The Family Curse.

voodooDoll It would now seem that my family curse has now moved beyond me and been passed onto my kids as well: I’ve always been plagued by bad luck, misfortune, tragedy, things always going wrong, never going right or working out, been that unlucky one-out-of-a-million, etc. you get the idea, and now it’s happening to others in my family as well. I have always wondered if maybe I’ve been cursed, or if my parents were, as I don’t know honestly what else would cause such a lifetime of bad luck…. When my hubby and the girls stayed in Ottawa for the 16 YR old’s cheerleading competition on the weekend their hotel room had no heat and it was really cold. Of course everyone else’s rooms were ok and due to Winterlude the hotels were all booked up so they couldn’t even get another room. A guy came and tried to fix it but it only worked a bit and they were freezing all night.Just our luck. That’s the kind of thing that always happens to me. As well as that I found out the reason the 18 YR old didn’t get the editor position she applied for on her campus newspaper is because they never got the e-mail she sent applying for it so now she’s a columnist instead. Also the same thing that would happen to me. I guess now the curse is being passed down to the next generation….

The 16 YR old’s team won third place in the competition and she said to me the other day in a taunting way that I spent my entire life trying to be popular too but I didn’t; I never wanted or tried to be popular (those girls were mean and I never wanted to be a part of that) I just wanted to stop being bullied; I just wanted to be left alone. In Church yesterday they were also blessing throats and for other illnesses for the Feast Day of St. Blaise so I waited in line and went up for blessing as I need all the help I can get,and it worried me after Buddy did a shit as well and I wiped his ass ( because I don’t want skid marks on the furniture!) there was alot of blood but he seems ok otherwise and still eating so hopefully it was just something that he ate and nothing serious….

In Church we also had a reading from Job and it described me and my life and how I feel exactly:

“Is not all human life a struggle?
Our lives are like that of a hired hand,
like a worker who longs for the shade,
like a servant waiting to be paid.
I, too, have been assigned months of futility,
long and weary nights of misery.
Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’
But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
My body is covered with maggots and scabs.
My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.
Job Cries Out to God
“My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle.
They end without hope.
O God, remember that my life is but a breath,
and I will never again feel happiness.
Job 7: 1-7