/facepalm

an other facepalm. yes, an other. We're having a hard time getting this house crap taken care of. I mean-it's horrible. I don't know what to do here. I have NO CLUE what to do. I don't think I have the credit to do this. Maybe this is why they pushed so hard for us to get a loan for the place? I wonder what I can do about it. What can I do. I don't think I could get a loan. I don't know what kind of down payment we're going to have. That would be a wonderful thing to know. I mean...COME ON!!!!!!!!! We need to catch a break people. I'm going to be fasting tomorrow. I have to drink water, because of the whole getting a massage tomorrow and need to get the toxins out of my system-but food is off limits. I can't. There is just TOO much to do. Sunday is fast Sunday anyway. Maybe I'll actually remember.

I love my family. I can't stand what has happened to us. I don't know what to do.

crafty

I've been feeling crafty lately.

I really wanna make some cupcakes. I think they are SO cool looking.

The girls are also going to be making their new cousin a baby quilt. Then, I want to make my brothers girlfriend a baby blanket too. So many things that I wanna do, but I wonder if I'll ever get around to it.

oh well...if I ever get to it, I'll post pics.

Will I ever?

be more than just a CNA? I have long term care experience and rehabilitation experience. Do I REALLY wanna do this the rest of my life? that's a big fat NO.

I want to do phlebotomy, or surgical tech. SOMETHING. I mean, I want to be a nurse, but do I wanna be a nurse that pushes a cart? I think a surgical tech would be a MUCH better thing for me. I mean, (ok, this may get a little gross for you squeemish people) how cool would it be to see people get cut open, and sewn shut, and me be in charge of either handing over of the instruments, or sucking up the blood? That would be cool!!!!!!

/facepalm


Thank goodness tomorrow's payday.


what do i wanna be when i grow up????

why?

I have one day off...ONE DAY. Today I need to pay the water bill from the other place, pick up some meds for the people who use to live here, mail them out, go grocery shopping, and I'm sure there's something else that I forgot...oh yeah, go check out prices on a bed and a kitchen table.

It's 1:30 in the afternoon, my shorts are still wet, and in the dryer, the girls have been "cleaning" their rooms for 2.5 hours now, and they are STILL not done. The two middle girls are treating me with such disrespect, that I told them they are not treating me like I'm thier mom. They are treating me like I'm just some lady they live with. No more of them being told "well I/she pays the bills". No more, because that is what they are treating me like. I feel a bit like Rodney Dangerfield here...no respect I tell ya...no respect.

so, I just hand my head and hope they don't grow up to be seriel killers and anti-social phreaks of nature.

Moved in

We may be living out of boxes...and S...L...O...W...L...Y putting things away, but we are completely moved out of the other house and in our "own" place!

WOOT!