the sheer absurdity of washing, rinsing and repeating…

before we begin, we need a few definitions as these words have been deliberately chosen.

Absurdity: living in a state that is utterly or obviously senseless, illogical, or untrue; contrary to all reason or common sense; laughably foolish or false: an absurd explanation. the quality or condition of existing in a meaningless and irrational world.

Sanity: free from mental derangement; having a sound, healthy mind: a sane person. having or showing reason, sound judgment, or good sense: sane advice.

Chinese Fire Drill: A Chinese fire drill is a gag performed by a vehicle’s occupants when stopped at a traffic light, especially when there is a need to change drivers or procure something from the trunk: Before the light changes to green, each occupant gets out, runs around the vehicle, and gets back inside (but not necessarily in their original seat). If one of the participants lags, the others may drive off without them. Figuratively, a Chinese fire drill is an act—especially, any large, ineffective, and chaotic exercise—by a group of individuals that accomplishes nothing.

Disgust: repugnance caused by something offensive; strong aversion: He left the room in disgust.

Perception: the act or faculty of apprehending by means of the senses or of the mind; cognition; understanding. immediate or intuitive recognition or appreciation, as of moral, psychological, or aesthetic qualities; insight; intuition; discernment: an artist of rare perception.

Breathe: to take air, oxygen, etc., into the lungs and expel it; inhale and exhale; respire. to pause, as for breath; take rest: How about giving me a chance to breathe? to live; exist: Hardly a man breathes who has not known great sorrow.

hi kiddies! let me reintroduce myself- i’m berit. once upon a time in a more-than-ordinary-life, i had a blog. that i used to love to write. to vent provide cheap therapy, balancing my little blonde-colored head and sanity.

Ahhh, sanity.

that was before spring and summer happened.  come to think of it, it’s really before 2011 happened. when i had time to blog.  when i had time to think. instead of just barely enough time to react. and fix.

i’ve been stuck in a chinese fire drill. for 8 long months. i just want out of the car for a second.

don’t get me wrong, i have a lot to say:

·        like expressing my love for the game of baseball but my frustration with a 4-team-league/15-game-schedule

·        or about my delightful-but-busy-as-hell trip to gulf shores aka #fnbeach trip.

·        i could write volumes on the amazing royal carribean cruise

·        or the depression and utter disgust i felt when i lost close, close friends at work due to reengineering.

·        oh yea, we got a new pet. after the old one died.

·        the battleship vs the private island

·        that ONE DELTA gate attendant in Little Rock

·        the ignorance of tax-free weekend

·        the irony of the many, many snow days balanced against the many, many 100°+ days

·        or the entire air conditioning debacle which, at press time, is still ongoing.

the things have probably done a whole lotta something worthy ( i know of at least 2 sales held), but i can barely tweet about them- let alone write a entire expositions on them. i know i still owe you lovelies a blog or two about christmas, disney trip, the big cleaning out weekend of 2011. i owe you a thought or two on the debt crisis, the space shuttle program, the holy triad of LHHS that were my english teachers, my love of pandora radio, the japanese earthquakes and social media, my very first live RAW attendance and the passing of elizabeth taylor. i have at least a 60 or so pics on my phone camera/camera phone to share.

since 1/1/11 (look, number alliteration), i’ve been struggling just to survive. the struggles. the injustices. the living- with both my family and my job. not in a ‘gonna-end-it-all-kind-of-way’, but in a “wtf- are you kidding me kind of way”.  nothing is ever complete and it seems that I’m always losing something, time mostly. when I do finally get something done, there are stacks and stacks of things toppling around me.

between what i perceive (and that’s the key thing here- perception) to be catastrophes and my own loss of control over such maladies, i have been emotionally and cerebrally drowning—there are no spreadsheets, no orderly bins in which to classify/identify/rectify all the thoughts racing in my head.

i’ve been officially tired for 8 months, 12 days, and 14 hours.

so, instead of crying- which there isn’t enough time in the schedule to allow for, i’m just gonna breathe…

breathe…

breathe…

and start all over on here.

mkay?

so in honor of this, here’s one of my favorite 80′s bands: its really about the words…

(no pity allowed in the comments either, folks- the pity party is officially over)

link to lyrics

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