Past to Present

Well…plenty of income has been coming in.  I’m typing this on my brand new computer.  We have a savings, and Dan is buying a brand new bed for his room today.  We don’t owe anyone a thing, one less thing to fight about 🙂

Of course the children and I lost our insurance through the state, it was such a battle to get in the first place, helped ruin my first trimester with Jack.

I went and checked on some old friends, some of you will remember.  Miss Laney, I went to her house and it was deplorable.   Laney’s Severely drug addicted son mumbled incoherently and couldn’t keep his eyes open…even worse than Kat.  This common law woman came to my aid and said Laney has cancer and is in hospital.  Laney is being moved to a nursing home just two towns over, not even a half hour.  I’ll visit her there and Not tell her about what used to be her beautiful home I loved to take my children too.  I will be there for her while she dies 🙁

Keith, resents me.  and I can’t even fake I’m sorry.  I just seemed to lose compassion for him during my absence, no matter what I did it was never enough and I’ll never be able to make up for that absence…I’m okay with that, he was a pissy old man anyways.

I’m at the gate of finally flourishing in the social manner.  I got an invite to the IN party in this town 🙂  But, it’s a pajama party and I had a fist fight with one of the girls attending Freshman year in the locker room over my now husband!   I totally won 😉  It’s in a couple weeks, I got joined to this community garage sale facebook site, and I bought a desk from the runner of the site.  We began messaging, and she said the site was too much to handle so she was taking a two day break.  I bet her a houseplant that she wouldn’t do it, and I started tagging her name in this garage sale site so I could win the houseplant.  It worked, we haven’t met yet…she’s supposed to be dropping my plant to me today and said she felt like she knew me through our messaging.  I’m afraid I won’t hold onto that pajama invite.

Work, I keep making contacts and flourishing as well.  I still suck as a cook, but I am the boss’ favorite!  I had to work with a new employee, he was a boy and I told boss that I didn’t want to work with any boy.  The boss made the boy work with me first night, and he wasn’t a disrespectful smartass!  He looked me in the eye and never played on the phone.  We listened to each others stories and talked the entire night, so now all I have to be afraid of is this…community…"IN" crowd…I asked if I could bring my Lauryn…no reply yet.  I can do this.  I can totally speak as well as I type.