the life and times of sherrena by sherrena

So I haven’t felt much like writing anything down in awhile...…I do have a lot to tell… My son, grand son and little brother came to visit me for New Years! It was WONDERFUL! Considering my Christmas was shitty as hell. Why do you ask? Well that would be because the husband invited his friend over for the holiday. Normally that’s the right thing to do when you know a friend of yours will be spending Christmas alone…. You know, invite him over for Christmas dinner or something like that…. But the husband went all out and invited him for the 2 WEEKS BEFORE dinner was even cooked! He did all his shopping with him instead of me and they got loaded every night. The husband on beer and the friend on beer and medicine he was abusing that the doctor gave him. It was PATHETIC! His wife left him ( you might recall in a past episode of my life) so he decides to invite her over to our place to give her a gift, remember he’s a guest too, and they proceeded to get in to one of the biggest knock down drag out fights I seen in a long time. NO blows of course but that was all it lacked. She through her egg nog in his face and it splashed on the tiny, ugly, Charlie brown looking Christmas tree the husband picked out this year. (Leave it to him to find the ugliest tree on the freaking LOT!) I looked at the tree and then at the husband… he was looking at me trying NOT to look at them… They stood in front of one another not saying a word… him with egg nog dripping off his chin and her with a look of rage on her face… I saw the husband wasn’t planning on saying anything any time soon so I asked "egg nog splash" if she wanted a ride home… She did and I got my keys and had never been so glad to get ride of someone in my life… On the way back to where she lived she told me how great a friend I was to her and yada, yada, ya and she hoped I liked the present she gave me… (It had been a little card with a bible verse on it for someone with the name “Sierra” …..She thought that was my name. Come on now! How could some one get Sherrena mixed up with Sierra? No matter though… I liked the verse anyway.

So the husband picked out a tree this year that made me yell at him for about 30 minuets. I TOLD him…. Not to big.... Not to small…. Regular size. It was so small that every ornament we had accept the bells where to big. I wanted to choke’im out. Me and Bunny hung all the little bells on it. She had no trouble reaching the top to put the star on… I was gritting my teeth together waiting for her to get finished and go play so I could scream at the husband again…..until she stepped back and looked at it and said…. That’s beautiful. And then As Bing Crosby sang Christmas songs on satellite radio…. the ice in my heart melted and I saw the little tree with the little bells all over it through her eyes…. And it was pretty… The little twinkling white lights and the silver tinsel with the little silver bells…. I didn’t want to risk loosing the feeling so I opted NOT to look over at the husband… Have you ever tried to put a tricycle together with a butter knife and a can opener? I don’t recommend it. I finely realized that I was not the person for this job. Why can’t things be easer to put together?! Not everyone’s a Rocket scientist…. Or a toy maker.

I was hoping that this New Year would bring me a little lift…. But I found out a few days ago that a woman I use to know, who was the same age as me and LOOKED like she was in good health died on New Years Eve from congestive heart failure. She developed a cough…. A cough?…. I have a cough… Could I BE NEXT?!….

So….. I’ve been horribly depressed….My family made me feel a little better so I have decided that I want to move back to Texas. I’m just way to lonely here and I miss them all way to much… and why should I give up my father and brothers and children and grand child so that the husband can be near his ONE child? She doesn’t even love him! And there money grubbers. ANYWAY….. I got a real estate agent in Texas and I plan on moving back. Just as soon as this place sells…. And who knows when that will be because the real estate agent we have here to sell this house is a moron.

I don’t know about you , but for me…. It’s not often that I know the exact person who made me sick… you know….gave me the flu or a bad cold…. Mostly just some passing person or the lady at the check out line who has to keep working any way even though she has a fever… and you never even give her a second look to even see that she’s sick… so you go on home and incubate your germs and their born into a full blown sickness that you wish upon anyone else but you…. It so happens I know who gave me the flu… and yes I hate them now. If you haven’t had the flu in a long time then you might be thinking I’m being a bit dramatic and taking It a little far…. But those of you that have had it recently....well, you know where I’m coming from….