Smile and the world smiles with you... errr... or something

I have had the MOST crazy week. For the first time since starting my business, I sat down and wrote a long term do-do list. Its completely unlike me, but for some reason I never had any inclination to plan things until now. I wanted the process to feel organic, for the universe to pan out how it should. Why for the life of me I thought that strategy would work, I don't know. Since when does anything hippy help you run a business? I'll tell you one thing, my universe is panning things out to be a lot more stressful than I thought. Thanks hippies. You suck.

And on top of all that I had a klutzy week. I broke a mug, my favorite pen, a diaper changing pad (don't ask) and an iron. Don't worry, I wasn't actually ironing. I was moving the iron so that I could hide my husband's crinkly shirts at the back of the closet where he couldn't see them. Behind the furniture oil. Karma stepped in, as it always does, and threw the iron on my foot. Hard. Thanks karma. You suck too.

Then I got a really mean response to my last post. Someone anonymously (of course) explained to me that I wasn't fit to be a parent. That if I really loved my son I wouldn't find him boring. And that I should be more grateful. Now since I'm practically a blogger virgin, I wasn't sure about the proper response etiquette. Do I respond directly (which was hard because I deleted the comment as soon as I read it, inbetween sobs). And since the email address the reader left was disgusted@hotmail.com, I wasn't sure if it would even get there. Kind of like addressing a letter to Santa, North Pole. Or, probably more accurately to Satan, Hell. 

So my week ended in tears, closely followed by a bottle of wine, closely followed by some cursing. Then I pulled myself together and went in search of a laugh. And I found it online. 

This is in honor of my klutzy week. See, I'm not the first person to be attacked by an iron.

People of Walmart never fails. Where do these people crawl out from?

  

And last but not least, here is the funniest of the lot. This is a blog written by a certifiably crazy Australian called David Thorne. I damn near had to change my underwear while reading it. Gives a whole new meaning to big girl panties. The post about the missing cat comes a close second on my hilarity rating.

 

Comments

[anonymous (justus Cilliers :-)]

HAHA !!!!
I like it !!!
Fuck the stupid people that don't ,....
Keep it coming Claire

[pamela dayton time]

Disgusted at hotmail.com? Mean, anonymous commenters can suck it. I had a guy once who left a huge number of comments on a post I wrote... just being a dick for the sake of being a dick. And my post? was a list of the ninetyeleven ways my kid said the word POPSICLE. Why do you gotta be a dick about that?

Having trolls means you're arriving at Good Bloggerhood. So congratulations.

[Claire Gutschow]

Thanks for the moral support Juzzie

[Lisa E from Saatchi]

I don't really know how to write sarcastically funny posts, so forgive me if I sound old fashioned, but I do love your blog, and am smiling sympathetically about your week from hell...and I just recommended your blog to our working parents group. We all need to laugh more.

[Claire Gutschow]

Thanks so much Lisa. I guess we all need to try and see the funny side of life, even when it seems damn-right impossible. Hope things are going well with you guys? Crazy-busy Im sure!

[Jordan retro 4]

Everyone has his own way of life, the firm faith, believe they can live very fascinating!