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Ok...want to know whats really nerve-racking?? A tv crew and a camera. Instant sweat. My job description did not include commercials. Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!
I am just being stupid and idiotic. But, hey, thats just me. I don't like cameras, you know, in the dark ages, they were these little plastic boxes that you had to get the film developed? Yeah? Those too. Hate em. I don't even like to leave messags on someones answering machine. It's like seeing and hearing everything thats wrong with you. Ok....not really wrong with me, but how society might perceive me. So I really shouldn't care what people think about me right? Wrong. In my profession, if your shoes are dirty it could cost you a sale. Maybe not the area I'm in now, but it's all the same. I have to be spotless. God, I'm freaking neurotic. Just ignore my dumb ass.
We bought our daughter some goldfish the other day. We bought the tank, and the rocks, and the fake seaweed and a little statue of this troll looking thing. (I kinda think its a little demonic) But she picked it out so we kept it. So we get home and put everything together and we wait 24 before we put the fish in .....we did everything right.
3 dyas later all but one was dead. We had bought 4 goldfish and 2 suckers. Yeah, the one we named stayed alive and is still alive and my daughter just loves it. It's name is Oobi. The moms out there now exactly who I'm talking about. And I'm sure that was an absolutely fascinating read for anyone else.
I find myself getting really tired. I usually get to bed around 10:00 and I am up at 6:00. A good 8 hours of sleep. But I am still tired. I saw a commercial for fatigue the other night. Maybe thats it. I am fatigued. Nah, no I'm not.....I just do too damn much. I want to go out. I want to go see a movie, or drink a beer, or both then go dancing. I want to go out. With my husband of course. But I come home at 7:00p and cook dinner, bathe my daughter, get her ready for bed, clean house and then, then I can go to bed. But now I'm so worked up from not stopping I just lay there. And think. Sometimes I'll wake him up and go have sex...(oh grow up, we're all adults) or sometimes I'll just get up and sit in the dark til I'm tired. We have no life. But the funny thing is, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Isn't that funny? I wouldn't take any amount of money for my family. They are all I got. And damn, do I love them more than I ever imagined.
I am just being stupid and idiotic. But, hey, thats just me. I don't like cameras, you know, in the dark ages, they were these little plastic boxes that you had to get the film developed? Yeah? Those too. Hate em. I don't even like to leave messags on someones answering machine. It's like seeing and hearing everything thats wrong with you. Ok....not really wrong with me, but how society might perceive me. So I really shouldn't care what people think about me right? Wrong. In my profession, if your shoes are dirty it could cost you a sale. Maybe not the area I'm in now, but it's all the same. I have to be spotless. God, I'm freaking neurotic. Just ignore my dumb ass.
We bought our daughter some goldfish the other day. We bought the tank, and the rocks, and the fake seaweed and a little statue of this troll looking thing. (I kinda think its a little demonic) But she picked it out so we kept it. So we get home and put everything together and we wait 24 before we put the fish in .....we did everything right.
3 dyas later all but one was dead. We had bought 4 goldfish and 2 suckers. Yeah, the one we named stayed alive and is still alive and my daughter just loves it. It's name is Oobi. The moms out there now exactly who I'm talking about. And I'm sure that was an absolutely fascinating read for anyone else.
I find myself getting really tired. I usually get to bed around 10:00 and I am up at 6:00. A good 8 hours of sleep. But I am still tired. I saw a commercial for fatigue the other night. Maybe thats it. I am fatigued. Nah, no I'm not.....I just do too damn much. I want to go out. I want to go see a movie, or drink a beer, or both then go dancing. I want to go out. With my husband of course. But I come home at 7:00p and cook dinner, bathe my daughter, get her ready for bed, clean house and then, then I can go to bed. But now I'm so worked up from not stopping I just lay there. And think. Sometimes I'll wake him up and go have sex...(oh grow up, we're all adults) or sometimes I'll just get up and sit in the dark til I'm tired. We have no life. But the funny thing is, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Isn't that funny? I wouldn't take any amount of money for my family. They are all I got. And damn, do I love them more than I ever imagined.