AtLast.

You've heard the story before, but I never get tired of telling it.  Very soon after my dad died, my younger brother was in my dad's bedroom, and the radio came on...we still don't know why it came on...maybe it was an alarm clock radio and it was set.  But, what we do know is that the radio came on and the lyrics my brother heard, (before he nearly ran from the room with fear), were, "here we are in heaven, and you are mine at last".  Before then I had never heard of Etta James or the song At Last.  I researched and found out who it was.

Today on the news they said Etta James was sick with cancer and dying.

Maybe she can sing to my dad in person.  Maybe they'll sing together.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Q2rZb7E0EY&feature=related

Couch.

I miss my family.  I'm sick today with a sore throat and I'm home alone and it's raining outside and I just miss being able to go to my mothers and eat soup and sleep on the couch.  I also miss them because Christmas is literally right around the corner.  I just want to sleep so I don't miss them.

The job search is sucky so far.  I've applied to a few places and haven't heard back from any of them yet.

And, just writing this little bit has worn me out.  So back to bed I go.

AlmostOver.

It's finally getting cold here in upstate.  Not enough snow for my liking tho.  I hope we have a white Christmas.  Because if it's going to be cold, snow makes it all worth it.

2 more days.  Just 2 more days of the semester.  I have A's in 3 of my classes.  No telling what I got in Spanish. I fell behind somewhere in that class and never caught back up.  I emailed the instructor about it.  We shall see how that turns out.

I'm changing my major, again.  For two reasons.  The more time I spend with kids, the more disgusted I am.  Not really at the kids, but at their parents.  If your kid has a nasty disgusting runny nose, for fucks sake keep him home from basketball practice on Saturday morning.  Every kid in that gym, and every kid in that elementary school has the potential to touch that basketball that your nasty kid is snotting all over.  And, if your kid has a nasty pink watery slimy eye...for fucks sake...keep them home you fucking loser!  Ok, enough about that.  The second reason is this:  when I think about what I enjoy doing more than anything-besides that you pervs-it would be working for people.  I love someone to say "Hey, you think you could do this?".  I'm really go at that sort of thing.  Letter writing, note taking, making appointments, finding stuff online, ordering things, making reservations.  Personal assistant, clerical, secretarial stuff.  So, I'm changing to Business Administration.  Plus, it can be done completely online.  Of course, this all depends on Pell and whether that will pay for an Associate of Applied Science Degree in Business Administration.

In other news...still stressing about Christmas.  Not as much as I was...but still it's there.

And, that's all I got for right now.  I'm just kinda chillin.  Oh, and job hunting like a crazy woman.  Srsly.  I need a job in the worst way!  Sigh.

Look.

What do you think of the new look of the blog?

I'm distracted by Kathie Lee and Hoda.  I love them because they are always so giggly and they don't act all snobby.  

Today is a good day.  We put our xmas tree up over the weekend.  It's a big awkward thing we cut right out of our own woods...but I love it.  The star on top is slightly crooked.  I love the ambiance of the tree.  I'm sitting here eating my breakfast, watching Kathie Lee and Hoda in the glow of the tree.  It's sooo cozy.

I only have 5 more days of school.  I made it.  I'm actually afraid to say that because there are 5 more days, but I made it!  :)  As you all know the fall kicks my ass, and I made it.  I had a few really rough weeks, but I think I'm over the hump.  It is good.

Christmas is looming on the horizon, which I'm still a little bit worried about.  But it always comes together just fine, so I'm not going to fret.

My mother's birthday is in January.  She'll be 60, and there's going to be a party.  It is my goal to go to Illinois for her birthday.  It would be grand if we could all go.  Flying is too expensive, but if we had a reliable vehicle, we could drive out.  Of course, JDRW & Teenager 2 both have perfect attendance so far this year, and I'll hate to screw that up.

In other news...

I'm not seeing Skye anymore.  It was bound to happen.  And here's something that was unexpected.  I like her girlfriend.  Like seriously.  There was a little misunderstanding the other day but once I actually communicated with her, I was impressed.  So you go Skye!  I'm still not happy about how Skye handled some stuff, and I'm not a fan of her little white lies...but overall it's a good situation.  I'm thankful for the half a minute I had with her.

Coming in January, I'm going to create a new blog page with more informative stuff.  Like, recipes, crafty stuff, organization tips.  I'm excited.  It'll launch on January 1st.  I'll post a link when I have one.

And, that's all I got for now.  I'm going to do some more decorating.

Lack.

I know it's silly and very materialistic (?) but I can't get into the holiday spirit when I don't have money.  I'm so stressed out about money, or lack there of, that the thought of putting up a tree just makes me panic.  I hate it.  And, it's the same every year.  It doesn't get better.  Same shit, different year.  I read about all of these people out shopping for gifts, meanwhile I'm sitting at home wondering how I'm going to afford any gifts at all.  My fault for going back to school instead of getting a job.  But school will be over in 6 days, and I can start working again.

I have applied for two evening shift positions, which would work for now I guess.  But I won't get to see JDRW at all.

Sigh.

Bullet.

Ha.  I just got a message from the girl Skye is seeing saying "Please leave her alone."

First I just have to say REALLY?  Are you kidding me?  Skye couldn't have told me that?  Or is Skye just giving the girl the impression that I'm bugging her and I won't leave her alone so she had to call in the girl to strong arm me?

It's neither here nor there.  I answered the girl honestly...she can choose to believe me or not.

I'm not fb friends with Skye anymore.  I won't be seeing her.   This morning I missed her.  Now, I'm thinking I dodged a bullet.

Man.

For the record, I will never marry a man again.  Never.  Ever.  Again.