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Hi. It's me, Ann. I'm still alive in the great white north. Surviving the frozen tundra and all. Haven't updated in a minute. Most of it I can/will blame on not having the internets working for approximately 2 weeks, but if I'm honest with myself and everyone else, its because there's been little to report for 2-3 months. Had some good times. But all in all, every day has basically been the same.
Work dried up. We worked for dude for two months solid or so, but then finished all he had and all he was willing to invest in. And thats been it. We've had no work for a month. A solid month. The only good thing about waiting for a paycheck for three weeks is, by the time you've/we've spent all of the other money, the check finally clears and its a godsend. Get it. Giggity.
So we're basically out of a job for the next month. AC has work back at the golf course next month and I'm putting out applications for cashier jobs to put us through. I have an application for the Certified Nursing Assistant program through the local technical college. Frankly, its incredibly depressing to have two Bachelors degrees and going back to school. Incredibly depressing. However... Its a recession proof industry. It gives killer benefits. So I'm going to do it. It paves the way to RN, and if you get RN, thats the money. So, thats what I'm doing. More school. Motherfucker. Le Sigh.
I'm doing well. AC is doing well. The wolf is doing great. The cats are doing great. All is hanging in there, up here.
Its been more than a year since Iowa. On one hand, the hardest and best experience of my life. On the other hand, that was the moment I burned the roots I was setting down and went into the wind... and I havent come down from the wind ever since. Being adrift sucks. But I think its better than a cubicle. Most days. Thats the most appealing part of the CNA to RN program, no cubicles. After watching my dad wither and start the process of dying in a cube, not to mention my mom, I think cubes might be connected to the demise of our species one at a time. So that rocks. I DO miss Iowa, odd as it is. I miss the guys I worked with (most of them), and I miss the people I met and spoke with. Driving down gravel roads far too fast, meeting odds that arent based in reality for 8-10n hours a day, with a solid 1-2 hours phone time and 1-2 hours computer input time. 16 hour days, living on fast food and alcohol. Its impossible trying to explain why I might miss this life... but I do. It was the time of my life. I dont know how I'll ever match or exceed it.
I watch too much Simpsons, Family Guy and TMZ. I feel exceptionally white trash most days. AC spends lots of time looking at foreclosed properties in CA that we couldnt afford even if we could get a loan. Maybe its the beer. Maybe its just being poor and bored. Too much minesweeper and Civilization. AC gives me shit, a lot. I get pissed. He gets frustrated. Here we are.
We're talking about where we go when I get the CNA/possible RN degrees. Three or four main ideas. I dont like Milwaukee at all. We have good friends, but its not my town. We're thinking CA, NC, Maine, possibly MO. We'll see. The first step is to get there.
I miss KC and our apartment. A lot. But its okay. I hear they've redone the insides of our apartment. No more floor to ceiling cracks in every room. Somehow, I think that might take away from the character it had when we were there. Our poor, crappy apartment downtown. Best porch ever. I think the animals miss it too. We have a tiny ass porch here. Less than three feet across and two feet wide. Junior and Little Miss walk along the roof, but its not the same.
Feeling old. Which sucks at 25. Beginning to think that more school is a good thing. Sad as it is, I know that I was at my best when I was in school. Havent used my head much since graduation, feeling more brain cells dying every week sucks. This might be a good opportunity. I was at my best at KU. My best friendships, my best relationships, my best ideas. The best I was. And figuring this shit out at 25 is depressing as fuck, the idea that the best is behind you... shit. Wish I had worked harder to get the grades I would have needed for grad school.
Y'ever wake up some mornings and just get the feeling you're not drinking enough?
Getting over a viral sinus infection. Feeling better makes everything feel better. Mostly. Usually. Sure. Why the hell not. If nothing else, I get to read a lot. Most everything I love to read and everything I have that I've meant to read. Feels good on the inside. Spend lots of time with the kids, and they're happy, which generally make me happy.
Things are going to look up. Things arent bad, and they're going to get better within the next two months or so, so no point feeling shitty thus far.
Damn tired of living in the hood. Two weeks ago, the FIRST day above freezing of the new year, day 1 if you will, there were six (6) gunshots followed by zero (0) sirens. Fuck that shit yo. Its progressively gotten louder thus far. No interest in staying around for this nonsense. AC spent the vast majority of his life in the inner city, so he has a certain appreciation for it, which I get, but its not really my thing. I can handle city, but too much hood is too much hood.
Want to see movies. Miss movies. Love movies. Movies are great escape-isms. Want to see The Reader, Revolutionalary Road, Milk, The Wrestler. So damn happy Kate Winslet won the Oscar this year, love Kate Winslet. Woman can/will/does play anyone. I end up watching the Dark Knight, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, the John Adams series and the Lord of the Rings trilogy lots. But thats all good.
Going to be home for Easter. Finding it exceedingly funny that the only time I've been home lately is for holidays that I dont believe in and dont celebrate. But any excuse will do. I love KC. I think I always will. The air is different, the people are different. Its home. I miss my home, which is what I think all this comes down to. Cant wait to be home.
