I'm usually not one to talk about religion much unless I know someone really well, but I just can't resist sharing some of the blessings that have been happening around me lately.
First of all, I have to mention that my amazing BFF got accepted to law school at Ole Miss and Mississippi College. Also, MC (the much more expensive of the two) offered her a pretty big scholarship based on her academic achievement, so it's really up to her to decide which she'd rather attend. Also, my fabulous sister has a pharmacy school interview at Ole Miss this weekend. This is both of their dreams come true, and I am truly thankful that God is helping them achieve their goals.
Last Monday (Jan. 24) my coworker's husband was hospitalized with a staph infection that had been untreated. It turned into a flesh-eating infection, and he has had multiple surgeries and has been on a ventilator ever since. For a few days, they honestly didn't know if he would make it. But they prayed. And they asked others to pray. And those others asked even more people to pray. Lots and lots of churches had him on their prayer list. And guess what? He is recovering. He came off the ventilator today. I still don't think he's out of the woods completely, so if you're reading this, send one up for him. Because the prayers are working.
And last but not least, the thing that affects me most directly. As you may know, I moved three hours from home to take a new, better-paying job that actually relates to my degree. My fiancé came with me because, you know, we're getting married and stuff. But he has a business degree and no experience, which is the worst thing to have in this economy. He has been looking for a job since December, filling out applications and visiting job centers. And today, he got not one, but two calls for interviews!
I am just so thankful that God is answering so many prayers.
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Our BIG 2010
If there is one word that describes 2010, it's big. So many huge things happened in our lives--some of them good, some of them bad.
We started off the year with the passing of my wonderful fiancé's great-grandmother, whom he loved dearly. And let me tell you, she was a fabulous lady. Even in her 80s, she insisted on mowing her own yard. She also made a killer batch of party mix that none of the family has quite mastered. I miss visiting her, but I know my fiancé misses her more.
We also lost our sweet kitty Luna, but subsequently took in our big orange baby, Tibbot. We don't know what life would be like without him.
In March, my first freelance articles appeared in print, and I realized that I didn't waste a lot of time and money on a worthless degree.
In April, I threw my grandmother a surprise 70th birthday party under the guise of a family Easter get-together. I had my whole family in on it and started planning a year in advance, so I was surprised that she didn't figure it out beforehand.
That same day, however, my cousin passed away. He had been sick for a while, but I don't think that ever makes it easier. I still miss the way he used to pick on me.
In May, my little cousin was born, the first girl in our family in about 14 years. Also, after seven long years of waiting, my wonderful boyfriend finally became my wonderful fiancé.
In June, my fiancé lost another very special person, his mom. She hadn't let anyone know how bad her cancer was, so it came as a total shock. We miss her so much, but I feel like she sends little signs that she is still around, like the pink rose that bloomed at my house on her birthday in November (she passed away from breast cancer), or the first snow we've had on Christmas Day in decades (she loved snow).
In October, I got the chance of a lifetime to work for the publishing company I had been freelancing for. It involved moving three hours from home, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Before I could move, however, I ended up in the emergency room with a kidney stone and learned that I only had one kidney. During surgery to remove the stone and few others still in my kidney (they don't like to let single-kidney patients pass them on their own), the doctor discovered that I'd never had a kidney because I didn't even have an opening for a right ureter. Funny thing is, lots of people only have one kidney; usually, though, they're missing the left kidney instead of the right one. That put me down for a couple weeks, but I finally got my strength up to move and start my new job. I also brought home little Oscar to keep Tibbot company. Needless to say, our lives are never boring.
What's left for 2011? Well, I will finally become Mrs. Coleman. Apart from that, I have no clue. Here's hoping for bigger and better things in 2011. If New Year's was any indication, it should be an amazing year!
We started off the year with the passing of my wonderful fiancé's great-grandmother, whom he loved dearly. And let me tell you, she was a fabulous lady. Even in her 80s, she insisted on mowing her own yard. She also made a killer batch of party mix that none of the family has quite mastered. I miss visiting her, but I know my fiancé misses her more.
We also lost our sweet kitty Luna, but subsequently took in our big orange baby, Tibbot. We don't know what life would be like without him.
In March, my first freelance articles appeared in print, and I realized that I didn't waste a lot of time and money on a worthless degree.
