clear on which is which! 😉
yes…as it has crossed my mind on many occasion to introduce the two… as I whack the one upon the other’s head 🙂
😂😂😂
I love this post Julie. Thank you for brightening my morning. Love Jenna ❤
just for you Jenna 🙂
Oh my gosh. I know it isn’t funny and it’s taking you to the outer limits of your sanity, but these photos of Gloria and your commentary are hilarious! And then I love that Gregory came in and whacked the crap out of her too. I am somewhat concerned however that instead of being in the passenger seat of your car, she’s behind the wheel. Hope there’s not some Freudian message in that. If I were you, the doll would be with be EVERYWHERE I went and would be whacked at the drop of a hat when the urge to do so overcame me. Perhaps, I need to find you another one to name for Mr. Mole. I so wish I could help in some way. I know in part how hard this is and can guess at the rest of the overwhelming enormity of it. Hang in there missy! I couldn’t get by without you and don’t even want to try. Love and hugs, N 😱😹🍷🍹🍺🛀🚽💤
No—we’ve got to laugh…If I couldn’t I’d have no recourse but to jump off the cliff that both Mr Mole and Mrs Loon have driven me to—-dad makes it hard…his inability to be a man delighting in being a little boy as he recently told me. With me telling him right fast that I need a dad not another child—then Mrs Loon with her hatefulness and mean spirit—one she admits to and relishes is simply asinine—still refusing to adhere to all doctor recommendations—even calling her son an idiot for trying to help her—-there were glaring reasons why they never should have married but dad was living out a high school date that never happened after having been stood up—the things that motivate some of us to do things, especially later in life when we should actually know better… those which are only harmful, often amaze me—more in an email…
Oh you are so right about that! When we can no longer laugh, we can no longer hang in there in the world of madness all around us. I just can’t believe that Mrs. Loon is behaving like that and that your dad is okay with it all. Perhaps if they feel that way you should just back off and let him handle it all himself, at least for a while, and maybe he’ll get it. What they are doing is just so unfair to you and everyone else around them. And doctors can refuse to continue treating people who won’t follow their prescribed meds and behaviors. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything like this, and I’m just so very sorry that it’s happening to you. So wish I could help in some way. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