Cynthia Kay...snapped

So, y’all know my mama is crazy, right? Before I get into this, I would just like to say that my sister and I are all-the-time using the term “I will cutttt you.”

Well, the other night we were driving up to the new Murphy gas station when she had a bit of road rage…Well imagine my surprise when my mild-mannered mama says “I’ll cut out your liver” when someone cut in front of her. Now, mind you, she only said this in the car, and only I heard her…but OMG. I was thinking, “Dang, I think Rheba and I have rubbed off on her a little bit.” Then she mumbles, “I think I’ve watched too many episodes of ‘Snapped’ today.” Umm…yeah, I think you have. LOL.

Photos By Amanda Cannon

If y'all will remember my "Mid-twenties meltdown list" post, I had mentioned having my pictures taken. I have only ever had a handful of pictures that I actually like of myself. Well, I had my photo shoot with Amanda Cannon yesterday. She's such a sweetheart, and had great patience with me (as I'm SO not good with all this stuff). Here are a few of the photos. It's odd that I'm saying this about a picture of myself, but I think she did a wonderful job. :)

I was so mad

The title of this post is based on the Little Critter book that I loved as a child.

Have you ever had one of those mornings where you wake up with the desire to give everyone you encounter that day the finger? A day where a little rain cloud seemed to hover above you? A day when you play Mahjong Titans or Solitaire a million times and you lose every single game? A day where each time the front door dings because a customer is walking in, you have the desire throw something at them and say “for the love of Pete, do you REALLY have to come in today?” Today was most certainly one of those days for me. Whether it be that it was a typical Tuesday at the Journal, or because I just felt like crap all day, today was a horrible, horrrrrible day. I have wanted nothing more than to just come home and lay in the fetal position on my bed until a new day dawned. Sadly, my wish was not granted.

People are irritating me. My dogs are irritating me. Inanimate objects are irritating me. :) I need to get out of this town, and soon. I need a vacation, or I think my head is going to just pop off. Or I’m going to turn into one big mass of hives. OR I’m going to become “Crazy Aleta,” the woman that walks down the street talking to herself only stopping occasionally to bang her head into a light pole :) The prospects are grim, I tell you, grim.