Without my knowing what they had, I’d done my favorite thing in the world: talked about myself. They listened (somewhat) intently, and then proceeded to tell me what they though I had, based on the fact that I was going through things they had gone through.
Perhaps I shouldn’t look to peers for enlightenment…At any rate, I know I’ve said countless times that I wanted to improve my situation, and you’ve all been with me, reading about my lack of improvement time after time after time. Maybe people can’t change, maybe they can. I know I really should try.
But that agency dropped by on Thursday (in spite of the fact that my file should have indicated that I had explicitly stated that I am never available on Thursdays due to my graduate school schedule).
I didn’t have to let them in. I have friends who have had this agency drop by their homes; the friends wouldn’t let them in and the people haven’t come back. But I didn’t want to be uncooperative. While I’m sure my friends haven’t anything to hide, I don’t think their tactic would work well for me. I want these people to see that I love my girlies, that I want them both to be happy and healthy. I’m sure some people think I shouldn’t be blogging about this, but at this point everyone I know knows about it and if this agency is Googling me and reading everything I’ve posted, they ought to know how I feel since I lack the assertiveness I should have in person.
And now there’s this worry that he’s going to be fired or forced to quit his night job (I think they’re threatened by his potential success as a small-business owner, in spite of its not being a competing business at this juncture) and I’ll have to immediately find a job in the Fort that actually covers $1500’s worth of bills each month plus the cost of childcare, transportation, and (depending on how much I actually ended up making) the loss of federal benefits. I could find plenty of jobs, but would they pay enough and be in my field?
I could do what she did, but I don’t have a labor trade like she had. I have a BA in English and Rhetoric and Writing with a Creative Writing Minor. There are plenty of jobs in my field, if I’m willing to expand my job search to, say, within 12,756.2 kilometers’ radius of my house…Why did I get this degree if the job market is so competitive?
This is no time for existential debate, I suppose, but suffice to say that writing is just in me and I’d have been miserable (not to mention lousy) studying mathematics or science or Canadian studies.
♫It’s just another manic—Saturday? Oh well, time to clean the house at 2a CST. 🙂
When he went to bed I was playing Plants VS Zombies on the PS3, and he said something along the lines of “see you whenever you finally cum to bed” only with a less-obvious innuendo.
Say Hi To Your Mom–So do you come here all the time? Why are your’s fluffier than mine? I think its time to change my pill, but your soap technique is pretty ill.
I found a nifty room planner on http://morrisathome.microdinc.com, which I was playing around with when Freya started crying and husband brought her bed back out of our bedroom griping at me for putting her in there because I totally did it for the sole purpose of keeping him from sleeping after I “got to sleep” last night because I totally want to sabotage his sleeping habits with the inconvenience of having to parent a baby he helped conceive because I’m so mean and evil like that. After Grumpy went back to bed and Freya was bottled, I got back on the room planner thingy, but I guess I tried to do too much too quickly because it crashed.
Visually perceive Spot run.
Children were murdered.Human progeny have been obliterated from terra firma due to the insidious actions of these unscrupulous individuals.
Old Mother Hubbard peregrinated to the cupboard to get her poor canine a bone; but when she came there the cupboard was bare, and so the poor canine had none. She peregrinated to the baker’s to buy him some bread; but when she came back the poor canine was dead. She peregrinated to the joiner’s to buy him a coffin; but when she came back the poor canine was laughing. She took a clean dish, to get him some tripe; but when she came back he was smoking his pipe. She peregrinated to the hatter’s to buy him a hat; but when she came back he was feeding the feline. She peregrinated to the barber’s to buy him a wig; but when she came back he was dancing a jig. She peregrinated to the fruiterer’s to buy him some fruit; but when she came back he was playing the flute. She peregrinated to the tailor’s to buy him a coat; but when she came back he was peregrinating with a goat. She peregrinated to the cobbler’s to buy him some shoes; but when she came back he was reading the news. She peregrinated to the seamstress to buy him some linen; but when she came back the canine was spinning. She peregrinated to the hosier’s to buy him some hose; but when she came back he was dressed in his apparel. The dame made a curtsey, the canine made a bow; the dame verbally expressed, “Your coadjutant,” the canine verbally expressed, “Bow-wow.”
Jack Sprat could eat no fat. His wife could eat no lean, and so betwixt the two of them they licked the platter clean. Jack ate all the lean; Joan ate all the fat. The bone they picked it clean, then gave it to the feline. Jack Sprat was wheeling his wife by the ditch. The barrow turned over, and in she did pitch. Verbally expresses Jack, “She’ll be drowned!” but Joan did reply, “I don’t think I shall, for the ditch is quite dry.”
Hey diddle diddle, the feline and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little canine laughed to visually perceive such fun and the dish ran away with the spoon!
He is a good man –> He is an altruistic man.
Christian Side Hug