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I don't talk really openly and frankly about my family a ton on here, or at least not as much as I would like to. So I am doing it here. If you want to see some updated (semi) pics of me and the family check it out. :-)
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I don't talk really openly and frankly about my family a ton on here, or at least not as much as I would like to. So I am doing it here. If you want to see some updated (semi) pics of me and the family check it out. :-)
I can't remember how much I talked about the possibility of a new, more "public", blog on this site and I'm too sleepy to search for it, but I finally did it. And by finally I mean that I purchased the domain last July and have just now found the time to actually get this thing together. I have another home! It's HERE!
I want this. Or at least one really similar. And I'm not talking about the 5K medal. I want the one that says "Half Marathon". I want it because I've earned it and finished a half marathon after training my butt off this year.
I don't know any other way to say it. Normally I'm not one to ask for other people's help. G and I have never wanted anything from anyone else that we didn't earn, that we didn't work HARD for. We paid for our own wedding, we supported ourselves as a married couple, we bought a home with 20% down, and when things have been rough we've worked 2 and 3 jobs at a time to make ends meet. G and I both have dreams of where we want our lives to be. I want to take care of people, to serve and help them as a nurse (hence my current status as a nursing student). He is a writer and he would love to make that his career. Right now he has another full-time job to pay the bills but it's just a job. It's a cruddy job that he really doesn't like but he does it every day just to make sure we can support our family. Up until a few weeks ago I also had a full-time job but that was taken away. I didn't lose it, I didn't quit, it's just gone. The company I worked for decided to get cheap, outside labor and got rid of my position. I can't say that I hate being unemployed, being that I can focus on school and spend more time with my family and on my home. But I hate that it hurts us financially and now we're in the position of struggling regularly. My unemployment is delayed due to issues with my previous employer not reporting my income properly. This week I'm going to apply for Medicaid for the kids, as well as WIC and the local health clinic for G and I. Everything is just going wrong right now. I never thought this is where my life would be at 31 years of age.
My amazingly talented husband has written another book - SERIOUSLY! His creativity never ceases to astound me. He has also written multiple short stories that the world should get the chance to read. The problem? Well funding of course. To get both of these books published it's going to be about $3,500 and with me just losing my job last week (yep, another post for another day) there's no way we have the funds at this time. That's where you come in. Gabe posted this project on Kickstarter, an awesome site designed to help people who need funding. Right now there are only 26 days and thus far no support. I would LOVE for that to change ASAP. No matter what you are able to give you do get neat things in return. If you can't invest at this time we completely understand but I would LOVE for you to share the project with the people that you know. I have embedded a widget on the left sidebar to make it easy to click through but I'm going to include the link here as well. If you can invest, thank you from the very bottom of our hearts, and if you can't we completely understand and would love any publicity you can swing our way. The internet community is the best!
Way back in June I updated about my life and the fact that I was accepted into the Licensed Practical Nursing program at my local college (which by the way, is HARD to do). If you don't remember the details you are welcome to check it out here: http://brandysjourney.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-and-bad.html So, I started school in mid-August on a Monday. By Tuesday it was quite obvious to me that they had made a mistake and I never should have gotten into the LPN program. I should have been accepted into the Associate of Science in Nursing program, which would allow me to sit for the testing to become an RN, and is a MUCH harder program to get in to. After two days of standing up for myself, pretty much demanding my score be refigured, and finally apologies from the Dean of Nursing I was moved into the Associate of Science in Nursing program. I no longer have a graduation date in mind of May 2014 but rather should be done (assuming I pass all classes the first time through!!) in May of 2013. That's an entire year of my life. That's one heck of an addendum. So that's also one of the reasons I have been MIA. Nursing school is kicking my rear and I'm still working full-time. That will change soon but that's a story for another day.
Is a B****! Ok, that was probably better than screaming it in her face. Ggggrrrrr!
When I started 9th grade I got a pair of black jeans that were a 30 x 30 and I thought they were HUGE. I was worried someone would see my giant size tag in my jeans because they were just so BIG. Oh how times change.
I was sitting in my office on a gorgeous late summer morning. I was drinking coffee and getting started for the day. Everything was normal, nothing special or out of the ordinary. Until my co-worker, who came in later than I did, walked in and said he heard on the radio that a small plane hit the World Trade Center. We discussed what a crazy thing that was and didn't understand how in the world it could happen. Well, that is, until the news that another plane had hit. That's when things changed. We called family members, G called me, to make sure we were okay, unbelieving of what was happening to our country. We went 3 floors down to a TV and watched with others, the strength of our collective group more than the strength we had apart. We watched in shock and horror as the two towers, symbols of something that could never be destroyed, somehow fell, one and then the other. We prayed, hoped, cried, and our hearts were truly broken for the lives lost on that day. It has been 10 years but I remember it like it was yesterday.