Time: 11:22pm
State of Being: fine
Song lyric in my head:
current desire: money would be nice. like a lot.
where am I?: in the bedroom on the bed
what's that noise?: Russ snoring next to me
I haven't updated in forever. I'm a slacker. There's really not much new going on.
Janet (pharmacy manager) (I normall call her boss lady) came back from maternity/disability leave last weekend. It's so good to have her back. I really missed her. I really hope things get back to normal. I'm so tired of floater pharmacists every day. Normality will make my 'having to stay and not quit' life in the pharmacy slightly better. I'm off on Tuesdays and Thursdays now, and I'm honestly feeling so much less stressed. For so long, I thought I was going to have a complex.
My tattoo is in its last stages of healing. I'll get a pic up as soon as it's done. It got kind of infected last week. Nothing horrible. Just a little redness around it. But it seems to be way cleared up now. There's a couple tiny spots still in scab mode, and the skin is kind of flaky. I'm constantly moisturizing it. I've discovered that coco butter is amazing for it. I have tiny little sample bottles of this coco butter gel oil that I got from the pharmacy a while ago, that I decided to try out. And it's awesome! I can't believe I finally have a new tattoo! woo-hoo! I love looking at it. Though I get a slight twinge of 'maybe i shouldn't have done it' every once in a while. But it's quickly replaced with 'nothing I can do now' and 'i love it!'
What else? School is school. I have some really awesome kids. Sometimes they get obnoxious, but I'd be worried if they didn't. I remember being a teenager, and I thrived on being obnoxious. My principal still micromanages everything. She leaves me alone for the most part. I think because I'm part-time. But the other two teachers, she's just very picky about things. I'm always coming to school and hearing stories of what she did now, or what she accused them of now. It's very sad. I really really want to like it at that school. But if two extremely experienced teachers are wanting to quit after this year, then that's a red flag.
Nothing really new or significant.
OH! Meghan's moving back to FL. But up north in Jacksonville... with her boyfriend... yeh.. but she's happy, so who am i to stop her?
Tomorrow's my last day of being a 30 year old. I brought cookies for the kids, and some appricots and dried bananas for those who can't eat sugar or gluten. I wasn't sure if I should. It's not commonly known what Saturday is, but I'd feel bad if I did't bring something and they expected it. But now that I am bringing something, would that be a pretentious move? Oh well. I doubt anyone will argue with cookies.
I feel old.
What's that little blurb that's been passed around the net for a while now? "I miss being the age where I thought I'd have it all together by the age I am now." Something like that.
I wish I had a house. And a kid. A kid would be nice. I'm currently ovulating, but Russ has been going to bed so early this week. *sigh* Maybe Saturday. It'll be a HUGE bday present. lol
I actually don't FEEL old. My age is telling me that I'm old. (My body too. aches. pains. pops. bad eyes. bad teeth). But my brain doesn't. I can't even pinpoint an age my brain feels like. I'm not a fan of that maturity thing. Except in the appropriate situations.
ok. starting to babble. getting sleepy. must go to bed.. (or tool around on the computer for a bit.. until I stop procrastinating and actually go to bed. lol)
peace!
-mel-
11:44pm
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