In April, I threw my grandmother a surprise 70th birthday party under the guise of a family Easter get-together. I had my whole family in on it and started planning a year in advance, so I was surprised that she didn't figure it out beforehand.
That same day, however, my cousin passed away. He had been sick for a while, but I don't think that ever makes it easier. I still miss the way he used to pick on me.
In May, my little cousin was born, the first girl in our family in about 14 years. Also, after seven long years of waiting, my wonderful boyfriend finally became my wonderful fiancé.
In June, my fiancé lost another very special person, his mom. She hadn't let anyone know how bad her cancer was, so it came as a total shock. We miss her so much, but I feel like she sends little signs that she is still around, like the pink rose that bloomed at my house on her birthday in November (she passed away from breast cancer), or the first snow we've had on Christmas Day in decades (she loved snow).
In October, I got the chance of a lifetime to work for the publishing company I had been freelancing for. It involved moving three hours from home, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Before I could move, however, I ended up in the emergency room with a kidney stone and learned that I only had one kidney. During surgery to remove the stone and few others still in my kidney (they don't like to let single-kidney patients pass them on their own), the doctor discovered that I'd never had a kidney because I didn't even have an opening for a right ureter. Funny thing is, lots of people only have one kidney; usually, though, they're missing the left kidney instead of the right one. That put me down for a couple weeks, but I finally got my strength up to move and start my new job. I also brought home little Oscar to keep Tibbot company. Needless to say, our lives are never boring.
What's left for 2011? Well, I will finally become Mrs. Coleman. Apart from that, I have no clue. Here's hoping for bigger and better things in 2011. If New Year's was any indication, it should be an amazing year!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
NYE 5QF
1. How long does your Christmas tree stay up?
Usually, it's up until well after New Year's Day. We took it down last night, though, because our kitten kept climbing it.
2. Do you have plans for New Year's Eve?
YES! My wonderful fiancé and I are meeting my awesome BFF on the Coast tomorrow! We got hooked up with a great hotel room through my work, and we're going to see what we can get into at the casinos. :)
3. Do you have any New Year's resolutions?
Eat healthier, lose weight, and get in shape for the Big Day!
4. How did you spend New Year's Eve when you were younger?
Watching movies until midnight and shooting fireworks with my family while watching the ball drop.
5. What was the best way you've ever spent New Year's Eve?
Up until last year, we've always done the fireworks-and-ball drop with family and friends at my aunt and uncle's house. My favorite was the first year my wonderful boyfriend and I were dating, when we went to light the fireworks and he surprised me with a midnight kiss. :)
Usually, it's up until well after New Year's Day. We took it down last night, though, because our kitten kept climbing it.
2. Do you have plans for New Year's Eve?
YES! My wonderful fiancé and I are meeting my awesome BFF on the Coast tomorrow! We got hooked up with a great hotel room through my work, and we're going to see what we can get into at the casinos. :)
3. Do you have any New Year's resolutions?
Eat healthier, lose weight, and get in shape for the Big Day!
4. How did you spend New Year's Eve when you were younger?
Watching movies until midnight and shooting fireworks with my family while watching the ball drop.
5. What was the best way you've ever spent New Year's Eve?
Up until last year, we've always done the fireworks-and-ball drop with family and friends at my aunt and uncle's house. My favorite was the first year my wonderful boyfriend and I were dating, when we went to light the fireworks and he surprised me with a midnight kiss. :)
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Day 06: a photo of someone you love.
Maybe I cheated a little, because this is a photo of me and someone I love, but you'll get over it. This is my younger cousin, but he's more like a brother. Our moms are twins and we grew up right next to each other. This was at his high school graduation celebration at church, May 2009.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Count Your Blessings, Name Them One by One
So many bad things have happened this month, I think it's time to remember what all I'm thankful for.
I am so, so thankful that my friend at work didn't lose her baby! She went back to the doctor on Tuesday and they saw the sweet little thing's hearbeat. Her husband even teared up.
I really, really prayed hard that her baby would be OK, so I am also thankful for an awesome God who answers prayers.
I am thankful for my amazing BFF, who was willing to put herself into awkward situations last weekend because she knew I might need her.
