Ever have moments where you actually need to brainwash yourself into thinking that you love your job? Yes, well, those days come all too frequently when employed by the ARC. Seriously. I'd gotten use to only having one day off a week. I'd even gotten use to working twelve hours on Saturday. Because I always had Friday off. It was actually ( Read more... )

I'd eventually like to learn to knit...


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I'd like to vent just a little bit. And confess, that there are only five things keeping me at my job in the ARC. Each of the four ladies under our care, and the fact that the health insurance covers all my prenatal visits. Oh, and my coworker, Natasha, is all sorts of cool. So, six ( Read more... )

Damn it. My sister just sent me an email, informing "Hey, brace yourself, I called your old stalker and told him what you're up to ( Read more... )

Oh, that's so damn cool. Ed just called me from work, and told me that he got a promotion. We were fine financially, but with twins on the way, he's been worried he doesn't make enough. So, he was in fantastic spirits, and I love it when he's got exciting news, he's like a little kid in a candy store ( Read more... )

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This year, there's a whole new parade of holiday idiocy. And I'd like to thank the people who pushed for the elimination of Santa's infamous "ho ho ho ( Read more... )

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-It's only quarter after ten in the morning, and I already want a ham sandwich ( Read more... )

This is how you make a fantastic morning:

-Seeing a light covering of snow on the ground and getting that sweet, happy feeling that Christmas is almost here.

-Having sex for an hour and a half.

-Spending the rest of the morning watching Catdog and Popeye with your boyfriend, and collectively wiping out an entire box of crunch berries.