frustration

I am SERIOUSLY the worst girl ever....
This morning was a frustrating exercise in trying to find shoes to wear to ARnie and Becky's wedding that match the dress that my hubby picked out (mainly because i am incompetant with picking out any kind of dress other then a plain BLACK dress.). I found an "ok" set of shoes last night and bought then. However, i felt like i had to give DSW a chance.
Now, buying shoes for me has become an increasingly trecherous event as i have gotten older. It seems that with each of my 3 ankle surgeries, my left ankle/foot has morphed into a non-foot shaped object that fits into only aobut 1 percent of shoes out there. So not only was i looking for shoes to match my brown/gold dress (ad brown is totalyl out of season right now), i was lookign for shoes that a) FIT my mishapen foot and b) i could actually ambulate in.

Needless to say, i almost lost it in DSW. When i get frustrated, i pretty much get a "fuck you" attitude. If someone was in my brain (or trailing behind me, because im almost positive i was talking outloud to myself), this is what you would have heard:

- Fuck you Thais for having no sense of fashion and being a crappy girl
- Fuck you MArco for growing up with 4 woman and therefore being so good at picking out all of my clothing and thus rendering me out of practice for even attempting to be somewhat stylish
- Fuck you ankle doctor for my non-pretty, scarred up ankle
- Fuck you ankle for being such an assshole
- FUck you bunk bed at Drum Major academy for being so fucking high up
- Fuck you Lafeyette College for putting us in dorms that only had bunk beds
- Fuck you stupid ER doctors taht misdiagnosed my torn ligaments as a minor sprain, thus having me walk on torn ligaments for 3 months
- Fuck you trampoline for fucking up my fucking left ankle for the rest of my fucking life


soooo, basically at the end of my subconscious temper tantrum/schizophrenic break, i came to the conclusions that trampolines are the reason i am inept at picking out shoes....the moral of hte story is NEVER buy your child or let them use a trampoline.

This wasnt the end of my DsW experience. I went to look at hand bags for this dress as well. Now, most "girls" wuld look for a hand bag that would fit their lipstick, mascara, various feminine objects, compact....No, all iwas thinking was "hmmm..... will that bag fit my inhaler?"
Needless to say, i wound up NOT getting a clutch and decided that i will leave my inhaler in the car :)

In conclusion, I really am a crappy girl. I have only cooked 2 times in all of 2009, and have only worn make-up 2 times in 2009 ( i will be wearing make up this weekend, so i geuss this means i have to cook 2m ore meals....hmmmm). But, this is me, and my poor husband is stuck with me!