| I'm a girl... 2005-06-22 21:00:36 ET |
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I really need a new job. I feel like I am whining but eight to ten hours a day, working out side painting rich people's houses is really hard work. Not to mention the fact that I am allergic to latex, the base for the paint I am elbows deep in every day. I have been told by a lady I respect who has similar health issues as I (food intolerences.. etc..) that women need more rest than men and that particularly with my system, I need alot of rest. This feels like just bailing out because I am finding it difficult. The stubborn side of me wants to pull my act together and just work harder. The warning in my head tells me that I am getting sicker with the constant exposure to the latex. There is also the added unhappiness in being around David too much. I think that not only would it be healthy for me to find a job that isn't straining me physically but also a needed seperation from my fiance so that I am happy to see him instead of focused on what I have to do and annoyed at him. For the past two days working with him has been tolerable because we stay on seperate sides of the house.
I have the next few days off in order to attend another pagent.
I am not sure why I love my sister this much, but I endure pagent after pagent in order to show her support for a competion I could never put myself through.
well I am not burl enough to paint houses daily and I cannot be fluffy enough to deal with competing in beauty pagents. Guess I am just a normal average girl.
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| busy 2005-06-18 00:17:15 ET |
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I have nothing interesting to say.
I work alot. And I find that there is always at least one person, whom I am in frequent contact with, that I can never seem to pull my act together in front of. These special individuals are often people I am trying really hard to show that I am a well adjusted and mature adult who can be responcible. Forever this person will be my father. Currently at second place.... Is my lighting professor. I am quite sure I am the bane of his exsistance.
Well an exploding soda and miscomunication are all esential parts of the misadventures of being Kelly.
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| celebrating a life. 2005-06-12 07:51:24 ET |
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My sister's Father in Law died this past week. Viral Hepititis, very sudden. He was a higher member of the moose lodge in the area. The Moose lodge put on the service for him.
I didn't know him well. I am ashamed to recall thinking that I was happy he was Trisha's father in law and that I wouldn't have to spend too much time around him. I am only ashamed because there were so many people there who cherished this man that I didn't really care to get to know. It was a new experiece for me to attend a "funeral" in bar. I suppose my favorite moment would be someone's quick finish of a drink before leading the group into singing Amazing Grace.
I am sad for my Brother in law and sad for my sister. I cannot imagine loosing my parents yet.
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