The Times They Are A Changin...

So my personal style hasn't changed much in the past 15 years. I have always been a comfy girl. I love my jeans and I love my t-shirts. But as I near the 30 year mark, I'm thinking that I need to rethink everything I've been doing in the past decade.

Phase 1; Finally get rid of the blonde hair. It is super cool when you are a 16 year old, and you have black as night roots, and nobody cares because everyone knows you're a poor high school student. This is also OK, if you are from California (or any other equally as sunshiney state), and that beautiful sunshine naturally kisses your hair to make it change colors... I wonder if Alabama counts...never mind. The blonde is gone...next Saturday.

Phase 2: I guess I can stop wearing jeans and t-shirts. With all those cute dresses and skirts, is there any real reason not to wear them? Of course not....

Phase 3: I guess I can dress better for work. Business cas? Maybe so, but that doesn't mean I can't look nice every once in a while...

I feel so awkward lately. I don't really know a better way to say it or put it... Is this really what aging means?

Next time you see me, don't be surprised if I'm wearing mom jeans and sporting a perm.

New People

One of the things that I like about this job is getting to meet new people. You get to meet new people from all over the country, that do the same thing you do and you can relate to them with the same things that are happening to you.




Things are getting better.... it just needs some time.

And thank you anonymous commenter; I appreciate the advice.

New Year

So, it's a new year. I haven't written since before Christmas and one of my new year's resolutions was to write more often. Not only because that was my life's ambition, but because it offers some sort of outlet for everything. I haven't really gone into detail a lot on my blogs, because it was no one's business really. And they usually never wanted to hear anything about me or anything. I mean, one big reader; myself. But I guess in the long run, I will be happy that I did this; happy that I can look back on my life.

So it's basically the same old thing going on. Just working a lot, not seeing my husband a lot. I think that is putting a huge rift between us. We never used to fight a lot. But working 12 hour days, when he only works 8 or sometimes less, and I am never home, and I mean NEVER home. And then when I do get home, I just want to go to bed, and I get in trouble for that. I have started getting up in the mornings to work out, and he seems unhappy with that too. That is the one thing that I give myself; the one thing I do a day that I do just for me.

I refuse to give it up.

Just call me selfish I guess, but I don't really think that I am being selfish. I just want to look good; for him mostly. And for some reason it all comes back to me not caring or wanting to spend time with him. There are just certain things that come with my job. I HAVE to work weekends; I HAVE to work late. There is no way of getting around these things. They just are.