It's Definitely Friday...

Just another day in paradise at work today. Friday's always suck. It's like the second you walk through the door, shit happens. And it goes down hill from there. Today was no different...not that I expected it to be.

On my way out the door, I was reminded of exactly where I work, as some guy walking through our parking lot to InTown Suites was surrounded by the cops and guns were drawn. A helocopter, at least seven police cars, two K9 detectives and a shit load of chaos....never a dull moment on OBT. Makes you feel safe leaving work.

Found Justin on My Space today. Justin is Teri's husband. I think about him and her all the time....the sorrow he must be going through and the pain he must be feeling. How unfair and unfortunate life can be, and how things just never seem to make any sense. Although I did not know Teri long, I realized the beauty in their marriage....and I can only hope that the love they shared will give Justin the strength to carry on. I wish I could make it all go away...bring her back for him.

I read some of his blogs, and the tears poured down. Those feels of missing her, the sadness of it all, the pain Justin must be feeling and the feeling of helplessness.

We're going to see Kenny and Eric play tonight and I look forward to that. A little distraction always did a body good. Drink away my sorrows and sing away the pain.

37 Days til Life Begins...

ou ever had those mornings that you felt that you should have never gotten out of bed? Well, I think today was one of those...I don't think my alarm went off, so I woke up 45 minutes late. I rushed to get ready, had to chase down my clothes everywhere, and left without breakfast or lunch. Halfway to work, I decided, "well, I'm late already" and stopped for breakfast. Traffic could have been better, but I arrived about 40 minutes late....not really a big deal.

I'm tired, and whiny....but in a pretty good mood. I'm 37 days away from graduating, which is fabulous, although I feel like I'm not goign to survive those last 37 days. I'm feeling rushed to complete all those last minute things for class, but then I find myself going "It's not like I'm going to be here next semester." Problem is, if I don't get it done, I am going to be here next semester. Eww....9 years of college was enough. So I don't think that my life hasn't begun yet (not like the subject), but I am looking forward to when I can spend my time doing things I have looked forward to doing for so long - such as learn how to play guitar, lose weight (yeah!), learn to ballroom dance, travel, sleep....just to name a few.

My resume is out in Texas and Tennessee, and I'm hoping to hear good news soon. I'm a bit panic stricken though, as my house is not ready to be shown, should we need to sell it. I'm trying to get things in order, but it's hard, what with school, and everything else. Weird to think that there's a chance I may not be living here within a few months...but then again, they may not be interested in me, and I may be looking for work locally...."never count your chickens before they are hatched."