I am thankful that I got to know my cousin for 23 years, even though he aggravated me to death when I was little (and even some when I got older). He was the big brother I never had. He had a tough life filled with lots of sickness, and even though my whole family will miss him, I am thankful that he is no longer in pain.
Finally, I am thankful for all the time I got to spend with my family this week, even if it was under sad circumstances. Sometimes, all you need is the people you love.
I am so, so thankful that my friend at work didn't lose her baby! She went back to the doctor on Tuesday and they saw the sweet little thing's hearbeat. Her husband even teared up.
I really, really prayed hard that her baby would be OK, so I am also thankful for an awesome God who answers prayers.
I am thankful for my amazing BFF, who was willing to put herself into awkward situations last weekend because she knew I might need her.
I am thankful that I got to know my cousin for 23 years, even though he aggravated me to death when I was little (and even some when I got older). He was the big brother I never had. He had a tough life filled with lots of sickness, and even though my whole family will miss him, I am thankful that he is no longer in pain.
Finally, I am thankful for all the time I got to spend with my family this week, even if it was under sad circumstances. Sometimes, all you need is the people you love.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Free Write
I really haven't been keeping up with this blog as much as I wanted to. I just realized that it had been about 3 weeks since I last posted (before yesterday, that is), but that's around the time my cousin went into the hospital for the last time and he really started going downhill. So everything kind of all got saved up and spit out in my last post.
I don't know if this sounds awful or abnormal or what but I kind of feel like I'm trying not to get upset until it's all over with. Like, I feel like I need to keep myself together through tomorrow and after it's all over I can have myself a good cry about it. It's not that I didn't love my cousin. He aggravated the whey out of me when I was little but it sure makes for good memories now. He used to tell me that the Snards were going to get me, which is probably why I still think things are going to "get me" when I'm home alone. (Have I told you about my completely irrational fear or zombies? We'll talk about that one another day.)
I just feel so sad for my Aunt K. He was her only baby, and his daddy left them when he was little, probably still just a baby. So he was kind of communally raised by my whole family and everybody is really upset over it. Tonight was the first time I had ever seen my Uncle S cry, and he has pretty much been my dad (along with my Papaw B) my whole life, so that really got me.
The funeral home does one of those picture memorials and there were several pictures of my cousin with his grandkids. One of his stepdaughters, had a baby when she was 13, and we were all really embarrassed then, but now that I think about it, I think God allowed it to happen so my cousin could get to enjoy a grandchild. When they brought my cousin home from the hospital the last time, he kept talking about taking his grandson to the zoo. I just wish he would have got to do it.
Like I said, I'm trying not to get myself all sad and upset until it's all over, but all bets are off for the funeral tomorrow. That's going to be a really tough thing for everyone to go through, and if my own sadness doesn't get me, I know my family's will.
I don't know if this sounds awful or abnormal or what but I kind of feel like I'm trying not to get upset until it's all over with. Like, I feel like I need to keep myself together through tomorrow and after it's all over I can have myself a good cry about it. It's not that I didn't love my cousin. He aggravated the whey out of me when I was little but it sure makes for good memories now. He used to tell me that the Snards were going to get me, which is probably why I still think things are going to "get me" when I'm home alone. (Have I told you about my completely irrational fear or zombies? We'll talk about that one another day.)
I just feel so sad for my Aunt K. He was her only baby, and his daddy left them when he was little, probably still just a baby. So he was kind of communally raised by my whole family and everybody is really upset over it. Tonight was the first time I had ever seen my Uncle S cry, and he has pretty much been my dad (along with my Papaw B) my whole life, so that really got me.
The funeral home does one of those picture memorials and there were several pictures of my cousin with his grandkids. One of his stepdaughters, had a baby when she was 13, and we were all really embarrassed then, but now that I think about it, I think God allowed it to happen so my cousin could get to enjoy a grandchild. When they brought my cousin home from the hospital the last time, he kept talking about taking his grandson to the zoo. I just wish he would have got to do it.
Like I said, I'm trying not to get myself all sad and upset until it's all over, but all bets are off for the funeral tomorrow. That's going to be a really tough thing for everyone to go through, and if my own sadness doesn't get me, I know my family's will.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Horrible/Wonderful/Horrible Week
Remember the future sister-in-law that I blogged about here? Well, let's just say I had a change of heart. (The only constant is change, remember?) I thought, if she's going to be in my life, especially if she's going to be the mother of my niece or nephew, I am going to try my hardest to like her. My grandma was feeling the same way, and had even talked to her about their upcoming wedding and baby names. Heck, I even offered to take their wedding pictures!
