Ninjas Attacking Me
Well since my Facebook account is being attacked by Cyber-Ninjas eager for my credit card info, I guess I'll post something here. An update of my life. Oh right, yes I do have Facebook. Such a terrible affliction I know, but what-cha gonna do? You're all welcomed to find me if you can. Shouldn't be too hard seeing as it's tied to my email account. And if you're too lazy to either find that out, by hell bells simply checking my profile, then I just can't help you.
Anyway, Turkey Day is days and counting. Which is awesome to my taste buds. Oh how they long for the ample fest of succulent white meat and loads upon loads of mash potatoes drenched in a flood of gravy. In the humble words of Homer Simpson: *drooling sound*
I don't know what plans we as a family have made. With the recent hardships our family has faced this year, it probably won't be that big. Perhaps I'll spend it with a friend nearby. I just need my pecan pie fix and I'll be sound for a pound. Yummy.
In other news, I've been having to crash at my grandparents now and then in the meanwhile. After my grandfather's death, and after a fight between my grandmother and one of my aunts (stupid really,)no one else has been living with my grandma. And thus because of my dad's concern over her safety, I've been spending most of my time there. For me it's no big deal, even though I think the concern over her is a little unwarranted.
She's a strong woman, you'd have to be in order to live to age of 83. (At least I think that's how old she is... yikes bad me.) But then I can understand that my dad is just scared of the possibility of losing her too. Things have been pretty depressing and bit disarray after my grandfather's death reccently. Just really somber and sad. Boy, I could certainly use a push in the right direction.
My dad also told me that their might be a possiblity that my mom and him would be moving in with her. My grandma has a nice-sized house, which my grandfather built along time ago; a real nice and sturdy place, that is way better than the crap trailer we're living in now. Me and my mom were kinda surprised my the talk of it, but it makes smart sense.
Bottom line is that come sometime soon I might be looking for a new home. Which means I'll need a job soon. Like right now would help. I can't see myself living any longer in such a tightening space with my parents. Plus it's really over due that I spread my wings and all that junk. See the world and what possibilities lie out there for me.
"Go west" as they say. And that's what I hope to do. Hopefully.
Just in case, Happy Holidays everyone.
Anyway, Turkey Day is days and counting. Which is awesome to my taste buds. Oh how they long for the ample fest of succulent white meat and loads upon loads of mash potatoes drenched in a flood of gravy. In the humble words of Homer Simpson: *drooling sound*
I don't know what plans we as a family have made. With the recent hardships our family has faced this year, it probably won't be that big. Perhaps I'll spend it with a friend nearby. I just need my pecan pie fix and I'll be sound for a pound. Yummy.
In other news, I've been having to crash at my grandparents now and then in the meanwhile. After my grandfather's death, and after a fight between my grandmother and one of my aunts (stupid really,)no one else has been living with my grandma. And thus because of my dad's concern over her safety, I've been spending most of my time there. For me it's no big deal, even though I think the concern over her is a little unwarranted.
She's a strong woman, you'd have to be in order to live to age of 83. (At least I think that's how old she is... yikes bad me.) But then I can understand that my dad is just scared of the possibility of losing her too. Things have been pretty depressing and bit disarray after my grandfather's death reccently. Just really somber and sad. Boy, I could certainly use a push in the right direction.
My dad also told me that their might be a possiblity that my mom and him would be moving in with her. My grandma has a nice-sized house, which my grandfather built along time ago; a real nice and sturdy place, that is way better than the crap trailer we're living in now. Me and my mom were kinda surprised my the talk of it, but it makes smart sense.
Bottom line is that come sometime soon I might be looking for a new home. Which means I'll need a job soon. Like right now would help. I can't see myself living any longer in such a tightening space with my parents. Plus it's really over due that I spread my wings and all that junk. See the world and what possibilities lie out there for me.
"Go west" as they say. And that's what I hope to do. Hopefully.
Just in case, Happy Holidays everyone.