Im moving...or maybe not...
So since I have been back in wonderful Seattle I havent had much of an opportunity to enjoy it. For the past two weeks I have been working all day at my Dad's office...which is nice...due to the nice and fat paycheck I got today...but hard because I really dislike it there. I simply cant sit and look at mindless numbers the whole day. I thought today was supposed to be my last day...but my Dad and I agreed to another week...we got in an argument over it...but so what else is new. My dad and I are on shaky terms again...he thinks some things...stupid and mean and hurtful things...and it goes to my head. He again tried to make me change schools...which is not fun to hear twice. Earlier last week my Dad and Mom had to get together with the attorneys in order to sort stuff out and they wouldnt even go into the room together. The result was the sudden need to sell the house we are living in. Since then we have played with the idea of moving into another house or buying property and having the house custom made. But of course like any teter-totter my mom has now decided she isnt going to move and the battle rages on. My dad yelled at me again today...how I should have another job lined up, or an intership, or something, I have started to tune it out. My mom has finally stopped crying again and that is a relief...although the mad mom isnt much fun either.
I spent last weekend with my dad and slept at his place on sat. That was weird but okay. I fell asleep early and was pratically carried to bed. Sleeping 22 stories up isnt nearly as weird as the feeling you are still moving after the elevator and riding seven stories down through the parking garage. I went and saw my grandmother and she was weird. I dont think she is happy about the divorce. And of course no one at my Dads work knows anthing...its all rather tiring.
bailey is doing good and attracting all sorts of attention...she is wonderful to saddle and even let me put my weight on her the other day. She is a fantastic horse.
I have some landscaping jobs coming up and am excited.
Happy Birthday Hannah...hope it is wonderful. LOVES
I spent last weekend with my dad and slept at his place on sat. That was weird but okay. I fell asleep early and was pratically carried to bed. Sleeping 22 stories up isnt nearly as weird as the feeling you are still moving after the elevator and riding seven stories down through the parking garage. I went and saw my grandmother and she was weird. I dont think she is happy about the divorce. And of course no one at my Dads work knows anthing...its all rather tiring.
bailey is doing good and attracting all sorts of attention...she is wonderful to saddle and even let me put my weight on her the other day. She is a fantastic horse.
I have some landscaping jobs coming up and am excited.
Happy Birthday Hannah...hope it is wonderful. LOVES