SPF: Not that I'm bitter or anything

Kristine at Random and Odd must have been grouchy when she made this Stuff Portrait Friday assignment compilation. We have:
1. Stuff that annoys the living shit out of you.
2. YOUR space.
3. Something in your life that keeps the makers of Xanax in business.

So, I had SOOO many choices, it was hard to narrow it down. But, I did my best.

There are so many things that annoy the living shit out of me. It was hard to do decide where to start. I thought about a picture of my tingling feet or my needle-pocked arm, but decided against those gory details and opted for the latest grater of nerves: the dead computer, which seems to linger in my office floor.

Gateway did pretty well, considering he was 7. The funeral mass was lovely except for the little IT ladies in the corner reciting their Rosary.

Ok, the second part of the assignment: My space. Again, I had many options. I thought about the inside of an MRI, but decided that was more my "lack of space." So, this time, you get the little part of my office where I have my hodge podge of tacky little knick knacks. These all hang out on these shelves because there is really no good place for them and I like having them out.

On top, we have my football marking the 25th anniversary of Texas Stadium, my Kasey Kahne shrine, some thingees made by my son. Then, there is a small display of penguins, some baptism and wedding pics, my first Precious Moments figurine given to me by my surrogate grandpa when I was a little girl, my Cowboys candle my dad made for me, my Ringo Starr bobblehead and my soldier/bride teddy bear thingee. That next shelf with the family fishing pictures (both of the boys' first catches are there) adn the baby books and some books I haven't read yet.

Then, there is something that makes my life stressful. Again, I thought about the MRI machine and my arm, but I opted for the obvious: bills, my children and soccer.

This is only one pile of them. The medical bills have their own pile. They have a complex about it, too, because they don't get all the attention these other guys get. THAT is annoying, too.

My kids stress me out, too. If they're not irritating one another, then I'm worrying about them. Gees, I love love those kiddos.

Soccer is something else that may one day give me an ulcer. People don't realize all that goes into coaching and it gets frustrating to spin your wheels. These are the uniforms for our little team. We still haven't gotten the ones for the big team. That will add another 15 to the pile. And, we have games on Saturday. That should be fun, huh?

So, did you play?