Domestic Geek

OK, maybe not feeling scared, but a little wigged out. I've heard this voice before call my shortened name (Donna). It's ususally when I'm drifting off to sleep or something. It's always short, urgent and once. Since it always happens when I'm going to sleep, I figured it was some trick my mind plays on me or my subconsious talking or something. Once it happened when I had forgot to set my alarm and it woke me up. Well, today it happened when I was wide awake and I was home all by myself. Freaked me out, it did. Could it still be my subconscious? Maybe. Maybe not. I'll never know for sure. *shudder*

Happy Birthday, Dave! Hope you had a good day and didn't work too hard. (See, I didn't forget!)

I'd tell y'all to go wish him a Happy Birthday, but Marcus has never taught him how to access his blog. Maybe you could all just leave him a comment here instead. I know he lurks here.

As Russ pointed out, it’s been almost two weeks since I’ve posted. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately and am trying to sort through it all. To not be all woe all the time, I haven’t felt like posting here. Something major needs to change in my life and I’m not quite sure yet how to make that happen. Maybe I need some of these:



Seriously, though, after the hell of the last week, one thing is clear—I’m not going to get ahead in my present situation. I have all of these dreams and they all require capital to get going. I can’t get any money whatsoever set aside, especially now that I have a car payment again. Don't get me wrong, I love my Baja. Having that car actually represents a goal achieved, but I’m tired. I hate working every day of the week. I hate not having the energy (or the money) to go have any fun. I hate having to get by on five or six hours of sleep if I actually want to see Marcus. I hate the stress of trying to juggle when bills are due with when money is supposed to come in.

I hate the increased crime and bad things that happen in and around Aurora. Random people get shot on I-70 at Havana and along I-25. Shootings at the Aurora Mall. Gang problems, dead bodies, homeless people, illegal Mexicans. I'm sick of all of it.

I had a whole list of stuff I was going to rant about—work problems (both jobs suck ass), politics, health issues, neighbor problems, etc., but I’ve changed my mind. Bitching and moaning isn’t going to change any of it. I’m becoming a woman of action. If I post here less frequently, it’s because I’m working on stuff to turn my life around. I’m tired of being in the rut. Time to stop digging and start climbing out.

I get really annoyed by those "Parents: the anti drug" commercials on tv and radio where parents are battling with whether they should tell their kids not to do drugs because they've done drugs and feel like hypocrites. Just being picky, but they would only be hypocrites if they were still doing drugs and were telling their kids not to do them. A hypocrite tells you not to eat poorly while he's stuffing his face with a greasy burger and a diet coke. A hypocrite tells you that you shouldn't smoke because smoking will kill you and then lights up. A parent being a parent and looking out for the wellfare of his children even though he's made some foolish choices in the past is not a hypocrite.

REMINDER: When I get home this evening I need to add Foxtrot and Joy of Tech widgets to my desktop.