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| So I'm thinking I need to update this site. The theme is over two years old and the picture....well this weekend is our third anniversary so it is 3 years old. Damn so much has happened in the past 3 years. Hard to believe we've come this far. <3 to my love | | |
| When I say "I guess I can't go to school then..." What I'm really saying is "I'll give up on my wants, but you better stop me"
Fuck you money! I hate it. I wish we didn't have to have it.
I want to give up. I went to bed, said good night, didn't kiss you, and mumbled "I love you"....aren't those enough clues to my feelings?
Clearly letting me feel like crap and crying in bed is better. (even if me working full time is the only answer, you could have at least fought more for what you know is extremely important to me) | | |
| This is not going to be some profound post. I just would like to get down my thoughts of the current questions and decisions that have recently been set before me. Last night at work, I was only able to put out a large cart and half of a small cart. Obviously this isn't very much since the "expected" rate is one cart per hour. We did end up using the first two and a half hours to put out magazines so the carts I did took about four and a half hours. At the end of the night, when my supervisor call me out to do trash, she said if I ever do one cart a night again "we will have problems." Let's just say I don't like threats, especially when there isn't much I can do about it. The only other ipt person there did three carts which is more reasonable than my work, however he also had another person helping him with two of those carts. While we both grabbed kid carts, the third person only helped pull things off his cart and neither of them touched mine. I don't claim to be a saint but I try to help out with other people's carts when I can. At the end of the night I would rather help finish carts than start another that won't be finished and I assumed those people felt the same way. When I took my break, there were a little less than two shelves still on my first cart and I figured they would finish it off since they were still working over in that area, but they finished their two and left. When I returned, I finished that cart and couldn't help myself and ended up straightening the study books as I was shelving (costing me about twice as much time).
I should get ready but later I'll post more about Dan's job, moving, kids, housing, debt, and anything else I think up when I return.
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| Sometimes life seems so right; nice day out and good conversations. Then it changes in an instant. One look, one action, one sentence can ruin someone's entire day. Our brains, or more importantly our memories, can be friend or foe at any given moment. Somehow it's easier to picture embarrassing times in life; bad memories just seem to cloud the mind more often then the good. How can you expect to live happily when all you think about are the mistakes of your life?
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| Life. Simplest word and yet the most complex. My life currently is at a small crossroad. I want to have kids but I know now isn't the right time. I'm seriously missing all my friends back in Missouri but this is the best place for Dan to grow in his career. Procrastination has taken over my school work, while WoW thrives; but I just can't muster up the strength to fight for what I know is more important. Bah, I know most of my friends on here don't sign on much anymore, if at all, but I still hope they know I'm here. I feel like I can't talk to many of them anymore because I'm so far away. I've literally moved on, but a bit reluctantly. Perhaps I need to let my standards down some to find new friends here. Well I just had a few thoughts I wanted to share and now it is off to bed for me.
"There's one in every crowd, brings the party in us out." -wish it were me
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