Eighteen hours at work and I’m still wiped even after a little nap. I made a decision. Yes, just one, but it is a very important one. I’m not going to get my tooth pulled on my birthday after all I only turn 34 once and I intend to enjoy it. Which means dinner out if my folks are free the same day as we are and a cake that I plan to make to my chocolate addicted enjoyment.
Couple people have asked me what I want for my birthday and my answer is the same. Nothing. What I want can’t be bought, begged for or even stolen. I want happiness for everyone. I want my other mother to get out of I.C.U. Next month when my job goes back to normal I want it to be better then it was before. Not much right? Okay a few oreos wouldn’t be bad either.
Don’t know about you but the last couple of months I’ve been doing some changing and it’s really fucking me up in some ways. Changes for the better, but like medicine that is being taken that makes you better sometimes it’s shitty tasting, but you know it’s the right thing to do. So I’m stronger now and will continue to be stronger but I have my days when I just feel weak.
I’m thinking of changing jobs. Maybe becoming a job coach for a disabled person. Or maybe applying for something in an entirely unrelated field. All I know is I can’t go back to how my job used to be. Not when I see how good it can be.
Well my friends I’m off to clean my house up a bit. The laundry monster has been tamed, but the dish creature has taken over my kitchen. Take Care All
BTW-I’ll have new animal pictures up hopefully next weekend. So you can see how my fatties are doing.