This morning I was already up and moving when the alarm went off at 4:30, I put on my new snow pants and walked the dog, took a really long time in the bathroom attempting to dry my hair( this never looks like it's supposed to, I need to invest Ina flat iron but I'd prolly have parts of flat hair and parts of fuzzy hair and it would look crazy) and ( Read more... )

I superior to all the other tired, poor, longing to be free laundrymat goers in that I have the dignacy to wait until noone is around to scavenge the lost and found.

I am armed with an entire bottle of detergent, 16loads of dirty clothes, $40 in quarters and a dream.

My son, Dan FINALY got 100% on a spelling test so after all this we're going out ( Read more... )

Very thankful that I have a good job and needing to remain calm and keep a cool head during conflict so as not to compromise said job. Breathe. It's only 60 hours of my week. Breathe. I have put up for far far worse bullshit for a paycheck. Breathe. I just made you up to hurt myself.

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It's hard to feel any kind of transformation when you're going from one nameless decade to another nameless decade.
Goodbye 'Aughts?, Hello Teens?

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Thought I was done with work, turns out I have at least 2.5 more hours. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry.

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Worked 9.5 hours, took Lu to gymnastics during which I visited my dad, picked up presents for teachers and books for the book exchange(decided against Catcher in the Rye for 4th graders at the last minute), hit the nephew's 7th birthday party for two hours, came home to find that the plow had been through.
Shoveled for an hour.
Played w dog.
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I've worked 37 of the last 40 days and I don't get a break until Monday. 6 more days. If all is quiet but the sound of me crying softly into my energy drink, you'll know it's 5am again.
I love every second of it because I'm so happy to have a job. This weekend I was literally touring the facility and picking up the slack.
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Family lore has me heir to some kind of Texaco Oil fortune. Armed with two safety deposit box keys I found at my dad's house, and a dream, I start my quest.

Other things found cleaning out dad's house; a bowl and a joint.
Who knew my dad was kind?

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I set my alarm for 6 am instead of 4am! My first day off in a long time, unfortunately it will be taken up with one winter recital after another.

Have I ever mentioned how much I despise Santa the Mall God? And that my kids are told not to let the others know they "don't believe". At their afterschool they aren't allowed to say "God" and they have ( Read more... )