Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Turn the Ashes into Flames

Secret Number Two: I stash chocolate in my room to snack on when no one's around.

So today was an early release day; my elementary kids were jealous that I got to leave school earlier than they could. I was only a LITTLE smug about it. :) However, I won't get to do anything exciting until four when my best friend Emily comes to take me with her to the mall. I'm gonna let her pick out her birthday present. :) Unfortunately, I can only afford something small.

Even though I have a job, I am very limited to what I can spend money on since I save the mass majority of every check. It's hard to keep saving because I'm only a fifth of the way to my goal, and now that I'm working less hours (damn school), I get smaller checks and less money is saved. It's a vicious cycle.

My dog, Oreo is way too cute for her own good. I'm going to include a picture of her and my other doggie, Mallory. I took it a while ago with my 35 mm (my baby); they were being so cute, so I took advantage of the 'Kodak Moment'. This is probably one of my top favorites so far, cause Mallory(the white one) is just sunbathing, minding her own business, and Oreo walks over, being the nosy 'Alpha Female' she is and sniffs at her. Luckily I was lying on the floor already taking pictures of Mallory and was able to catch it. :)

So, Thanksgiving, am I excited? Eh, kinda. I'm mostly just excited about the food. Get-togethers with my mom's family is always awkward. We all know how dysfunctional the other one is, yet no one speaks of the threads unseamming from certain branches of the tree. Like my aunt for example. She's been battling breast cancer and brain tumors, fought off death and made doubtful doctors bite their tongues, and struts her long blonde wig with whatever pride she has left and everyone acts like she's perfectly healthy. I find it disturbing that no one ever discusses the fact that she insists on smoking STILL, when death is standing right on the welcome mat, waiting to scrape his feet and walk on in. I just don't understand it at all.

"his fists are big, but my gun's bigger..he'll find out when I pull the trigger!" - Gunpowder and Lead, Miranda Lambert

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