Cranky

My friend wrote to me after reading my last post.  She only reads my blog when she gets bored at work, so I know she truly does love me.

"I can see the crazy factor rising a little Helgs!"  End quote.  Yep... she calls me Helgs (a friend from almost ten years ago now) and yep, what she said kind of describes my life perfectly.  Dal will attest to that.  I am certain if he wasn't so nice he'd have disappeared some months ago now.

I am all sorts of crazy, but mostly I feel just cranky.  And so when I think that it is time I really should update my blog, all I can think of is cranky things to talk about.  For example I would really like to complain about birthdays or tell you of my eternal hatred for my hairdresser or vent about the seemingly lack of discipline that occurs in Primary every week (let me clarify - the Presidency is wonderful... it's the teachers that seem to be scared to tell their class to "shoosh!").  I really don't want to write all that stuff down because I don't want to seem stuck in the mire, although I am.  And I don't want to seem petty, although I am.  And worst of all, I don't want someone to be offended by my crankiness, although I'm sure my hormones have already offended more people in my life than I care to think about.

I skyped with my mum for over an hour yesterday... mostly complaining.  Then I made her cry.  I guess I just had too many stupid/petty problems for one person to handle.  Actually... she cried because she's got a husband who is just as much a nut job as me.  Thankfully he can't get pregnant... so we are all safe from that beast (hi Dad!).

I think, though, that if I did start writing all my thoughts, all that would end up happening is a full public meltdown a la Charlie Sheen style (maybe not so drastic, but it wouldn't be pretty).

So instead of documenting my mental decline, I thought I'd finally share with you the story of how Dal and I met.  I think I've given you bits and pieces here and there, but never the full story.  I think this is a good idea because so many of the famous bloggers have already done it and I am all about riding a fad until it's been flogged to death.  Also, my newest follower suggested something similar while commenting on one of my old posts.

I'm just hoping that it doesn't end up being the crankiest love story ever told.