I can be such a complete and total baby, like flat out throwing a tantrum when I want to. Nobody can stop me, I want to act like a 3 year old. Sometimes I get my way, sometimes the tantrum is just thrown for no reason. I threw a big one last night because I am done with my second job. Nothing about me wants to ever go back to that godforsaken place. Now, granted, in reality it is not that bad.... it has just gotten so old I don't think I can give it any fountain of youth to revive it. I hate working so late on Fridays and Saturdays. I want my weekends back for awhile so I can be totally selfish with them.

I am putting in my resignation tonight when I go in. I will work tonight, try to get out of working tomorrow but will if they want me to. I'm a sucker like that. I need to find another second job which sucks but I have to. I need the extra money to get some stuff done in my life right now, but its not a dire need thing.

So here is to acting like a total 3 year old and throwing tantrums. Possibly throwing an object or two and showing my pouty face at things. Some things I just don't want to play "grown up" with, crappy 2nd jobs are one of them. I am currently on the search for something I will enjoy doing if I will be doing it on the side.

Thanksgiving

Yesterday was that wonderful day to reflect on everything you are thankful for. I had a dose of that while I was in the doctors office on Wednesday. There was a lady there that I am assuming did not know how to read, as she had someone else reading the patient information form for her. She didn't know the basic stuff that I always assumed most people knew. She didn't know what "sulfur" was or what "radiation" was. There was various other things there that I overheard that just made me reflect on myself.

I have a nice house, a couple cars, need nothing, have nice clothes, and enough to eat. I felt bad almost. I was wearing a suit jacket and jeans (how somewhat tacky, kill me) and had jewelery on. I had my engagement ring and a nice charm bracelet that Joe's mom gave me. I just ended up feeling like I was portraying myself as some sort of better person. I wanted to take it all off and kinda dumb down. I don't know how else to say it.

I am so thankful for everything I have. Reflecting on that is so hard to do whenever you think you need more. I need to stop being so damn wantful and pay attention to everything I have around me now.

Just for reference:

"According to the National Adult Literacy Survey, 42 million adult Americans can't read; 50 million can recognize so few printed words they are limited to a 4th or 5th grade reading level; one out of every four teenagers drops out of high school, and of those who graduate, one out of every four has the equivalent or less of an eighth grade education."

http://www.nrrf.org/essay_Illiteracy.html , 1996 Robert W. Sweet, Jr.

How do we let Americans have a 4th or 5th grade reading level! It's just plain sad! If I could figure out a way to make a difference in just one child's life, if everyone could, the rates would drop I would assume. That is my new goal for next year. "Adopt" a child in need and help them however I can to succeed.

First Jazz

This is my first glorious post. I have no idea if I will ever come back to this blog or not, hell if I will even post on a semi regular basis if I do come back. Let's just do an introduction and see where it goes.

I am a 25 year old female engaged to this guy that I so happen to have fallen in love with. Don't ask me why, I do think he's kinda cute though. We have been together for about 6.5 years now. He introduced me to autocrossing once we met and we both did that for about 3 years in our Rx-7. Then for about a year we both kinda did nothing hobby wise and sat around. I then got into camping and hiking and still currently enjoy and love that. He started tinkering with RC cars and so our hobby train began to start back up again.

I then took a trail ride and never looked back. I started taking horseback riding lessons and am currently trying hopelessly to figure it all out. The future hubby took up guns and well that is pretty much our life. 12 guns later with 3 more on the way, a gun safe, and enough ammo for Ft.Knox (well I think anyway) , we are ready for whatever zombie invasion comes. Joe (the future guy) also uses the word "tactical" alot for almost everything in his daily life. Goofey guy.

So there is the introduction, on Thanksgiving of all times. Today its to the farm to eat turkey and of course, shoot guns. Whoooohooo for America, turkey, and guns!