Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Up too late.....as usual
I have to say that not having a set schedule has really messed up my sleep pattern. I have class two days a week and I can still sleep in to probably 8AM and rush and get to class on time. Needless to say that I really need a job, not just for the money, but for the structure. I do best with structure in my life.
The interview today seemed to go pretty well. I should hopefully know by Friday. I'd really like to have a job.
Hmmmm what else is new.
We got some free firewood back on the 7th and so we've been splitting that. I went outside today to see my neighbor out splitting some. He used my ax of course. I have gotten an ax and a chainsaw recently. Wow I really sound Alaskan now.
My neighbor and I were talking while he was splitting wood. It's always interesting to talk to him. Sometimes he needs to borrow tools or something and I almost always seem to have it. We both commented on how it was funny that his girlfriend posted on facebook asking if anyone had space heaters and a couple days later a serger or sewing machine. We obviously I have both of those things (well not a serger but I do have a sewing machine). I joked that she just needed to do what he does and text me. He laughed. He had gotten home today and she was working on her Halloween costume (hence the reason for the sewing machine) and asked her where she got the sewing machine from. She said, "Becki." His comment to me was, "You have everything." He said that he feels like they have nothing since there is stuff they need that they don't have a frequently we have it. He joked that we have stuff cause maybe we'll use it for something, which isn't completely true. I can say that I've used all of my tools (except maybe the brand new ones) for something. I only buy things that have a purpose to me. Goodness knows that I already have too many things to begin with. I just don't know what I'd get rid of. I am definitely my neighbors' go to person for tools and such. It's kinda funny. I guess it's a good thing that my parents raised me to have the tools I need and to be self sufficient. (Well right now as self sufficient as I can be while unemployed).
I appreciate that my parents have raised me well enough to know that I can solve my own problems without running to people, giving up, without trying to solve it first. Many things can be solved with a conversation (or duct tape). And of course my parents have helped out anyway that they can but I hate asking them for things. I'm not really good at asking for help and that is in direct correlation to my upbringing. I have lots of skills and it's a good thing too, cause who else is going to take care of me.
I am woman, hear me roar....(musical interlude on a tuba).
When I've dated other guys, they have almost all been intimidated by me. A friend of mine says that it's because they are insecure and immature. I would agree. I'm happy that Bryan is secure enough in himself that my ability to do a lot of different things (and do them well) doesn't bother him. Honestly I think he's glad that I can take care of myself. He takes really good care of me though. Frequently he'll cook for me, apparently I have a look when I'm getting hungry and he knows it. (I'm less than chipper when I'm hungry). We are a pretty good team. We frequently "bounce" ideas off of each other. I'd have to say we compliment each other well. Now don't go thinking that I'm out going on about finding my soul-mate or any other such nonsense. We're a good fit (most of the time) but it's definitely not perfect and like every relationship, it's work. Overall, I'd say our relationship works. (I hope I'm not jinxing myself by putting it in writing).
All in all, despite the set backs, life is really good. Yes I'm unemployed, money is more than tight, I've gained a few pounds, and I hate being a student; but, I have so many blessings that it's hard not to be happy. Truly what more do you need than good food, good friends, and a good attitude. It makes life so much better.
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