I cannot even tell the many things that have changed in my life, since last time I posted without writing a book. Instead, I will start, as if, I have been writing all along.

It seems important to stop and take a moment to say that I love my job.

It may not be the job that I wanted when I was a child, but it just did not work out for me to be a marine biologist, pediatrician or a lawyer. However, it turns out I was never meant to be those things and that in the end it is not my "day job" that will define my life, but it is my work at my church. Anyway, back to

loving my job...it is so lovable not because of the tasks I do, but because of the benefits I get. The list is long, but one such benefit is a nice free lunch, and another great benefit is weekends are off. Those two are just the tip of the iceberg, but important for me, since I many of the things I do for church involves nights and weekends.

As much as I love my job, there are times where I gripe about my job. What happens in these cases is I feel guilty for thinking such things. Why should I complain about my job, when (A) many people do not have jobs and (B) it is helping me achieve things part of a much greater purpose. However, sometimes I am just tired, sometimes I am just sick, and sometimes I just want to go home because I have some new toy (usually an electronic thing) waiting for me (side note: I could not have bought this without the wonderful job I have.)

OR sometimes I am just feeling a bit "woe is me." When this happens, I just want to be in bed watching something comedic. Today was going pretty good. Although I did not get myself out of bed to work out (this may have been what ultimately changed the outcome of today), I got up and got ready and went to pick up somethings for work at our warehouse. There was more boxes then anticipated, so I had to spend twenty minutes trying to make the boxes fit. Because it took longer than anticipated, I could not get my morning fix of Go Girl (Trust me...this is not

good.) When I finally arrived at work, I called to get help with boxes and that is when I realized that my truck was leaking. AND when I say leaking, I mean BLEEDING profusely. In a matter of minutes a huge puddle was forming. At this point I am trying to hold it all in. I called AAA to have it towed to my auto shop (paid $20 because it was over the miles) and it turns out to be just steering wheel fluid hose that broke. To get this fixed, I have to pay $370! It is frustrating because I know that I probably do not NEED to get it fixed, but I should.

As I was cleaning up after lunch, in order to make it nice for a client coming in, I lost out on a chance to see one of my favorite things!! I was cleaning and did not hear my boss call me to try and give me Pageant of the Masters tickets. I missed out and all because I was cleaning like I am supposed to! After the morning I had, this probably would have changed my whole day around and instead it just made it worse.

Now that I feel this way, I just want to drown myself in desserts and I want a gosh darn Go Girl. UGH! It is a complete "woe is me" attitude and it will all pass, but it just really sucks right at this point.

Embracing the "fluff" to play the game and the anti-online student.

Definition of "fluff" : The BS information put between actual content to make the assignment more school worthy.

Background: I have a plan and in this plan I have to go back to school. The school that I need to attend is only online. These online classes are good and bad. Good because they work with my schedule and bad because my learning style struggles with the online format.

I have been learning to embrace my ability to "fluff." However, sometimes it is hard to do this because I just think it is a waste of time and sometimes I feel it is a form of lying.

Why do I have to give you a minimum word count? Why can we not just base on the information that is known and not on how much "fluff" that is given?

Oh well...

Fanciest Bag

I was at my friend's house today doing laundry. Doing laundry at friend's house makes laundry a lot more fun. It is a time to just hang with one of my best friend's. Now granted when I am desperately in need of something that is dirty and my apartment communal washing machines are full... I don't need to go into that.

My friend wanted to go over some of her son's work to see how he has been doing. He is in first grade. She found one homework that asked him to color a shopping bag that would be found at the world's fanciest store. What????? He colored a green circle in the middle and the rest was colored black. He got a C-. Now I realize that his coloring isn't fancy let alone the fanciest, but I just don't understand the assignment.

Why did the assignment call for a first grader to color a bag from the fanciest store? What did the other kids' bags look like? Did they have some sort of lesson on what fancy is? What is really fancy? What does the teacher think is fancy? What store would be considered fancy? WHY FANCIEST?!

Then I wanted to know why he colored what he colored. Could he possibly be thinking that what he drew was fancy? Was it representing something fancy even though it isn't fancy? Like maybe it was supposed to be an egg, like those fancy glass ones and he just isn't a good realist colorer (new word.) Or maybe the teacher talked about green being a fancy color. I just want to know more. I want to know what the lesson was about. It is driving me crazy.

Does anybody have a clue?

Basically...

I added this blog as sort of a place to vent or place opinions or whatever.  There are just days I want to say a whole bunch of stuff (mostly to not forget) or tell my side of the story or tell someone about this awesome experience I had.  I suppose this is the reason people have blogs.  

Anyway, I would like to warn people about my writing and grammar skills.  I suck!  And although some people love correcting me both in my verbal and writing...I hate it.   I have decided I need a shirt that says "If you correct my grammar, then I will correct your face."  Not that I am a violent person, but it shows how I feel about people correcting me.   I won't take your advice on my writing skills because I don't care that I suck.  I just want to type what I want to type, ALRIGHT?!