And until then, I make do with what I have and hope for the best. And that'll do pig, that'll do.
Work dried up. We worked for dude for two months solid or so, but then finished all he had and all he was willing to invest in. And thats been it. We've had no work for a month. A solid month. The only good thing about waiting for a paycheck for three weeks is, by the time you've/we've spent all of the other money, the check finally clears and its a godsend. Get it. Giggity.
So we're basically out of a job for the next month. AC has work back at the golf course next month and I'm putting out applications for cashier jobs to put us through. I have an application for the Certified Nursing Assistant program through the local technical college. Frankly, its incredibly depressing to have two Bachelors degrees and going back to school. Incredibly depressing. However... Its a recession proof industry. It gives killer benefits. So I'm going to do it. It paves the way to RN, and if you get RN, thats the money. So, thats what I'm doing. More school. Motherfucker. Le Sigh.
I'm doing well. AC is doing well. The wolf is doing great. The cats are doing great. All is hanging in there, up here.
Its been more than a year since Iowa. On one hand, the hardest and best experience of my life. On the other hand, that was the moment I burned the roots I was setting down and went into the wind... and I havent come down from the wind ever since. Being adrift sucks. But I think its better than a cubicle. Most days. Thats the most appealing part of the CNA to RN program, no cubicles. After watching my dad wither and start the process of dying in a cube, not to mention my mom, I think cubes might be connected to the demise of our species one at a time. So that rocks. I DO miss Iowa, odd as it is. I miss the guys I worked with (most of them), and I miss the people I met and spoke with. Driving down gravel roads far too fast, meeting odds that arent based in reality for 8-10n hours a day, with a solid 1-2 hours phone time and 1-2 hours computer input time. 16 hour days, living on fast food and alcohol. Its impossible trying to explain why I might miss this life... but I do. It was the time of my life. I dont know how I'll ever match or exceed it.
I watch too much Simpsons, Family Guy and TMZ. I feel exceptionally white trash most days. AC spends lots of time looking at foreclosed properties in CA that we couldnt afford even if we could get a loan. Maybe its the beer. Maybe its just being poor and bored. Too much minesweeper and Civilization. AC gives me shit, a lot. I get pissed. He gets frustrated. Here we are.
We're talking about where we go when I get the CNA/possible RN degrees. Three or four main ideas. I dont like Milwaukee at all. We have good friends, but its not my town. We're thinking CA, NC, Maine, possibly MO. We'll see. The first step is to get there.
I miss KC and our apartment. A lot. But its okay. I hear they've redone the insides of our apartment. No more floor to ceiling cracks in every room. Somehow, I think that might take away from the character it had when we were there. Our poor, crappy apartment downtown. Best porch ever. I think the animals miss it too. We have a tiny ass porch here. Less than three feet across and two feet wide. Junior and Little Miss walk along the roof, but its not the same.
Feeling old. Which sucks at 25. Beginning to think that more school is a good thing. Sad as it is, I know that I was at my best when I was in school. Havent used my head much since graduation, feeling more brain cells dying every week sucks. This might be a good opportunity. I was at my best at KU. My best friendships, my best relationships, my best ideas. The best I was. And figuring this shit out at 25 is depressing as fuck, the idea that the best is behind you... shit. Wish I had worked harder to get the grades I would have needed for grad school.
Y'ever wake up some mornings and just get the feeling you're not drinking enough?
Getting over a viral sinus infection. Feeling better makes everything feel better. Mostly. Usually. Sure. Why the hell not. If nothing else, I get to read a lot. Most everything I love to read and everything I have that I've meant to read. Feels good on the inside. Spend lots of time with the kids, and they're happy, which generally make me happy.
Things are going to look up. Things arent bad, and they're going to get better within the next two months or so, so no point feeling shitty thus far.
Damn tired of living in the hood. Two weeks ago, the FIRST day above freezing of the new year, day 1 if you will, there were six (6) gunshots followed by zero (0) sirens. Fuck that shit yo. Its progressively gotten louder thus far. No interest in staying around for this nonsense. AC spent the vast majority of his life in the inner city, so he has a certain appreciation for it, which I get, but its not really my thing. I can handle city, but too much hood is too much hood.
Want to see movies. Miss movies. Love movies. Movies are great escape-isms. Want to see The Reader, Revolutionalary Road, Milk, The Wrestler. So damn happy Kate Winslet won the Oscar this year, love Kate Winslet. Woman can/will/does play anyone. I end up watching the Dark Knight, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, the John Adams series and the Lord of the Rings trilogy lots. But thats all good.
Going to be home for Easter. Finding it exceedingly funny that the only time I've been home lately is for holidays that I dont believe in and dont celebrate. But any excuse will do. I love KC. I think I always will. The air is different, the people are different. Its home. I miss my home, which is what I think all this comes down to. Cant wait to be home.
And until then, I make do with what I have and hope for the best. And that'll do pig, that'll do.