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| Another day but Thank God it's Friday and also payday! You can't beat that right?
Doing alot of reflecting still. Am I where I want to be in life at 34 years old? In some things yes and in others no. In my marriage yes. My children yes. My job, definitely not, my finances, well, I don't think any of us are ever quite where we want to be with finances. My dreams? Well I've still got quite a few, a good many actually that I still would love to accomplish.
I want to and have always wanted to write a children's book. I have had several poems published but I still want to write a children's book. Anybody else ever wanted to write a book or started one or actually got published? How about anybody ever done any freelance writing? | | |
| I have been gone from xanga for an extremely long time but I have lately decided that I need to return and write down some thoughts. Nothing like a blog to get your thoughts together. Writing things down just helps to sort out things so much easier. And do I ever have alot to sort out here lately. My husband is finally home from prison. After all those nightmare years he finally made it home but he came home with cancer! Of the pancreas. He's only 28 such it has been such a complete shock to us all. He is unable to work as he waits on his surgery so I'm still having to float us all financially by myself. His family doesn't help us a bit, nor will they. In fact after he got home and they found out how much my salary was, within a week we had two phone calls wanting money from them. What nerve. I make pretty decent money I guess but barely enough to keep us up and certainly not enough to keep all of them up! He has decided not to talk to them and I hope he continues. He hasn't spoken with any of them in over a month and things sure have been alot more peaceful. I really hate to sound evil here but you'd have to know these people to truly understand. They are drug addicts, drink constantly, steal and con people as much as they can and go through job after job. They turned their back on my husband when he was in prison, they acted like he never existed and then when he has cancer and they know I am having to pay for his meds and all cause he can't work, they call with sob stories about they can't pay their house payment. Tough! Maybe they should have thought about that house payment before they gave all their money to the drug dealers! I feel much better already. I think it was a good idea for me to come back. It's great to be able to sit down and vent and just get it all out. And there is no one for me to vent to or talk to out here.
On the positive side we started attending a really nice church. People there are great, very friendly, make you feel right at home. My daughters like it and so does hubby and I'm really happy there. I think I"ll go and bop around a bit and look at some other blogs since its been forever since I surfed xanga! :) | | |
| Valentine's Day Story... Excerpt from a letter I'm writing right now to a friend. Something that happened to me tonight while I was working at the nursing home.
And this other lady I want to tell you about. She’s somewhere in her 80s. I was helping her get ready for bed and went to put her things up in her drawer. She has this box and it’s a beautiful box, gold with roses on it and I said how pretty it was. She points to her bulletin board and tells me to go and look at a certain picture and I did. This picture is of her as a young girl looking in a mailbox on the side of a road. I ask her what was she looking for. She points back to the box and tells me the most amazing story. The picture is of her checking the mail which she did every single day when her true love was in the war in WW2. She said she waited on the mailman as soon as she woke up in the mornings. The box contained every letter that he wrote to her. She kept them. With her. All these years.
Now the thing is that she was 17 when this happened. He was 18. He got killed at 18, on a ship that got sunk by the enemy troops. But all these years, what 60 something years later she carries those letters in a special box with her still. She told me all about him, his name was Owen and she said she “loved him to pieces”. Said she never got over it, never forgot him. Obviously. Nobody will ever again be able to tell me there is no such thing as real, true love that lasts. I have now seen it with my own eyes.
Happy Love day everybody. :) | | |
| Does anybody know anything about bloggingnetwork.com? It's a place where you get paid when people read your blogs? I was looking at it and it don't look any different than here. Anybody know what the catch is? | | |
| Does anybody out there have what's called a "toxic family" besides me? I do not understand it. I had wonderful sets of Grandparents. But my parents and my aunts and uncles are just different. They have all got to be the most uncompassionate people in the world. Can anybody tell just yet that I am very unhappy today? :( All the rain we are having is fitting right along in with my mood. | | |
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