I know It's been a while but, hell, noone reads this anyway. I have heartburn, have been sad for while, and the hot flashes are coming, well, hot and heavy. My son is unhappy in the Navy. My husband and I are 180 degrees from each other politically, and that's driving me nuts. You know I can pretty much get along with everybody. I just don't let anybody know if I disagree with them. I mean, if we're having a nice conversation, what's the point of boogering that up? Isn't that what's great about America? That we're so blessedly different? We're not the Borg. But if I disagree, do you have to rub my nose in it? Geez, give me a break. It's why I haven't scheduled a vacation yet. My days off are bad enough.
I'm living paycheck to paycheck. But I still blow too much money. I hate to cook. I like to keep the Hubby happy, so if he asks for something, I generally buy it. The last being an electric bass guitar so he can keep his fingers, well, fingering. So far, I can't really tell how he's doing. It's a bass. It goes thump. He tries to keep tempo, but that's hard when you're first learning.
I'd like to go to college, but I don't really see that happening, moneywise and smartswise.
I'd like to travel, but I don't have the money, and I'd worry about the Hubby and the Children (dogs and cat variety).
I hate feeling so alone, isolated in Guthrie.
I know if I Do do things, I'd need to do them alone. That in itself doesn't bother me, what other people think of me just doesn't matter - it's how I feel myself that bothers me.
I'd still like to be on "The View". I'd still like to have my dream house. But I don't see either happening.
I'd like to be making more money. But I don't see that happening either. My life is as it is as it will be. Home. work. Home. repeat.
