Chilli And Chilli - Having A Bad Day

[Jimmy1]

All is cool

 

[Jimmy1]

Thanks for everyones help. Nobody is really wrong on here, thats the beauty of this site. Its all everyone else's opinion and some of those opinion's I would never have thought of.

When push comes to shove, the teenagers are just being that like Fargo said, they are being teenagers.
My boy is just testing his boundaries and S is just being her normal self. Its my tolerance level which is not there.

Yesterday my boy had me standing there in a rage again about his assignments he needed completing for school. When it came down to it, he had them done. He just constantly caused me grief.

The head of the PTSD unit said it is our basic survival skills that kick in and when it comes down to it, the most important person in the world is ourselves. So to all the 'Harpies', We run to protect ourselves.

A lot of veterans suffer from Guilt and Regret, it may not be their fault, but you really can't change their way of thinking until they are ready then its the therapist who has to do it. And even then the veteran has to accept their explanation.
Where I am going with this is that the Guilt leads us to believing that we do not deserve the happiness of a normal life.
We believe we are the problem.

My children used to be scared of me when I came home from work. I was a mean, angry son of a bitch that did not care for anyone. With my boy, I have turned opposite. Once I was feeling better I spoiled him rotten. Now its coming back and biting me on the arse. So who do I blame, me.
The immediate answer is protect myself. Send him to be with his mother and move away and get a grip. Yes people would be hurt, but in our minds, they will get over it, we had to.

This is not going to happen, I have already sacrificed enough in my life to let this one go. But I hope you all can understand where I am coming from.

Just mindless waffle. Its just after 5 am and I have been tossing and turning for hours.

What it comes down to is this.

My resistance was low. I have been pouring all my effort in to 'Fitting In' and also getting over the surgery. I was not looking at how my boy was and the worst mistake I made was not looking at my own self preservation. Normally I can see a numbing meltdown coming miles away and can head it off at the pass. Not the case this time.

Nobody is perfect.

 

[Jimmy1]

And Matt, sorry for being so rude and thoughtless mate.

I am sorry to hear about your mate. I know the feeling. I was going through an old unit photo just yesterday and the amount of people that are not here anymore gives me chills.

Hope your face is better and hope your life is heading back on a positive track

Jimmy

 

[Jimmy1]

Need some more humor. Been up since just after 4 am. Anyone got anymore jokes. If there not politically correct or may offend, inbox me. I have heaps like that.

 

[Steph_F]

ok ok I got one:

Q: what did the daddy buffalo say to his boy when he went off to work?

A: "Bison"

I read that on a candy wrapper. I'm kind of a loser when it comes to jokes, sorry.

 

[Fargo1]

I have a million of them...Here is a groaner.

An eight-year old kid says to his dad, "When I grow up, I want to be a musician."
The dad looks at him and says, "I'm sorry son, you can't have it both ways."

 

[Fargo1]

When a woman got married she put a shoebox in the closet and told her husband not to open it. After 50 years of marriage she was dying and asked him to open the box.

When he opened the box there were 2 doillies and $85,000! He asked his wife why she had all that in the box.

She replied, "When we got married, mother told me to crochet a doillie ever time I got mad at you." The man smiled thinking that she had only been mad at him twice in their 50 years. He then asked her where the $85,000 came from.

She replied, "That's the money from selling the doillies."

 

[Fargo1]

A blonde goes up to a stores deodorant display and tells the clerk, "I need to buy some deodorant for my husband."

"Does he use the ball kind?" Asked the clerk.

"No," replied the blonde, "The kind for under his arms."

 

[Steph_F]

GROSS! hahahaha!

 

[Fargo1]

A blonde walks into a bank in San Francisco and asks for the Loan Officer. After she sits down, she tells the Loan Officer that she is going to Europe on a business trip for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.

The Loan Officer says the bank will need some sort of collateral for the loan. The woman asks if she could use her Mercedes SL500. The Loan Officer checks out the title and goes out front to look at the car, which is spotless. The banks agrees and he gives her the $5,000.

After the woman leaves, they all enjoy a good laugh at the woman for using her $100,000 car as collateral against a $5,000 loan. One of the tellers drives the car into the banks underground garage and parks it.

Two weeks later, the woman returns, repays the loan with interest, which comes to $15.41. The Loan Officer says, "Miss, we are very happy for you business, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we double checked your credit and found out that you are a millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000 from us?"

The woman replies, "Where else in San Francisco can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return?"

 

[Fargo1]

A doctor was teaching medicine at the San Francisco State University. He takes out a jar of yellow liquid. "This," he says, "Is urine. To be a doctor you have to be observant of color, smell, and taste." After which he dips a finger into the jar, then puts a finger into his mouth.

His class watched in amazement and disgust. But being the good students that they are, when the jar was passed around, one by one, they dipped their fingers into the jar and put it in their mouths.

After the last student was done, the doctor shook his head. "If any of you have been observant, you would have noticed that I dipped my index finger into the jar, and my second finger into my mouth."

 

[Fargo1]

Two old people, a husband and wife, walk into a hospital to get the old man checked out. The doctor says to the old man, "I'll need a urine sample, a feces sample, and a blood sample."

The old man says, "What?"

The doctor says it again a little louder, "I'll need a urine sample, a feces sample, and a blood sample."

Once again the old man says, "What?"

So the doctor yells, "I'LL NEED A URINE SAMPLE, A FECES SAMPLE AND A BLOOD SAMPLE, SIR."

With that, the old woman turns to the old man and says, "Harold, he needs a pair of your underwear!"