I have finally switched over to the new Blogger beta and the cool thing is, the new blog I just created is now a part of this account as well! Sweet! I like almost everything about this new improved blogger, except...I finally got to where I could sort of figure how to get my blog template the way I want it and now I can't use it. Bummer, total bummer, I liked that one. Ahhh, well, back to square one. Anyway, I do like the ease of adding links to blogs I read and changing the fonts, all of that is wonderful. Hope You all have a Spetacular ThanksGiving!
My life has become insanely busy lately. I am up at 5am; getting the children ready to board the bus, then have baby boy (T) to day-care in time to be on the job sight by 7:30. I work there until 3:30 and then run to pick up T so I can be home in time to be there when the bus brings my daughter (I) and middle son (E) back. Next week that will differ, I will have to be at their school by 2:50 to pick them up then I'm headed to my second job until 6PM. Then homework, dinner, baths and bed...somehow I have to figure out how to fit laundry, housework and things like that in. I'm exhausted just thinking about it, but I do need the money, so I dare not complain.
Besides, I enjoy what I'm doing, I like to build things and remodel older homes. There's something to be said about using your own hands to bring an old home back to life again. I've always thought that houses were more than wood and mortar; they have a soul, have shared births and deaths, family reunions and funeral wakes. Houses hold a million secrets, wishes, dreams and sometimes-bad memories too. It always saddens me to see an old home falling down because it reminds me of the fragility of life, that we are only here for a short while and then we are merely dust and wind. I think that if you can prolong the life of an old house, you save the many memories and thus prolong the lives of those who dwelt within.
Anyway, I only said all that to explain how much I take pleasure in what I'm doing, good hard work that leaves me tired, sore and feeling as if I haven't wasted the light of day. I like the fact that I don’t have time to think so much about certain things, foolish things that I have done in the past. The skeletons don’t rattle so loudly when you’re not constantly opening old closet doors. It’s easier to forget things you were subjected to in the past as well; there is no energy to even deal with it in your dreams. Work is the cure to the past…I think.
I Have a new blog, you can find it here:
I can't honestly tell you why I'm making another blog with my schedule lately...call me crazy, I guess.
Anyway, Check it out if ya want...
I'm extremely frustrated right now. I want so badly to see justice done just once to someone other than me! I NEVER get away with anything, (I'm a horrid liar) but when it comes to how people treat me...in the end, when push comes to shove and they don't need me around for one thing or another anymore...I end up being tossed aside, trashed...called...well, I've been called a few things lately that have really hurt. And all of this, these things I've been called is by someone I have gone out of my way to be nice to and help. I really don't understand things like this...if there is Carma...what the hell is wrong with mine and what have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?
I'm glad I have work now to keep my mind occupied, I don't really have time to think of what has been said or what is being said about me. I'm working with my Husband and His Business Partner (whom actually hired me) in construction and I like it. I enjoy building things and I don't have to deal with anyone that I don't already know. I'm very happy about this, though it is heavy work at times...I don't have to kill myself and I KNOW that neither of these two people are going to screw me over. I am content with this until I go to school and get my LPN and eventually...RN.
I'm losing weight again and it has me a bit worried, I really don't have a lot more that I can afford to lose. I'm 5' 10" tall and now only weigh in at 128. I know that is considered perfectly okay if you want to be a runway model, (actually a little heavy) but that is something I will never be, so...I'm a tad worried about it. I start to look like a skeleton at about 120, @ 110 I just look gross. I think it's because they upped the dosage of the thyroid medicine, Levoxyl, I have been taking. Hopefully it will level off again before I end up blowing away.
I put my baby boy into day care Tuesday and He didn't like that first time of me leaving him with strangers too much at all. I felt like an ass just walking off and leaving him there crying out that I please don't leave Him. The second day wasn't much better, but today he seemed to be a little more okay with it, he started playing before I walked out and I didn't hear him cry at all. I feel a little better about leaving him there now and he seems to enjoy getting to be around all the other kids his age. So, if he's happy...I'm happy.
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