You should’ve been there. You should’ve been at a lot of other things too. You could’ve been at everything. But you weren’t.
It was like a big fat slap in the face. And then another one. And another one. After so many, shouldn’t you just be numb? Like it doesn’t matter anymore? Go ahead, it can’t get any worse. But when does the numbness kick in? Because just when I think no more are coming, another one does. And it leaves another big fat stinking hand mark. And it hurts like hell.
Another one of those days
I really needed you on Wednesday and I really need you right now. I can do it all by myself but it’s not the same without you.
I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination
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| — | Jimmy Dean |
Interviews & Nervousness
So I’ve been through my fair share of jobs. I feel like all I’ve been doing for the past couple of years is stressing and worrying about jobs ending, job hunting, new job starting. Since the spring of 2008, I’ve had 4 jobs and another couple of interviews here and there. I’m about to go on an interview (tomorrow morning!). For the first time in 3 years I’m going into an interview without a “good luck” text message pre-interview and a “how did it go?” phone call post-interview. I’m super nervous and about to have a melt-down knowing I’m without the support that I’ve come to know, love and rely on. Wish me luck.
The future.
If you had asked me last month or even a week ago, what I had planned for the future, I could tell you. Every little detail down to the colour and sounds. Ask me today and I am at a lost for words. What do you do when for the past few years of your life, you had such a clear image of what the future held and as time went on you started adding more and more to it. And all of a sudden the main component of every decision, every thought, every dream takes it all completely away from you. And they tell you that you’ll be fine, and that you have great things coming and that your future looks bright. But you don’t feel fine and it doesn’t look bright. Everything is just wrong. Before I could tell you what I was up to next week or what I had coming up next month and now I can’t even imagine the next hour of my life.
Too much time on my hands…
I’m thinking Foam Cooler Decorator as my next career move. What do you think? :)
This was done for my boyfriend’s foam cooler for his camping trip this past weekend. I hope the guys didn’t make fun of him too much. But what’s not to love? You’ve got double fisting squirrels that die from alcohol poisoning, bears and bombs! Come on! BOMBS!!!!
Believe in Blue… next year.
So I’m eating my dinner with my family tonight and on the restaurant TV is the best sport ever: HOCKEY. Boy, do I miss watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs. If only they didn’t lose to Chicago in Round 2… AGAIN. *sigh*
Lu, Welly, Shaney O, MayRay, AlBu, Sami Solo, Bulldog, Kesler, Sedins, JanniHanni, Samuelsson, Grabs, Rypien, Demitra and the rest - it was fun while it lasted. Thanks for making me jump up and down on the couch waving my Canucks scarf and thanks for stressing me out when we were down. Thanks for letting me blow my money on a new jersey, beer, and nachos. Thanks for letting my car wave the playoff flag proudly. But next year, let’s try not to get our butts kicked by Chicago again..
Our annual Canucks game - except this year’s was a surprise :)
Maybe next year guys, maybe next year.
