An Early Late Day
This morning I am up about an hour later than I wanted to be since I have to leave for work at 11am. Don't mind the overtime, just have to keep telling myself. I think Tom and I don't know how to have sex with each other any more. We were all snuggly lat night and I don't know what happened. Perhaps this morning, I will do 15 minutes of stretches, shower, then wake him up nicely. Sounds like a good plan! I have to get all of my school stuff together and get it in the mail. Lots of stuff to work on while watching tv all day. I will also finish my books. I would much rather read at work than talk and play on the internet. But, I have been very bad lately.
Mold spores in the vents! Ain't that a B! Well, thankfully I have not been affected, that I am aware of. Could have died laughing when Wanda sat therein a down coat and mask. Holy Shit.
I don't know what else to write. Ah yes. When I was through blogging yesterday, I ordered another Gevalia coffee pot. Hurrah!!! I had it withh the old one overflowing. Thomas can stick in under the cabinet in case the new one breaks. Well, I still suppose it's the filter issue and not actually the coffee pot. We just have so many of the big filters, it's hard not to use them!! Oh well. Guess I shouldn't skimp on everything.
Hoping everyone got my Christmas cards. I'm so glad Mom had all the extras for me to send. She's such a wonderfully giving person. I used to think she was trying to make up for not being there when I was growing up. She claims Grandma took me away from her. I guess Gramps validated it somewhat. Now I just believe she is a really giving person..
Funny thing about these morning pages: well, 2 funny things actually. 1) My old professor Frank Stokes had us write for 30 minutes every day and if we had nothing to write we were supposed to write, "I have nothing to write. I have nothing to write. This is stupid." You know, whatever came into our heads. So that is exactly what this book said. I wonder if the book writer was in her class or they were in a class together. It's a wholly original thought from someone. Just wonder if they knew each other. 2) This morning when I sat down here, my mind was not swirling with a ton of crap like it usually is when I wake up. I guess I am gettin all the junk out of my noggin an ddown on paper. Funny, but I do feel lighter and less baggage ridden.
I guess for my next few minutes I will bitch about Chealsea's and Chris' youth. I suppose when I was that age I was afraid. I remember myself as being particularly outgoing. I was learning things, social issues, places. I way always looking for reasons to go places and ways to ge there. Chris has the money to go, but won't. However Tom and I were observing him. He is very subdued in a social setting outside of work. He doesn't quite know how to act. I think he is taking lessons from us. Chelsea on the other hand, will probably live her life afraid to do anything alone.
Chelsea, I want to say something to you, and I want you to seriously consider it. Yo are welcome to get offended, but I mean it in the most loving way. If you are afraid of going down the road to Chili's by yourself, or anywhere new for fear of getting lost, if you are relying on your mother still to do as much as she does for you including financial support, perhaps you should seriously reconsider gettin married until after you have grown up. Now here's the thing. 19 is not necessarily grown up. It is only a number. People mature at different rates. Just because you have chosen to sleep with John doesn't qualify you as a grownup. You should probably give yourself time. Just because your mom had you at 19 doesn't mean you should follow in her footsteps. She probably leaned on you harder than she should have as she was growning up right along with you. You said that yourself. Making $11 an hour doesn't really make for a good relationship. Even if his parents are still supporting him, and your mother is still supporting you, you should not feel qualified to get married. Give yourself some time. You never really had a childhood, it seems to me. Go home. Get out your barbies. Relive the life you lost.
Until tomorrow..........................
Mold spores in the vents! Ain't that a B! Well, thankfully I have not been affected, that I am aware of. Could have died laughing when Wanda sat therein a down coat and mask. Holy Shit.
I don't know what else to write. Ah yes. When I was through blogging yesterday, I ordered another Gevalia coffee pot. Hurrah!!! I had it withh the old one overflowing. Thomas can stick in under the cabinet in case the new one breaks. Well, I still suppose it's the filter issue and not actually the coffee pot. We just have so many of the big filters, it's hard not to use them!! Oh well. Guess I shouldn't skimp on everything.
Hoping everyone got my Christmas cards. I'm so glad Mom had all the extras for me to send. She's such a wonderfully giving person. I used to think she was trying to make up for not being there when I was growing up. She claims Grandma took me away from her. I guess Gramps validated it somewhat. Now I just believe she is a really giving person..
Funny thing about these morning pages: well, 2 funny things actually. 1) My old professor Frank Stokes had us write for 30 minutes every day and if we had nothing to write we were supposed to write, "I have nothing to write. I have nothing to write. This is stupid." You know, whatever came into our heads. So that is exactly what this book said. I wonder if the book writer was in her class or they were in a class together. It's a wholly original thought from someone. Just wonder if they knew each other. 2) This morning when I sat down here, my mind was not swirling with a ton of crap like it usually is when I wake up. I guess I am gettin all the junk out of my noggin an ddown on paper. Funny, but I do feel lighter and less baggage ridden.
I guess for my next few minutes I will bitch about Chealsea's and Chris' youth. I suppose when I was that age I was afraid. I remember myself as being particularly outgoing. I was learning things, social issues, places. I way always looking for reasons to go places and ways to ge there. Chris has the money to go, but won't. However Tom and I were observing him. He is very subdued in a social setting outside of work. He doesn't quite know how to act. I think he is taking lessons from us. Chelsea on the other hand, will probably live her life afraid to do anything alone.
Chelsea, I want to say something to you, and I want you to seriously consider it. Yo are welcome to get offended, but I mean it in the most loving way. If you are afraid of going down the road to Chili's by yourself, or anywhere new for fear of getting lost, if you are relying on your mother still to do as much as she does for you including financial support, perhaps you should seriously reconsider gettin married until after you have grown up. Now here's the thing. 19 is not necessarily grown up. It is only a number. People mature at different rates. Just because you have chosen to sleep with John doesn't qualify you as a grownup. You should probably give yourself time. Just because your mom had you at 19 doesn't mean you should follow in her footsteps. She probably leaned on you harder than she should have as she was growning up right along with you. You said that yourself. Making $11 an hour doesn't really make for a good relationship. Even if his parents are still supporting him, and your mother is still supporting you, you should not feel qualified to get married. Give yourself some time. You never really had a childhood, it seems to me. Go home. Get out your barbies. Relive the life you lost.
Until tomorrow..........................
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