Far too many things have gotten to me lately.
Most of the stuff I can do nothing about...
but still....it is getting to me.
I realize I have very little personal bandwidth available. I got a lot going on. Three people whom I love very dearly are lined up on the tarmac getting ready to take off into the next life. I can't find the type of job that ignites my interest...truth of the matter, I don't even know what it would be. Someone I care about has gotten so caught up in their hurt...and their fear of hurt....that they have become detrimental. And while I encouraged and enabled them to go...both my girls are immersing themselves in the language and culture of Mexico....for FIVE weeks.
I need to vent every now and then...well...maybe more often than that. For the next few weeks...randomly...off and on...I'm gonna use this little weblog as an outlet for my outrage and create a series of posts I fondly think of as:
Not wanting to constantly offend my gentle readers (and 'cause WTF strikes me as wimpy) ...I oh-so-cleverly revert to pilot-speak:
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
the color scheme is no accident...or Independence Day theme...a lot of what is ticking me off has to do with the country, our politics and the presidential elections....et cetera.
My readers are a vastly different lot...and rather intelligent.
Perhaps it will get interesting...
(I just know The Teamster read the title and thought: "cool....if I buy her a Jack or two....we can go dancing this weekend..." )