Looking for some inspiration in 2012

I was going to name this blog WTF 2012 but I am trying to watch my language even in the blogworld...wish me luck.
 Here it is only 52 days in to 2012 and I am wondering what the what is happening?  Now everything started out pretty okay...uneventful which at my age is a good thing...but then....some time in the middle of January ....boom....not  BOOM....but boom.
It started with the big evergreen tree in front of our house falling down in a windstorm....didn't hit anything or hurt anyone, but it was unnerving and me with all my Italian-ness wondered ....what's next...this stuff happens in 3's. 
Next was the week that I went to 4 doctors.  None for me....but 4 in almost as many days. 
My oldest daughter, who after 2 years of motherhood became a true mother when she ignored her ailments and kept on plugging away at life when she should have probably been on some big time meds.  Doctor 1....I dragged her to clinic where she had all kids of "itises" and was put on some big time meds.  Welcome to motherhood honey.....
Then I more or less tricked my father in to letting me take him to the doctor for his knees.  My dad...the man who never took an aspirin in his life....who would roll his eyes at a "cut" that could have used a band aid...a stitch....a tourniquet.. is now walking with a cane and grimacing with every step.
Under the guise of me needing to pick up some films from the doctor (can't believe he bought that) I was able to drive him and mom (oh he's fine) to get his knee checked out once and for all....knowing that a knee replacement is in our future.   Yes, OUR future...we are currently on our 4th second opinion....the man clearly does not want surgery...and he doesn't want some kid (me) telling him what to do....Doctor 2
When I was growing up, if someone got sick- my mom liked to trace it back to the source....so and so got you sick- I knew it.!!  I would be afraid to cough some times because here's my mom figuring who's fault it was- tracing it back to some monkey in the jungle like in the movie Outbreak..  Well this time the little monkey was my grandson who seemed to get everyone sick (not his fault....ever) But eventually it was his turn for some meds....my poor lovey.  Just a little ear infection and a runny nose ...Doctor 3
Now I was about to make some snarky post on Facebook about my doctor ordeals, but something held me back .....these things come in 3's I foolishly thought.....cue the ominous music.  Boom...- I mean BOOM  
My youngest daughter's little puppy got hit by a car. Now she is totally in love with this little pain in
the ass (whoops) dog and the night before it happened she was snuggling with him saying she can't
believe how much she loves him ...if this were a soap opera ( isn't it?) there would be a long, dramatic
camera shot on my face....looking fearfully into the lens..biting my clenched fist....aaaand commercial.
The next day, he ran out the door, down a busy street, and got clipped by a car that should have probably killed him....thankfully for my daughter it didn't ....
His little legs were broke ...broke.....broke in a way that required surgery ...Notice how many times I used the word BROKE ...pun intended!  I usually have a policy on animals and vets....money IS
an object and I am never sure if the poor little things even feel better even though their owners do.   But there is no price that can be put on the well being of my child.   We had the means to fix her little love  --- so we did it. (Animal)  Doctor 4. 

That was one week folks....one week ... and after that came the loss of a job ( my son's) more illness...unexpected bills...finding out the we are paying more taxes than Mitt Romney, work nonsense  etc etc...It was then that I looked to the heavens and said ...Hey- what gives? 
Now I used to be a church go-er....I made all my sacraments and made sure my kids did too.  Every Sunday, for years and years I would sit- stand -kneel like a good little Catholic....but recently I stopped  going as much for various reason.  One day I sat -stood -knelt and realized I really don't agree with a lot of this stuff.  Not so much the water and wine stuff....that's actually pretty cool - but the don't do this don't do that stuff that made me feel bad about myself.
I sin....like everyone else (maybe a little more than everyone) but I don't think leaving early to get my kid to her job or not giving enough money or using a contraceptive for instance makes me a bad person.  I would leave feeling horrible about myself....the EXACT OPPOSITE of  why you go to church. 

Thankfully, I never lost my spirituality ....I still pray and believe in the higher power but lately I have had too many days where I  sit and cry like Holly Hunter in Broadcast News.   I have a great life ...it is....to quote Mary Poppins  Practically Perfect in every way!   But I need a little inspiration ....a little lift to get myself out of what has been called the Life Troth.  (how do you say that word?)

 As I watched my gorgeous brown eyed boy turn 2 this week and prepare for a weekend with my girls in NYC ....I see that there is hope for 2012....it had a rocky start. no doubt about it....but I think with a little help from above and some positive thinking I will see that hey it's only money and a little dog with a limp is kind of cute. There are jobs to be found, money to  be made and spent...and my goofy family who is always there for each other no matter what...is  all mine and wouldn't trade them...not all of them anyway...
I never like to use the phrase :it could be worse, because it could be better too.  So off I march...in to March....looking  to the skies to save me....looking for some inspiration...some crazy new avenue to take...a new recipe ...since food DOES make everything better...a new outlook and something new to believe in and hey it could be worse....I could be Mayan....just sayin