Another Day

Another long day of work and running around. And what do I find out . . .I swear every time things seem to be falling into place, something blows up in my face. I've been saving for a house and have put some offers down on a few things. And it never seems to work out. Well, I guess that's someone's way of telling me it wasn't meant to be. Right? That's what I have to keep reminding myself. So the money's saved, ready to move and then BOOM!?! Hey, guess what, you need at least 2 new tires. And guess what? Oh, right, your tires are a weird size and cost almost $200 each. Really, how the heck can rubber cost so dang much. but it's gotta be done. Not something you can really put off when you're planning on making an 8 hour car trip. So after going to the car dealership and getting a quote there I decided to take a little trek to find out if I can get tires cheaper anywhere else. So I go to Sears and they're $12 bucks cheaper there. Anything is better than nothing, right? By that time everything else was closed. So I guess I'll be making some phone calls in the morning to see if i can save more than $12 each. Guess I can't complain, I've had the car for 6 months and all I've done it get an oil change. So I guess it's holding it's end of the bargain, it's only fair I get the car some new tires for taking such good care of me for the past 6 months. Enough of my vent . . . I know it's life, but it's just irritating that every time I think I'm ahead, Bye bye $500. I hate money! But I guess who doesn't these days?

I'm getting old . . .

I'm getting old.  I realized this tonight as I sat in the backseat of my sister's car , yawning with my sister and mother at 9:00PM on a Friday night. How is it possible that I'm so exhausted by Friday evening I'm exhausted by 9:00PM? I remember the "Good Ole Days" when I didn't even get ready to go out until 10Pm on a Friday night. But what was so good about those ole days? What made them so much "better?" When I start to think about it, I really can't think of anything but company. The only thing that comes to mind is just spending time with friends. That's one thing these days seems to get pushed aside. I feel as though my life is work most of the time. When do I really see my friends anymore. I try to spend free time with my family and a few close friends (that are also fam, Woot Woot Jessaress!!) Three nights a week, minimum I'm at work until at least 7:30PM. By the time I drive home and realize I haven't eaten yet, I'm so tired I don't want to do anything but scrounge up some food and plop either on the couch or on my bed. I don't have the energy to make plans or make phone calls to see what other things I could be doing besides relaxing. So, I guess the question raised is this, What defines life? What makes your life? Do I not have a life because I don't go out? Or is it fulfilling because I work so hard during the week and spend the moments that really count with the few that are the most important in my life? 

It's a Start

I'm not exactly sure how to do this . . . I've never been a Journaler or a person to write in a Diary. The closest thing I ever got was writing notes back and forth in junior high to my friends. Those were pretty much play by play, every hour of everyday. But I think it could be something that could be good for me. After clicking around and reading different members of my family's blogs, I've actually learned a lot more about each of them. It's nice to think someone actually cares about what you have to say. Even if no one ever answers the rhetorical questions raised or posts a comment, someone out there somewhere could have read what I wrote. And even knowing that maybe somewhere, someone may agree or relate to what I'm saying means something. So this is my first blog, it may suck, but I guess we all have to start somewhere, right?