because I am a sheep..
20 years ago: I was 7 (it actually took me about 30 seconds to count up from 1977 and remember my current age) I was in the same town..I think the second grade..my teacher's name was Ms. Brewer and I had a thing for girl named Tara.
10 years ago: I was seventeen just starting my senior year of high school and working at Cracker Barrel if I remember correctly. I had a thing for a girl named Amanda.
5 years ago: I was 22 and living in a very small house, driving a silver Dodge Neon,working at Levi's (again), and making wedding plans. I had a thing for a girl named Cindy.
1 year ago: I was practically exactly where I am now. A bigger house than the one from 4 years ago, having worked at ACN for almost 4 years - I'd become an extremely low level supervisor (w/ no discretion for anything),driving my beautiful 1 1/2 year old daughter around in our green mini-van. I had a thing for a girl named Caroline (and Cindy too).
6 months ago: Same house, same vehicle, new dog, watching the Wiggles during all waking hours with the daughter, and on a diet weighing less than I do now. My thing for girls really hasn't changed since the one listed above.
3 months ago: I still weighed less than I do now but everything else is pretty much the same except the Wiggles were losing ground. I started staying up all night every night recording stuff on dvd.
1 month ago: I weighed less than I do now but everything else is almost exactly the same. My job changed slightly along w/ my schedule - but I still have no discretion over anything. The baby's first sign of chicken pox showed up on her cheek and Dora the Explorer took firm control of her attention.
Yesterday: I took care of the baby for a few hours then left her w/ my grandmother while I helped a friend move. I got home and helped load a truck w/ debris from the deck Daniel helped me demolish. I came in, took a shower, and fell asleep for most of the night on the couch.
Today: I slept through half of the day, talked w/ Josh about movies and stuff, ate at Subway, looked around a gift shop, picked the baby up from my mom's (she kept her last night), went to Lowe's, came home and tried to fix the wall in my bathroom that we had to open to get to the pipes many moons ago, realized we needed a drill bit or the screws we have won't go in, and then came to the computer eating a bowl of chicken baked beans and mac n cheese.
Tomorrow: I'll go to the tile store and actually buy tile (I've been there about 4 times just looking for a good deal), I'll buy a drill bit, fix the wall in the bathroom and lay down tile in the kitchen. tomorrow night I hope to do something social..but it prolly won't happen cause I'm the only one I know who doesn't have to work Monday morning. (I work Monday evening)
So basically I've picked up weight and debt and will keep adding to both tomorrow. I have nothing particularly amusing to look forward to tomorrow, but hopefully after all this I'll have a nice house and if I'm lucky the floorboards won't buckle beneath my immense girth. Now I'm depressed. Shit.
10 years ago: I was seventeen just starting my senior year of high school and working at Cracker Barrel if I remember correctly. I had a thing for a girl named Amanda.
5 years ago: I was 22 and living in a very small house, driving a silver Dodge Neon,working at Levi's (again), and making wedding plans. I had a thing for a girl named Cindy.
1 year ago: I was practically exactly where I am now. A bigger house than the one from 4 years ago, having worked at ACN for almost 4 years - I'd become an extremely low level supervisor (w/ no discretion for anything),driving my beautiful 1 1/2 year old daughter around in our green mini-van. I had a thing for a girl named Caroline (and Cindy too).
6 months ago: Same house, same vehicle, new dog, watching the Wiggles during all waking hours with the daughter, and on a diet weighing less than I do now. My thing for girls really hasn't changed since the one listed above.
3 months ago: I still weighed less than I do now but everything else is pretty much the same except the Wiggles were losing ground. I started staying up all night every night recording stuff on dvd.
1 month ago: I weighed less than I do now but everything else is almost exactly the same. My job changed slightly along w/ my schedule - but I still have no discretion over anything. The baby's first sign of chicken pox showed up on her cheek and Dora the Explorer took firm control of her attention.
Yesterday: I took care of the baby for a few hours then left her w/ my grandmother while I helped a friend move. I got home and helped load a truck w/ debris from the deck Daniel helped me demolish. I came in, took a shower, and fell asleep for most of the night on the couch.
Today: I slept through half of the day, talked w/ Josh about movies and stuff, ate at Subway, looked around a gift shop, picked the baby up from my mom's (she kept her last night), went to Lowe's, came home and tried to fix the wall in my bathroom that we had to open to get to the pipes many moons ago, realized we needed a drill bit or the screws we have won't go in, and then came to the computer eating a bowl of chicken baked beans and mac n cheese.
Tomorrow: I'll go to the tile store and actually buy tile (I've been there about 4 times just looking for a good deal), I'll buy a drill bit, fix the wall in the bathroom and lay down tile in the kitchen. tomorrow night I hope to do something social..but it prolly won't happen cause I'm the only one I know who doesn't have to work Monday morning. (I work Monday evening)
So basically I've picked up weight and debt and will keep adding to both tomorrow. I have nothing particularly amusing to look forward to tomorrow, but hopefully after all this I'll have a nice house and if I'm lucky the floorboards won't buckle beneath my immense girth. Now I'm depressed. Shit.