Time for a Happy Post....for a Change.

So I have a new job prospect, and it is WAY more suited for me than my previous one.

It's working as a home daycare assistant, which means that I'll be working with children. This should make my life interesting because, let's face it, kids are amusing.

I'm pretty sure I'll get hired, but before she can hire me, I have to go through a series of tests and achieve a certificate.

I have to take a CPR/First Aide class, get fingerprinted, and get tested for TB (which I did today). ::shudders:: I hate needles. But I got a really cool circus band-aid.

I've been kind of scatterbrained lately because I've been so busy trying to figure out everything I need for the job, and setting up and preparing to puppy-sit for Lindsey's little bundle of joy, Jada.

It's day 1.5, and Jada seems to be adjusting well. She and my lovely Charlie play all the time - they're favorite game being tug-of-war. They're so cute. I've got lots of pictures.

I apologize to myself, and to anyone who reads this, for the lack of intelligence in this post, but, like I said earlier, scatterbrained is I. Or me. Correct grammar has left me momentarily.

Anyway...that's about it.

'Till next time.

Untitled (Thoughts).

I'm tired of being angry and depressed.

It's so terribly draining, and it's preventing me from living my life.

It takes too much energy to be so damn pessimistic all the time, and dwelling on things that shouldn't be dwelled upon. Most things in life are trivial, anyhow, and don't deserve a second thought.

I need to try my best not to hold grudges, to let things go, to let the past be the past and move on.

I need to work on being less judgmental... I claim not to be, but I know I am. But isn't everyone? But some are more than others. I at least know that I am not the most judgmental person in the world, but I'm not the least, either.

The only reason why I am even considering changing the way I am is not for other people's sakes, as selfish and hard as that may seem, but you shouldn't change for other people - you should change for you, because that is the only way you'll be able to do it. You may have a reason to start, and one or the same reason to help you and motivate you to get through it, but ultimately, it's your decision, and you are the one performing the tasks to get where you want to be.

People need to realize, and completely understand, that you can't change people. Period. There's no "unless they want to change". You just can't change them. They, and they alone have to make that decision. You can help lead them there, but you can't make them.

So do yourself a favor and don't try to change someone because you think you have all the answers and the "magic touch" to do so - it will only lead you nowhere, get you frustrated and upset, and it could have irreparable damages in the end.

People need to make their own mistakes, and learn from them. Why? Because nobody's perfect.

I'm not perfect.

But that's okay, because I have an awesome family, and great friends (as few as they may be). I've said it before, and I'll say it again: those of you who are my friends are pretty special, because anyone who can deal with me has to be.

So thank you. It means more to me than you'll ever know.

From Comment Whore to Losing Friends; and Gaining a Whole Lot More.

So I've decided that I'm a comment whore.

Looking back at more of my earlier Xanga posts, I discovered that I was pretty popular. Most of my readers were my friends, but quite a few were just random people who discovered my site and enjoyed what I wrote.

I think that was the allure of the aforementioned blogging site - the excitement of the comments to come; to see what people had to say in regards to your posts.

It's a new-age way of communication that's not so new. Feedback from people is always nice, especially when they praise you for what you say. It's encouraging to know that you're not just spouting off useless babble (even though sometimes I know I did, but often even that turned into something somewhat intelligent), that they actually read and hear what you're saying.

My old posts also made me a little sad.

Only two or three of my loyal readers/commenters have remained my friends. The others just sort of...slipped away. People change and drift apart, I know, but it's also confusing when they tell you that you are "so awesome" and that they "love you sooooooooooo much" one minute, and the next they don't return your call for days. And then from there, it's the domino effect, where eventually they don't even call at all.

Funny how life turns out.

But I am very thankful for those who have stuck by me and remained the best friends I could possibly ever ask for.

I've learned that time is a good filter - as the years pass, some friends slip through the holes, but others, no matter how hard you may subconsciously try to shake them out, are too big and important to lose.

And those are the ones who make the losses worth it.

Gone With the Wind.

First of all, before I elaborate on my topic, I would like to wish my mother a very happy birthday today (even though she doesn't even read this, I still felt compelled to say it anyway).

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It has been so incredibly windy these past couple months. We have had winds blowing at 35 mph (or more) at least one day every week since around April (this doesn't count the incredible storm we had in January which left us, personally, without power for over 48 hours, while others were without power for a week). Needless to say, my allergies are going B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

No matter what kind of allergy medication I take, my eyes are itchy and runny, my nose is either congested or runny, I've had a chronic scratchy throat since this all started, and I've been incredibly tired. I've been taking naps every day. Yeah. It's bad.

So, please, Mother Nature, have mercy on us. It's almost summer!

I want to be able to get up in the morning and stay up all day.

That is all.

Writing About Writing: Enough is Enough.

So let's face it - one of my favorite topics to write about is, well, writing.

It's not like I planned it to be that way; I just realized that that's all I ever really write about anymore.

And while I do enjoy expressing my extreme distaste for the way kids butcher the English language nowadays, I figure it's time to shake things up a bit and write about something else for a change. But honestly, figuring that out is difficult for me because my life is boring.

I remember when I used to have this annoying blog account with Xanga (which, technically, I still have, but never write on anymore because Xanga has turned into something horrific). I wrote on it at least every day, sometimes twice a day.

And I look back now at my old posts and wonder: how the hell did I come up with different topics every day? I mean, my life wasn't any more exciting than it is now, and yet, every post was different, and most weren't about writing.

So my new goal is to find more interesting, non-writing based topics to blog about.

Here's to hoping that I can.

::edit, 5:57 PM::

So I spent the greater part of today researching myself in past blogs on Xanga, trying to figure out how I was able to write so much.

And let me tell you - I don't know what happened, but reading my entries actually really helped the writer in me come back out. Amazing. So, readers (all one of you), expect interesting entries, for I already have a few in mind.