Well, I got the news from my sister and grandma Monday that Future SIL had lost the baby. And honestly, I was really sad. I was looking forward to a niece or nephew to spoil rotten. And I know they were excited, too. But, I guess everything happens for a reason, and right now just wasn't the right time for them to have a child. That doesn't make it any easier, though.
Last week, we found out one of my good friends from work is also pregnant. She and her husband have been trying since January, and girl had a full-blown case of baby fever. Then she started having really bad cramps. A trip to the doctor yielded the possibility that it's either normal or a miscarriage. They're tracking the levels of pregnancy hormone in her blood in hopes of finding out something. She's still feeling sick, which I take to be a good sign, but what do I know about pregnancy? I just keep praying that her baby's OK.
On to the better part of the week. Friday, my wonderful boyfriend, my BFF, and I went to see Three Days Grace, Chevelle, and Adelitas Way at the BancorpSouth Center in Tupelo. It was an all-around great performance by all three bands. None of us had ever heard of Adelitas Way before, but after Friday night my BFF and I were in love. The lead singer was signing autographs after the show, so of course we bought a copy of their CD and got it signed. My BFF complemented them on their great show, the lead singer winked at her, and she said, "Ahhh," in a lovesick fashion. And he heard it. And chuckled. Plus, my WB ran smack-dab into him coming out of the bathroom. Jealous.
My BFF came home with me afterwards to help out with the Surprise 70th Birthday Party I've been planning for my Mamaw S for almost a year. We had told her our family was having an Easter get-together on Saturday so we would have an excuse to bring her to the party spot. For some reason, my mamaw kept getting the times mixed up and almost giving me a heart attack. We invited all her brothers and sisters, my grandpa's brothers and sisters, and everyone's kids and grandkids. My BFF, Mom, and I went to decorate the place, and we got everything put up pretty fast. We had a cake made with a dachshund on it since my mamaw has a weenie dog named Skeeter. It was adorable. Everyone arrived around 1 p.m., and we had my brother and his fiancée bring our mamaw at 1:30. She was so surprised when she walked in and everyone started singing "Happy Birthday" to her. I can't believe our huge family managed to keep it a secret for almost a year!
We even had a family picture made--the first one ever, I believe--of my mamaw, my dad, and all of us kids. And I made sure my WB and Future SIL were included. (My sister's boyfriend was at work, or he would have been in it, too.)
The only bad part about the day was, of course, my father. He made my sister text me on Friday to find out if my mom was invited to the party. He "didn't want to hurt my feelings, but he doesn't feel comfortable around her." Well, duh. Generally when you screw somebody over you don't feel comfortable around them anymore. My whole family wanted my mom to stay, but she wouldn't because she didn't want to create a scene. Then my dad proceeded not to speak to me the whole day. Can we nominate him for Father of the Year or what?
Around the end of the party, my stomach started feeling rumbly, like something wasn't settling well. I started to think that bacon and cheese covered jalapeños + strawberry cake was not a good combination. Still, after we cleaned up, the BFF and I went and spent a little time with Mamaw S at her house and talked about the party. Seth wanted us to stop by so my BFF could see his mom's puppy, so we did that. Stomach still feeling not so good. Starting to feel a little pukey but trying to hold off on losing my lunch until I got home.
Now we get to the really bad part. One of my cousins has been really sick for a long time. He's a hemophiliac, so he's had a lot of problems all his life. He doesn't have a spleen, and around Christmas he fell and broke his hip and had to have surgery (which was a really big ordeal because of the hemophilia). Anyway, he had been having some other problems and they discovered that he had a virus called toxoplasmosis attacking his brain. They started treating it, but nothing they did helped. They couldn't do surgery because they were afraid he would bleed to death. So basically they just had to let it be. Two weeks ago, around my birthday, he went into the hospital again and found out the virus was spreading. They told us he wouldn't live much longer and sent him home on hospice. So basically we have been waiting for two weeks for the inevitable to happen. And on Saturday, they told us it wouldn't be long at all.
