There was a time where I thought we would all be too young to experience things. I think back to myself at eighteen, and wonder how I could have ever been worried about the boys I liked, friend drama, or what was going on with school. Now I have real things happening. Marriage, friends getting married, friends with kids, working two jobs to pay the mortgage while praying that Pete will start making some money. Some things haven’t changed that much. The friends that I began and ended college with are still my family here, and in such a big place, it’s nice to know that I’m not alone here. Those little dilemmas that plagued us in school prepared us for what the real world had in store for us. And just like in college, we are plugging along, doing the best we can with what we have (which isn’t much), but at the end of the day, we always have each other.

In other, less cryptic news, things are…moving along. I was supposed to go to Miami this weekend to do wedding stuff, but Pete had to work, and the Focus likes to act up on me, so I stayed here for a glorious three day weekend of doing whatever I want, and babysitting the "Little Kid" tomorrow night. My place is so messy right now, it’s disgusting, even for me, so hopefully I’ll sleep in a little, and then get motivated to clean it. I went to the doctor last week also, and am 100% better from the adrenal fatigue, so that’s awesome.

I am, however, frustrated with work. My boss gave me a project that was due today. So I was almost done, when I found out that I really wasn’t almost done, because apparently I had to ask a guy in a different department to generate a brand new excel spreadsheet full of changes I needed to make. I feel bad, like I’ve been slacking or something, but I wasn’t. He could have told me that that stuff needed to be done on Tuesday (when I got the project), and I would have asked the guy in the different department to do the spreadsheet for me right away. Confusing and boring, I know, but it makes sense in my head. And still frustrates me. Because I couldn’t tell if the boss was mad or not. But whatever. I guess if he had given me complete instructions, then I would have been ok. I always feel like I’m in trouble there. I’m too tired from the Lob to do a stellar job, so instead I do just enough, which I’m sure will affect my raise for next year. Blah blah blah.