Attention all friends, family, and alinaces: I need a ride

After having my little green Taurus for 7 years, it died. I knew it was bad, (ok, really bad,) but to hear all that was wrong with it was so hurtful!
My poor little car!!! Pooh. I was just starting to take care of it, (i.e. clean out the inside so it didn't look like a garbage can.) and it goes kaput.
Poor little car. Thank you for being so good to me!!
As of now, I am currently without a viechle. I know I should be worried, but Im not. I have a bus pass, which I might add, I am getting pretty proficent with, plus, Matt and I have exactly the right schedual so it works out ok.
I really wish that my little car would have made it a couple of more months, but it wasn't ment to be, and matt and I are too poor to buy a new one, so hopefully this will make due!

Ok, for all of you writers out there who have a bachalors, masters, or just love to write, this is for you. An article was published in Self magazine this month, (it has Jessica Alba on the cover,) and it talks about this girl who has a masters in creative writing and is working at a grocery store.
It is fantastic!
I have been complaining for months that I have a bachalors and am stuck at a dead end retail job. This article made me feel better.
It is about this girl who, although works at a grocery store, has more time to write. In the article, it describes how she used to have a "respected" job as a teacher, but it was way stressful, and it didn't leave her any time for her own writing because she was so busy teaching other people to write. The job was stress filled nothingness for her, and she didn't even get to do what she wanted to to: write.
So now, working at a grocery store, she has more than 30 hours a week just to write, and not worry about anything. Of coarse, the age-old question comes up "you got a masters degree to stock cat food?"
Well, of coarse not, but why snuff at the hand that feeds you?

As much as I complain that I don't like my job, it is a job, and there are worse ones out there. It gives me and my husband great health insurance, and it gives me leave if ever a crisis comes up. It puts food on the table, lets me get my family some extra goodies, and helps me meet people. Plus, as the author said, I get more time to write!
Hummm . . . I was kind of inspired today at church, as well as this article. I think I will try to combine the two and make a brand new blog.
why not read the bible, and for every time I read, I have to find a passage I want to write about and how it relates into everyday life.
That sounds good!

By the way, to any of my fellow workers, I hate my job. I think if I were a non manager, it would be ok, but then I would be complaning that I don't even have a manger spot and working for mim wage with a bac. degree. I am never happy. I HATE MY JOB!!!

Ok, I feel better now.

I wish I were a michanic, but I don't like to be dirty . . . or dirrty

my poor poor car is broken. We took it to one machanic, he said it would be boo koo bucks to fix it, and we took it some where else for a second oppinion, and aalthough it would have been $500 less, it would still be boo koo bucks ($1,000) to fix it. So Matt and I are pulling a Matt and Heather. :P
We are sharring one car.
Since I have my student ID, I get to ride the bus for free, and it isn't too bad, plus, it is free so I do that sometimes. But when Matt can, he gives me rides.
My poor car though! I ve had it since 17! Poor baby.
Kinda stinks relying on having another person drive you around, but it works, so I can't complain.

Afterthought: Why do all mechanics have pictures of naked girls hanging up all over? Seriously, is working on cars all day not macho enough for you?! You have to have chick pics up so people will view you as a sexually endowed member of our soceity?
Whatever.

Ok, Im a boss now. . . I just wish I was getting paid

Today was our big bounce back tour. Our district manager came in, and judged how we looked. Since Kelly wasn't there for the tour, there wasn't anyone to represent softlines; except me.
I walked with Rick!
It was totally crazy. I didn't really know what to say, but I guess I did ok, b/c he told David that I was a "win" for the store.
Yay me!
My day was going fantastic, until Matt called and told me that he was going to be studying with his group (HOE!) tomarrow night at 5pm, and didn't know when he was going to be home.
Bad desia vue!
I am really nervous about him going. I really really don't want him to go. I don't know what is going to happen, but it won't be good. I just want to escape from this all. I hate feeling this nervous.

When you are pushed against a wall, you see how hard you can come back.

This is what my manager told me after we met today. I told her I was feeling lost. I didn't know what I wanted in my personal life, (should I stay? Should I go? Am I wasting my time here? Is he going to leave me?) and I didn't know what I wanted to do for a profession. Teach, you get summers, holidays, and weekends off. However, you have to jump through alot of bridges, and anoying kids (and equally anoying parents). I was feeling alot of draw back in my current job situation. I felt like I was going backwards with my progress. Last September, and all though the holidays, I was a kick ass boss. I coached, I confronted, I didn't have any problem with it. Lately, I have been like, "I don't care if you don't work. I just dont feel like getting into it."
I told Kelly this, and she said,
You know, when Treva was gone, you stepped up. You created an alyance with Sue to get the job done, you delegated tasks, and did coachings with confidence.
In September, when Matt left and came back, you had to make a dissision.
It is no coincedence that these two mirror each other. When you are pushed against the wall, and have to make a dissision, you feel much more confident because you know that YOU are the one who made it. You thrive when it seems like the perfect time to fail.

Yay me!

Looking back on it, it was a really strong growing part in my life. I no longer stay awake at night caring what someone thinks of me, (although I do still lie awake not knowing for certin that I am with the lomyl)and I feel like I have taken my first step toward being an adult.

Smelly feet

Last night my mother in law came into town to stay with us while her son was in a wresting match. We went and picked her up around 9pm, and by 1030, I was ready to hit the sack. I laid there in bed for a while till Matt came up, and then I realized I forgot to take one of my pills.
"I'll be right back!" I said.
I opened the door, and the most pungent, disgusting, ranky smell hit me.
I started freaking out.
"Matt! One of the dogs pooped!!! Get out here!"
"Nah, it is just Sutton's feet." He said, ready to konk out in 2.5 seconds.
"Matt, get OUT here!!!!" I was getting angrier by the second. Searching for the poop, I went all around the spare room. Not finding it there, I went downstairs where the odor became more pungent.
Oh my gosh, seriously? This was someones feet?! I laid there for a while, the smell comming into my nostorals for hours afterwards, not believing that a person could smell that bad.
Whatever the case, two things were decided this morning.
1. I was overly extatic that my house didn't smell.
2. I was going to bleach the sheets that she had slept on. Yuck!