So I'm trying to decide what to do with BFF, because I know she wouldn't want to intrude on such a private family moment unless she knew I needed her there. We finally decided for her to go to my house so she could check on her puppy and wait. My WB was going back to Oxford that night to work on Sunday, so she was hitching a ride back with him. We get home and my Aunt N walks out from my Mamaw P's, where she had been sent to get my mamaw's medicine, so I asked if I could hitch a ride up to my Aunt K's house with her. She says yes and goes back to get the medicine. The BFF and I get everything unloaded and the pukey feeling just won't wait anymore. I leave her unloading food that needs to be refrigerated and do my thing. As I'm brushing my teeth, Aunt N comes back and says they called from Aunt K's and said to leave everything and come right now. So we jump in the car and go. My cousin is gone by the time we get there. He was my Aunt K's only child, and I felt so bad for her. The funeral home was so busy this weekend that they couldn't get him out today, so visitation is today and the funeral is Tuesday. I'm missing two days of work, but my supervisor has known about this for weeks and she knew I was going to go home (or in this case, stay home) if anything happened.
Back to Saturday. It was my other cousin's birthday, the one who is like a brother to me. And I proceeded to get sick through his whole birthday party. Mom got me home and it just didn't stop. It felt just like last summer when I got food poisoning from Taco Bell. Mom had to call Aunt K to get me a dissolvable Phenergan because I couldn't keep the liquid down. I didn't eat anything that could give me food poisoning, so I'm thinking I got some kind of stomach flu. I'm feeling some better, but still not 100%.
I know this post was totally random, but there is so much on my mind and I just had to get it all out. Thanks for listening!
Well, I got the news from my sister and grandma Monday that Future SIL had lost the baby. And honestly, I was really sad. I was looking forward to a niece or nephew to spoil rotten. And I know they were excited, too. But, I guess everything happens for a reason, and right now just wasn't the right time for them to have a child. That doesn't make it any easier, though.
Last week, we found out one of my good friends from work is also pregnant. She and her husband have been trying since January, and girl had a full-blown case of baby fever. Then she started having really bad cramps. A trip to the doctor yielded the possibility that it's either normal or a miscarriage. They're tracking the levels of pregnancy hormone in her blood in hopes of finding out something. She's still feeling sick, which I take to be a good sign, but what do I know about pregnancy? I just keep praying that her baby's OK.
On to the better part of the week. Friday, my wonderful boyfriend, my BFF, and I went to see Three Days Grace, Chevelle, and Adelitas Way at the BancorpSouth Center in Tupelo. It was an all-around great performance by all three bands. None of us had ever heard of Adelitas Way before, but after Friday night my BFF and I were in love. The lead singer was signing autographs after the show, so of course we bought a copy of their CD and got it signed. My BFF complemented them on their great show, the lead singer winked at her, and she said, "Ahhh," in a lovesick fashion. And he heard it. And chuckled. Plus, my WB ran smack-dab into him coming out of the bathroom. Jealous.
My BFF came home with me afterwards to help out with the Surprise 70th Birthday Party I've been planning for my Mamaw S for almost a year. We had told her our family was having an Easter get-together on Saturday so we would have an excuse to bring her to the party spot. For some reason, my mamaw kept getting the times mixed up and almost giving me a heart attack. We invited all her brothers and sisters, my grandpa's brothers and sisters, and everyone's kids and grandkids. My BFF, Mom, and I went to decorate the place, and we got everything put up pretty fast. We had a cake made with a dachshund on it since my mamaw has a weenie dog named Skeeter. It was adorable. Everyone arrived around 1 p.m., and we had my brother and his fiancée bring our mamaw at 1:30. She was so surprised when she walked in and everyone started singing "Happy Birthday" to her. I can't believe our huge family managed to keep it a secret for almost a year!
We even had a family picture made--the first one ever, I believe--of my mamaw, my dad, and all of us kids. And I made sure my WB and Future SIL were included. (My sister's boyfriend was at work, or he would have been in it, too.)
The only bad part about the day was, of course, my father. He made my sister text me on Friday to find out if my mom was invited to the party. He "didn't want to hurt my feelings, but he doesn't feel comfortable around her." Well, duh. Generally when you screw somebody over you don't feel comfortable around them anymore. My whole family wanted my mom to stay, but she wouldn't because she didn't want to create a scene. Then my dad proceeded not to speak to me the whole day. Can we nominate him for Father of the Year or what?
