Work
I work from six am until 2.30pm. I really like getting off so early but the whole 4.30 am wake up call sucks. I accidentally put my alarm on radio and it was programmed to 94 rock. Veguita3 was able to identify Iron Maiden at 4.15 am. His powers of recall are amazing.
Today is Veguita3's birthday. 35. I dont understand how I have gotten so old.
Today is a morning of meeting after meeting...I cannot stand it.
I brought blueberries and strawberries to work. Maybe it will make the day survivable.
Tomorrow is the last day of school. The first of many days of "I am soooo bored mom" and "what can I do?."
We went to our old house yesterday. I purchased it when I was 19 years old. I raised my children there and many of the wonderful memories of them occurred at that house. While I was there I expected to feel bad about moving and leaving all the memories of my life behind. I did not. I did not experience anything other than "well there she is." Maybe is was 'cause Veguita3 was being testosterone infected and pulling an abandoned car out of the wash on our land with his little pickup.
Vroom vroom. Engine squealing. Gas. Thud. 79 Monte Carlo lurches. Little Toyota spinning. Dirt cloud covers everything. Voice from the cloud yelling "is it moving?". Over and over.
No feeling of sadness over the other house. It was a great house but not nearly as great as where we live now.
Just a few minutes left before the meetings begin. Hell approaches. I better go potty.
Today is Veguita3's birthday. 35. I dont understand how I have gotten so old.
Today is a morning of meeting after meeting...I cannot stand it.
I brought blueberries and strawberries to work. Maybe it will make the day survivable.
Tomorrow is the last day of school. The first of many days of "I am soooo bored mom" and "what can I do?."
We went to our old house yesterday. I purchased it when I was 19 years old. I raised my children there and many of the wonderful memories of them occurred at that house. While I was there I expected to feel bad about moving and leaving all the memories of my life behind. I did not. I did not experience anything other than "well there she is." Maybe is was 'cause Veguita3 was being testosterone infected and pulling an abandoned car out of the wash on our land with his little pickup.
Vroom vroom. Engine squealing. Gas. Thud. 79 Monte Carlo lurches. Little Toyota spinning. Dirt cloud covers everything. Voice from the cloud yelling "is it moving?". Over and over.
No feeling of sadness over the other house. It was a great house but not nearly as great as where we live now.
Just a few minutes left before the meetings begin. Hell approaches. I better go potty.