When your mind is a jumble and life seems to be going in 856 different directions, it can be difficult to put your thoughts into words.
I'm heading to my grandma's again next week. I am waiting for a check from Baby Brother for his portion of Grandma's lot rent so I can get it there before it is late. I am trying to find a new oven for her house via Craigslist - from Minnesota. I have been picking up extra shifts at the bar because all of this time off has made the piggy bank run dry. I am praying that I can get the wall paper off the wall in both the bathrooms so I can get them and the kitchen painted. I am also hoping that I can get enough cleaned up while I am there by myself for the week so I can maybe enjoy part of a day at Fort Myers Beach.
I hope that my kids don't run amuck while I am away and that between my girlfriends and The Man, they are getting plenty of attention. I hope my dog doesn't think my bed is hers by the time I return.
I'm not sure how I feel about this second interview on Friday. I'd like to say I will leave it in God's hands, but experience tells me that He is going to use it as another test. Have I mentioned I hate tests?
I started a book I was really enjoying in December. With school work, grandma stuff, and my daughter's insatiable need to give me excess grey hair, I haven't picked it up in a couple of weeks.
I have had my butt kicked in Words With Friends by @LLLONLLL and @goodgirlgonered this week. I didn't get beat. I got killed.
I think I need a really loooooong nap!