Around the end of the party, my stomach started feeling rumbly, like something wasn't settling well. I started to think that bacon and cheese covered jalapeños + strawberry cake was not a good combination. Still, after we cleaned up, the BFF and I went and spent a little time with Mamaw S at her house and talked about the party. Seth wanted us to stop by so my BFF could see his mom's puppy, so we did that. Stomach still feeling not so good. Starting to feel a little pukey but trying to hold off on losing my lunch until I got home.
Now we get to the really bad part. One of my cousins has been really sick for a long time. He's a hemophiliac, so he's had a lot of problems all his life. He doesn't have a spleen, and around Christmas he fell and broke his hip and had to have surgery (which was a really big ordeal because of the hemophilia). Anyway, he had been having some other problems and they discovered that he had a virus called toxoplasmosis attacking his brain. They started treating it, but nothing they did helped. They couldn't do surgery because they were afraid he would bleed to death. So basically they just had to let it be. Two weeks ago, around my birthday, he went into the hospital again and found out the virus was spreading. They told us he wouldn't live much longer and sent him home on hospice. So basically we have been waiting for two weeks for the inevitable to happen. And on Saturday, they told us it wouldn't be long at all.
So I'm trying to decide what to do with BFF, because I know she wouldn't want to intrude on such a private family moment unless she knew I needed her there. We finally decided for her to go to my house so she could check on her puppy and wait. My WB was going back to Oxford that night to work on Sunday, so she was hitching a ride back with him. We get home and my Aunt N walks out from my Mamaw P's, where she had been sent to get my mamaw's medicine, so I asked if I could hitch a ride up to my Aunt K's house with her. She says yes and goes back to get the medicine. The BFF and I get everything unloaded and the pukey feeling just won't wait anymore. I leave her unloading food that needs to be refrigerated and do my thing. As I'm brushing my teeth, Aunt N comes back and says they called from Aunt K's and said to leave everything and come right now. So we jump in the car and go. My cousin is gone by the time we get there. He was my Aunt K's only child, and I felt so bad for her. The funeral home was so busy this weekend that they couldn't get him out today, so visitation is today and the funeral is Tuesday. I'm missing two days of work, but my supervisor has known about this for weeks and she knew I was going to go home (or in this case, stay home) if anything happened.
Back to Saturday. It was my other cousin's birthday, the one who is like a brother to me. And I proceeded to get sick through his whole birthday party. Mom got me home and it just didn't stop. It felt just like last summer when I got food poisoning from Taco Bell. Mom had to call Aunt K to get me a dissolvable Phenergan because I couldn't keep the liquid down. I didn't eat anything that could give me food poisoning, so I'm thinking I got some kind of stomach flu. I'm feeling some better, but still not 100%.
I know this post was totally random, but there is so much on my mind and I just had to get it all out. Thanks for listening!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Thankful Thursday
Saw this on Mrs. Briggs's blog and decided that I've been focusing too much on all the negative stuff in my life. Today I'm focusing on nothing but the things I'm thankful for!
First of all (and it's the first thing on my mind because I just got off the phone from setting up an interview), I'm thankful for Marianne Todd at Mississippi Weddings Magazine for giving me my shot, trusting me with so many stories and being an AMAZING boss! I can't wait to see this woman's vision in print.
On that note, I'm thankful that I've gotten almost all of my interviews for the story I'm working on. Five (possibly even six) out of seven ain't bad!
I'm thankful that tomorrow is PAYDAY!
I'm thankful that my friend B got a new job!
I'm thankful for my lovely friends and family (namely, Mom, my wonderful boyfriend, my amazing BFF and my lovely coworkers) for keeping me sane!
I'm thankful that, come May, I will have two new babies to spoil! My friend Lana's little boy, and my cousin Joey's little girl!
I'm thankful for my sweet big puppy, Buddy, and my evil little ginger cat, Tibbot!
I'm thankful that I get to go to Southaven with S and M tomorrow to eat yummy TGIFriday's and visit Target!
