Anger Issue

By Annie

OK – here it is … dad’s really been bugging me to write my article.  But, I’m not really all that excited about sharing my thoughts, ideas, etc. with just anybody.  But I do want to make dad happy, well … most of the time ...

Dad says we’re a team.  I disagree.  I say we’re a league.  Don’t you see, the current structure has us playing AGAINST one another – not WITH one another.  And I personally don’t see not one thing at all wrong with that!  Just don’t insult us and call us a team!??  Sure, most of us like each other and are more than willing to help each other out – as long as WE are Winning© (Charlie Sheen gets full credit for that one!)  But, when the Team that we help out doesn’t really seem to be helping themselves; and then gets credit for OUR help (i.e. – makes the Super Bowl, and we don’t even make the playoffs) … it just kind of ticks a girl off.  And justifiably so, don’t you think?

Yeah – so ok, I’ve got a bit of an anger issue.  Sorry – You’ll just have to get over it!  I was a pretty happy go lucky kind of a gal until I got an impacted colon.  It kind of made me reevaluate some issues.  I still love my brother, Roo, and sisters (well, mostly my brother) and … oh yeah, mom and dad too!  Anyway, there’s been a lot of turmoil lately … and I figure that it’s better to hunker down and take care of numero uno!  After all, like dad says, “If you don’t take care of you, who will?”  Now, I understand that we all have one or two folks that we can count on through thick and thin (and Bubba and dad are mine) – but hey, if I lose one of them … I’m down 50% and it will feel like my whole world is tumbling down.  Shortages, rationing, sharing … yeah, I imagine that I’ll get the short end of all of that.  Again!  (Ain’t it funny how life can repeat itself??!!).  That’s why I’ve become the *BIOTCH* dog and I fight all of the others off all food (even Bubba), even though I know that there is more than enough for everyone.  I’ve got to take care of me!  To heck with everyone else – no one cares about me … why should I care about them!!!???!!!!!  I think that I’ll just hunker down and fire back until I run out of ammo!

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OK, I took dad’s advice and I rethought my article after a few days – I’ve vented … I’ve also visited with some fine friends and folks … ok – maybe I’ll be willing to help my siblings with no conditions.  If I end up getting the small end of the feed trough – I guess it was just meant to be that way anyhow (not that that would be new to me!)  I think that this is one of those “Big Things” that Bubba talked about in his article … not much I can do when they come gunning is there?  All I can do, is to make the best of the situation before they come gunning and maybe they’ll realize that they’ve got a pretty good hand here and will pass me on by.  Then, if they do come, I also need to remember that they always seem to have more ammo than I do!  But remember, as great-mom (that’s dad’s mom) used to say, “You can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar." [i]

I really do wish everyone the best … and if I can help, please call … but you better stay clear of my food bowl.

Remember, as said by Buchholz and Roth …

“Wearing the same shirts doesn't make you a team.”