Crying happy tear
Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 3:46 am
Thursday was a day where I ripped the keyboard out of its socket to answer mother's bellow. It is a day of depression, bad news and fing shit from mother. We had to get the plumber and he wants 3000.
Friday was as bad and I am in pain while the heat is killing me. Then this post was eaten. I hate my birthday and depression gets bad then. My mother for years give me nothing for my birthday. Most are in a restaurant where they treat me better than my family and church and friends. It is worse that it is my 50th birthday. I did not make it to WDW for my 40th. I so wanted if not a month at WDW then a week in San Diego or some place and a party and a big to do. That will not happen with the city after us, major repairs to the house needed, winter stuff, and the car.
Thursday I got a package and mother had to had a ton of stress over who this stranger was and was I sure I knew him. I worried over the styrofoam that was close to becoming a snowstorm and I knew it was from a handsome sweet gentleman. I finally got it out and it is a Figment Bobblehead figurine with a smudge on the hip. Look closer and it is a heart but not as big as Wallaby's. Figment stands on the golf ball with that smile of his and his hands on his hips. Orange claws, wings, horn and tail tips which are on springs so they sort of move.
This morning was a bad one and I forced myself to look at Figment and think of the kindness of Wallaby and the good times I had at WDW. To think of the good times here and elsewhere. My sad, tired and depressed tears are now happy tears of joy and knowing I am loved and that there are really ice people out there like Wallaby.
Thank you big guy and hugs.
Laurie
Friday was as bad and I am in pain while the heat is killing me. Then this post was eaten. I hate my birthday and depression gets bad then. My mother for years give me nothing for my birthday. Most are in a restaurant where they treat me better than my family and church and friends. It is worse that it is my 50th birthday. I did not make it to WDW for my 40th. I so wanted if not a month at WDW then a week in San Diego or some place and a party and a big to do. That will not happen with the city after us, major repairs to the house needed, winter stuff, and the car.
Thursday I got a package and mother had to had a ton of stress over who this stranger was and was I sure I knew him. I worried over the styrofoam that was close to becoming a snowstorm and I knew it was from a handsome sweet gentleman. I finally got it out and it is a Figment Bobblehead figurine with a smudge on the hip. Look closer and it is a heart but not as big as Wallaby's. Figment stands on the golf ball with that smile of his and his hands on his hips. Orange claws, wings, horn and tail tips which are on springs so they sort of move.
This morning was a bad one and I forced myself to look at Figment and think of the kindness of Wallaby and the good times I had at WDW. To think of the good times here and elsewhere. My sad, tired and depressed tears are now happy tears of joy and knowing I am loved and that there are really ice people out there like Wallaby.
Thank you big guy and hugs.
Laurie