And finally, I'm thankful that the sun is starting to come out of hiding and that spring is almost here! I can't wait to get out of these layers and put on a skirt and a cute pair of sandals!
(Unfortunately, I don't know how to work that MckLinky thing, so if anyone could enlighten me, I'd be ever so thankful!)
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The Only Constant is Change
Lots of things seem to be changing in my life in such a short period of time. I'm having a little trouble processing all these new developments, and quite frankly, they're making me uneasy.
First of all, the job thing again. Just this week, one of my good friends, B, was let go because she was having some family issues that made her late sometimes. It doesn't really seem like it's been going on that long, and she did her very best to get to the office as quickly as possible. If she was 30 minutes late to work, she would make it up by only taking a 30 minute lunch, so it isn't like they were losing her effort.
There are a few of us--myself included--who have been habitual missers. In my case, it was because of sickness and migraines--which, thankfully, have gotten under control thanks to some handy little pills my doctor gave me--and I haven't missed a day in almost two months. (The last time was at the beginning of January, and it was because of a death in the family.) Others also miss because of sickness or personal issues. However, I can't help wonder why they didn't choose to eliminate any of us instead of B. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's because she had been with the company longer than any of us, and she probably made more than we do.
Let's back up to one week ago. My sister called and woke me up from a perfectly good nap to tell me that our brother had proposed to his girlfriend. Now, this would normally be a happy development. However, our entire family loathes his little girlfriend. To borrow a phrase from our older kinfolks, she's too big for her britches. She steps into a place where she has no right to be, as in telling his mother (my dad's wife) off because of my brother's curfew. Also, to quote Kanye West, "I ain't sayin' she's a gold-digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke..."
No, wait. That's exactly what I'm saying. She's a gold-digger. And to top it off, she made my brother quit his job because he wasn't spending enough time with her. How these two things fit together, I don't know.
Now let's fast forward to yesterday. My sister texts me with the wonderful news that Little Miss Gold-Digger is pregnant. She's a senior in high school. My brother is 20 and has nothing but a college diploma. These kids were building a shack out of scrap metal to live in because they're "sick of everyone." And now they are going to bring a child into their deluded world?
What's more, now my family and I are going to have to tolerate her if we want any hope of ever being involved in this child's life. Let's just say I hoped finding out I was going to be an aunt would be a much happier occasion. But, you get what you get and you deal with it. And life goes on.
First of all, the job thing again. Just this week, one of my good friends, B, was let go because she was having some family issues that made her late sometimes. It doesn't really seem like it's been going on that long, and she did her very best to get to the office as quickly as possible. If she was 30 minutes late to work, she would make it up by only taking a 30 minute lunch, so it isn't like they were losing her effort.
There are a few of us--myself included--who have been habitual missers. In my case, it was because of sickness and migraines--which, thankfully, have gotten under control thanks to some handy little pills my doctor gave me--and I haven't missed a day in almost two months. (The last time was at the beginning of January, and it was because of a death in the family.) Others also miss because of sickness or personal issues. However, I can't help wonder why they didn't choose to eliminate any of us instead of B. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's because she had been with the company longer than any of us, and she probably made more than we do.
Let's back up to one week ago. My sister called and woke me up from a perfectly good nap to tell me that our brother had proposed to his girlfriend. Now, this would normally be a happy development. However, our entire family loathes his little girlfriend. To borrow a phrase from our older kinfolks, she's too big for her britches. She steps into a place where she has no right to be, as in telling his mother (my dad's wife) off because of my brother's curfew. Also, to quote Kanye West, "I ain't sayin' she's a gold-digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke..."
No, wait. That's exactly what I'm saying. She's a gold-digger. And to top it off, she made my brother quit his job because he wasn't spending enough time with her. How these two things fit together, I don't know.
Now let's fast forward to yesterday. My sister texts me with the wonderful news that Little Miss Gold-Digger is pregnant. She's a senior in high school. My brother is 20 and has nothing but a college diploma. These kids were building a shack out of scrap metal to live in because they're "sick of everyone." And now they are going to bring a child into their deluded world?
What's more, now my family and I are going to have to tolerate her if we want any hope of ever being involved in this child's life. Let's just say I hoped finding out I was going to be an aunt would be a much happier occasion. But, you get what you get and you deal with it. And life goes on.
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