Home again, home again jiggedy jig
Working on the backroom is emotionally hard. Prior to my father using it as his bedroom (and then moving out of it...)it was our junk room. Theoretically there are items in that room that haven't left their spot in over twenty years. So, as I'm picking my way through the crap moving this and that I stumble upon my childhood. All I can think about is a life when I had a family and did not understand my parents hated each other. How naive, how trusting...and it hurts.
Today I'm going to begin patching walls, make a dish to pass, clean my scuzzy self up, unload my car, and then drive out to Rochester....for......EMT party! Yeah! Highlight of my day for sure. Supposedly tomorrow I'm going to shadow Michelle at her kennel, pick on the darling dear, then study, study study. Thursday I'm going to help Char move if she wants it. ^_~ Oh, and take the NYS written exam for EMT. *stomach drops to floor* It is amazing I'm so close to going pro.
Irish blood, English heart
This I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me
Today I'm going to begin patching walls, make a dish to pass, clean my scuzzy self up, unload my car, and then drive out to Rochester....for......EMT party! Yeah! Highlight of my day for sure. Supposedly tomorrow I'm going to shadow Michelle at her kennel, pick on the darling dear, then study, study study. Thursday I'm going to help Char move if she wants it. ^_~ Oh, and take the NYS written exam for EMT. *stomach drops to floor* It is amazing I'm so close to going pro.
Irish blood, English heart
This I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me