Just in case this is working, I'll start my blog off by saying that my husband left for Iraq about 23 hours ago. I want to make a new me this year, and try to stay positive by making good changes. I need to journal so should I do that here? Or is this a place where I always have to be saying something meaningful or brilliant? Am I talking to space or to people? I feel like I am trying jeans on-the hope for a good fit is there, the possibility is there, but the experience gives me anxiety. You know I have always believed in Einstein's theory that time does not exist, but for whatever reason, it isn't making the next 15 months seem any more palatable or even manageable-then again, how can we manage what doesn't exist? I took a career profiling test today and the top three jobs for me were these:
1. pipelayer...that's not pipe-player, which is what I thought at first, not that it makes much difference, as I have no idea how to either lay pipe, or play the bag-pipes.
2. Hazardous materials waste manager...uhh?
3. High speed print technician...ironic because I have held that position in the past AND because I don't now.
I can't be offended at some computer program, but holy schnikies! I don't want my ego to get in the ring with this one, but someone or something has to. Maybe I'll send my gut-instincts in to take the punches? Better yet-I could have my alter-ego, pissed-off-McDonalds-worker-girl, fight the career-test prophesy....except that would be TOO ironic, and might make the test think its better than me...it could prey on my weaknessnes, my insecurities. STILL, POMcDWG could make an example of our smug, feelingless monster by just kicking its proud little ass back to square one (colloquial?) where it would find ME, ready to school it on the virtues of telling the angry girl inside me that she is good enough to have ANY job she chooses-and that she will be a blazing success at whatever she does! I have misgivings about the usefulness of this kind of battle but I think it is just as well waged as not.
Wow-this is like therapy-except I would never let my shrink know that I'm just this crazy.
We found a frog in our kiddie-pool a couple days ago. I guess i should drain it-the water is green. Why hasn't he called? I know he's in Kuwait, he sent me a text on some Joe's phone. I gotta go to bed.
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The heavens have answered my prayers. Heidi is blogging and my sister and I can make comments...my life suddenly feels so complete. To answer your questions:
You do whatever you want with your blog...that is what it is for. But I beg you, don't post naked pictures or you'll get kicked off and then that would be the end of me.
Second, Be offended by this program, it took them too long to get spell check, I mean, it's not like I can't spell, it's just that someone has to hold me responsible for my actions.
Third, please read my entry titled, "the voice was merely Tina" I recommend naming these other individuals who have too much control over our lives!
Fourth, we are here for you, this will probably be a very long year for you. I have no good advice because I have no idea what it is like to send my husband to war. But, I am here for you and support you totally, and your family, and Ian.
Blog away, give us a birds eye view to your life, and we will laugh and comment away on your pages! LOVE YOU! Commenting, and reading my sister's blog is something I look forward to, I think you will enjoy this very much.
Halla frickin yula! When I am reading your blog, rest assured that you will be talking to both a real person AND space. See isn't that great? You can have your cake and eat it too with me! (Oh cake... double dutch chocolate with chocolate sour cream frosting... yum!)
So here are my first second, thirds, and fourths (we Adams girls like things to have numbers on them it's part of the ADD, OCD, we inherited).
First: Keep in mind that computer programs were created by COMPUTER PROGRAMMERS. And being as most software these days is outsourced, said programs are created by COMPUTER PROGRAMMERS FROM INDIA. There aren't too many occupations in India.
Second: Everything you say is brilliant.
Third: That McMillan girl is right... we ARE HERE FOR YOU. Commic relief is our specie ality.
Fourth: Look in the mirror thrice daily and repeat "I'm good enough. I'm strong enough. And doggonit! People like me!"
I'm sa happy your bloggin!
YOU'RE bloggin. Geez where did I go to school?
Heidi, you really shouldn't post any details about where exactly Ian is or what he's doing. Bad OPSEC juju. Luv ya!
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