I’m starting to think I might try and find something else to do until we move. Meaning, I really don’t know how much longer I can stay at my current FT job. This has got to be the worst day I have experienced here since I started. The two people I actually get along with are two of the women upstairs. One is gone today, and the other is having a bad day too. The “drama queen” of the bunch is getting on her nerves and being nosy and just causing her usual drama, the lawyers are off doing their own thing, except for one. And ofcourse, he expects me to get all of this crazy stuff done today… which is impossible. I had to call a company earlier today to have a loan canceled for a man that died a couple weeks ago. I talked to SIX foreign people who didn’t have a CLUE what I was saying! I was on the phone for TWO hours with that company, that’s ridiculous! I am taking a break now, a well deserved one I do believe! Haha!
I thought about talking to the day supervisor at the childcare I work at to see if she needs someone else during the day, but at that conference center you can’t work two jobs for them, so I’d lose my PT job, and they don’t pay as well during the day. I’m just stuck I guess you could say. I’m exhausted, and tired… and I just want to go home and go to bed. But instead I’ll be going to work tonight to play with kids…which isn’t actually a bad thing, but at the moment I want to go home and sleep until my FUN job! We’ll probably be watching a movie since it’s raining…. but anyways…
Off to do more pointless paperwork and get yelled at because I forgot to dot my i’s and cross my t’s…
“What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?”
In exactly two months, Justin & I should be well on our way to a new home, to a new state, and a new start on our lives, can you believe it? Everyday we get closer and closer and I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. For the first time, we are doing something with absolutely no help from anyone else. Well, with the exception of mom & dad helping us move, but we knew that was going to happen, lol! We are SO excited!
A lot is going on lately that I can’t post about just yet, but I’m excited to say that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been! I just started my part time job working in the childcare for a local conference center, I’ve worked there before, but always during the day. This year I’m working nights and weekends, and I LOVE it! I wish I could do this all the time, but sadly it wouldn’t pay the bills 🙁
I’ve been thinking a lot about my grandfathers lately, about the memories… so I thought I’d post a little…. or a lot… about them today. My paternal grandfather, whom I call “Papaw” passed away in October 2006. He had to be one of the most loving and compassionate people I’ve ever known, but he never showed you that physically…. but you just knew the love he had for you. My brother and I spent most of our childhood at my paternal grandparents while our parents worked. I remember going to their house and eating milk and cornbread for breakfast and watching bugs bunny or wiley coyote while Papaw read the paper. Granny would play Rummy with us, and she ALWAYS beat us, and I’m beginning to think it’s because she’s a huge cheater!!! Papaw would take us outside and help us catch junebugs, and tye a string around it’s back legs so we could fly it around like a little airplane. Sometimes he’d take Granny and me with him to work in his garden. We’d walk up to see my “Little Granny” (my grandmother’s mother) and play with my cousins. Sunday afternoons after church, we’d climb into Papaw’s car and slowly but surely make it to the grocery store to buy a gallon bucket of chicken, jojo potatoes, mashed potatoes and green beans for lunch. When I was very small, we’d go visit my Papaw’s mother in the nursing home, but I don’t remember a whole lot about that…. except for the smell of the nursing home. I think everyone knows that smell!!
My maternal grandfather, “Papaw Steve”, wasn’t a part of my life when I was younger. I had met him before but I don’t remember meeting him until I was 8 or 9 years old. I didn’t really understand why my mom had two dads and two moms, I just knew that he was my mom’s real dad and that he lived far away. Even though I didn’t know him as well as I knew my paternal Papaw, I do have many fond memories with him. One Christmas he built a dollhouse for me, a little miniature log cabin with furniture to match. I LOVED that dollhouse, I still have it at my mom’s house actually, I think! He was always quiet, never really said much, but we knew that he loved us. He even walked me down the aisle, along with my dad… he was so happy that day, I’ll never forget that. Papaw Steve passed away a month after my wedding on Thanksgiving Day of 2007. He was an amazing man. I learned about all the amazing things he did throughout his life at his funeral and for weeks after that. He was truly and amazing man.
Since I have a verse posted on Papaw Steve’s picture, I’ll use that verse today…
” ‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’ “
This week has flown by, but I tell you what… today could not go any slower! I don’t have much to write about, atleast not anything I want public at the moment. But I thought I’d just pop in and say hello!
The joy of the Lord is my strength. The joy of the Lord is my strength. The joy of the Lord is my strength. I have to keep telling myself that over and over again. It’s so hard to remember that sometimes…. the joy of the Lord is my strength. I am a very impatient person… I want everything when I want, how I want it and I want it NOW. Our parents keep telling us, you shouldn’t move now, you should wait… you shouldn’t move to TN, it’s not the right place for you. For once, my moving fast might be a good thing. I don’t think we will ever get out from under our parent’s unless we make this change. We need to REALLY be on our own, rely on ourselves and make our own way. We want to start a family, and I want to go back to school, we want to have a house of our own someday…. and we can and WILL have that/do that. But it will never happen unless we do it by ourselves. I don’t think our parents realize that. I honestly wish we had kept it to ourselves and told them a month before we were moved. I knew they would try and talk us out of it…. they did the same thing before we got married. I’m not a little girl or a teenager anymore, I am wife, a woman and someday I will be a mommy. I have to make my own decisions and decide which path to take. This is the one we’ve chosen, Justin and I, this is the one we choose to take.