blargh
"Sometimes I think the best way to go is to have a
marketable title. Things such as a Nurse, Graphics designer, hair stylist, electrician, nurse. I think if you can attach a name to something, that is the way to go. There will always be a demand for someone who provides a needed service. There just aren't that many things that pay real well and the competition is overwhelming. " That's the response I got from my Dad when I asked him his opinion on my degree...either business management or business information systems. Man, he was so set on me do ing like a business degree and now look. I feel like now he's saying that all this time I've spent in school has been a waste of time. Shit...graphic design...that's what I wanted to do in the first place but I got grief. I should know better than to listen to him. Oh well.
On a lighter note, why do I bother talking to the hubby at two in the morning? Here's a conversation we had...(it was two in the morning and the baby monitor woke me up).
Me: Josh. JOSH. Why is the baby monitor having so much feedback?
Josh: It's not the monitor. It's the michrophones.
Me: The mikes?
Josh: Yeah. The mikes are too close together.
Me: What the hell are you talking about?
Josh: When two mikes are too close together, it casues feedback.
Me: Riiiiiiiiight. Do me a favor and just turn down the monitor.
Josh: But it's not the monitor. It's the mikes. *falls back asleep*
Me: Josh! Turn down the monitor!
Josh: *wakes up* What?
Me: Turn down the monitor, there's too much feedback.
Josh: It's not the monitor...
Me: I know, I know. It's the mikes.
Josh: *falls asleep again*
Me: *leans over Josh to turn down the monitor*
Josh: Why are you turning down the monitor?
Me: Just go to sleep.
It was pretty funny. MAN. It's soooooooo friggen nice outside. I mean, it's 80 degrees outside. EIGHTY MOTHER FUCKING DEGREES IN THE MIDDLE OF AUGUST IN TEXAS??!!?? It needs to be like this AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL the time.
I decided I'm gonna do Weight Watchers. I'm tired of feeling over weight. Some people think I look fine at my weight, but it's not about other people. I want to be skinny again. I enjoyed being skinny. I loved being the skinny girl with the nice ass. Now I'm the not so skinny girl with the BIG ass...and by big I don't mean nice. So I just sat down and figured out what my school schedule is going to do to me and Josh's work schedules and then penciled in what times and days I can do WW. And even better, for student's there is no registration fee and the weekly fee is two bucks less. So it's just 9 bucks a week until I meet my goal weight and then I forget what it is afterwards.
I'M GONNA FIT MY CLOTHES ONCE AGAIN.
marketable title. Things such as a Nurse, Graphics designer, hair stylist, electrician, nurse. I think if you can attach a name to something, that is the way to go. There will always be a demand for someone who provides a needed service. There just aren't that many things that pay real well and the competition is overwhelming. " That's the response I got from my Dad when I asked him his opinion on my degree...either business management or business information systems. Man, he was so set on me do ing like a business degree and now look. I feel like now he's saying that all this time I've spent in school has been a waste of time. Shit...graphic design...that's what I wanted to do in the first place but I got grief. I should know better than to listen to him. Oh well.
On a lighter note, why do I bother talking to the hubby at two in the morning? Here's a conversation we had...(it was two in the morning and the baby monitor woke me up).
Me: Josh. JOSH. Why is the baby monitor having so much feedback?
Josh: It's not the monitor. It's the michrophones.
Me: The mikes?
Josh: Yeah. The mikes are too close together.
Me: What the hell are you talking about?
Josh: When two mikes are too close together, it casues feedback.
Me: Riiiiiiiiight. Do me a favor and just turn down the monitor.
Josh: But it's not the monitor. It's the mikes. *falls back asleep*
Me: Josh! Turn down the monitor!
Josh: *wakes up* What?
Me: Turn down the monitor, there's too much feedback.
Josh: It's not the monitor...
Me: I know, I know. It's the mikes.
Josh: *falls asleep again*
Me: *leans over Josh to turn down the monitor*
Josh: Why are you turning down the monitor?
Me: Just go to sleep.
It was pretty funny. MAN. It's soooooooo friggen nice outside. I mean, it's 80 degrees outside. EIGHTY MOTHER FUCKING DEGREES IN THE MIDDLE OF AUGUST IN TEXAS??!!?? It needs to be like this AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL the time.
I decided I'm gonna do Weight Watchers. I'm tired of feeling over weight. Some people think I look fine at my weight, but it's not about other people. I want to be skinny again. I enjoyed being skinny. I loved being the skinny girl with the nice ass. Now I'm the not so skinny girl with the BIG ass...and by big I don't mean nice. So I just sat down and figured out what my school schedule is going to do to me and Josh's work schedules and then penciled in what times and days I can do WW. And even better, for student's there is no registration fee and the weekly fee is two bucks less. So it's just 9 bucks a week until I meet my goal weight and then I forget what it is afterwards.
I'M GONNA FIT MY CLOTHES ONCE AGAIN.