*Frustrations*

Sorry this a fuming blog enrty, but I have to let it out somewhere. Have you ever had one of those days that life is just a tard in a bucket. Well today was one of those days for me. To start with I was tired this morning but had to go to swim. I know my fault I should have gone to bed earlier, my sister already told me that. Swim practice was alright and when I came home I was good for about the first thirty minutes. Than my sister, who was over for the day, wanted to bath all three dogs, guess who got to me, right me. Mainly I just had to brush them and hold them down to have their nails clipped. Now I'm okay brushing my dog because one she likes being brushed and two she is very obedient. But then there is my sister's dog and my brother's dog. Bouncer, my brother's dog, is okay; you have to force him by lifting or shoving to get him to do anything but he will let you move him. But my sister's dog is the biggest tard in the world. She won't come or sit or obey in any way what so ever, she only obeys my sister, even then she sometimes doesn't obey. So you have to force and tackle her in order to get her done and to stay still to brush. Than getting her down to cut her nails is near impossible. I will lay on top of her with her head covered and under my arms while I hold her leg while my sister tries to cut her nails. Luckily I didn't have to try and bath the last two because I might have died.

After that I had to take care of the jars. Last night we clean out half of the storage room and there was a load of bad food that had either had not sealed right or was just plain old, well old. So I got to empty them all out in the garden to day. That was the most rancid, grossest thing ever. There was old tomato juice and paste that was just about enough to be considered lethal. There was also this old slimy gross, practically alive jam that I had to pry from the jar. It was gross. There was also the task of just getting the lids off the jars. That was a job and a half, I swear those lids were glued on with super glue or something. They had to sit in boiling hot water for ten minutes before they were loosened enough for me to pry off.

Than came my next task, this is what really kicked my can for today. My dear loving sister held the 'I scrached your back, now you scratch mine' over me today. For Sadie's, which I was forced into going to anyway, my sister made us shaker dresses for the theme. I thanked her and said that I would wash her car for her as labor payment. Well apparently I said I would wash her car four time, I thought I said two, but what do I know. So I had already done it two times and now she wanted me to wash this old piece of junk truck that her husband is wanting to sell now, after he fixes the engine a bit. Bear in mind that the truck use to be some construction guy's work truck so I'm not exaggerating when I say it was a mess worthy of just being burned for I thought it beyond repair. As I said my sister wanted me to clean it, just the inside:). That was torture, there was dirt for the dirt, like an empire of dirt. I scrubbed half of a tiny cab for an hour, and there was still dirt every where. After a I had done all that I could I just gave up, it was a futile effort. Not to mention that the truck was possessed. The passenger door kept closing even though I opened it and it would stay open for about two minutes, than with out prompting it would just shut. Once when it shut my hips were it the way and it shut with quite a force, now I have aching bruised hips. Just my luck.

All of this may not have been half as bad if I was just not having one of those crapy days, when you feel like crap, look like crap, and everything just seems like crap. Just one of those days.