Do you know? Are you already doing what you want to be doing? Or are you like me and you don't have a clue what you should be. I would love to know what I could be good at. I'm strong in math and yet when I look at careers in that field, I think they would make me go mad. SLOWLY. I like working on computers, but I don't want to sit at one all day. I think I could be a great teacher, but the pay just totally sucks in NC. And I really hate to admit that money would have a factor in what I do, but damn it. I don't want to work my ass off and get paid change. I'm considering something in the health field right now. Both Physical therapy and diet/nutrition consultant sound like good possibilities. I want to have a career that I feel proud of. I want to help people. I don't want to be behind a desk all day. But most importantly, I want to be happy and look forward to work. After all, I will be giving up being a homemaker to do this.
How did you figure out what you wanted to be? Was it something you knew from an early age? I always thought I would end up in the computer programming field. And in fact was only 3 semesters from a BS degree when I became pregnant with my 1st. Now almost 8 years later, I think that I could not stand doing programming all day. But at the time, I was SURE that was the best choice for me. However, that was before I had kids and responsibilities that were far more important than just myself or money.
I'm taking some time to go by the library and check out some books on career & personality tests that may help me decide what will be a good fit for me. I'm really hoping that this will give me some good feedback to work with. I am quite literally scared to death to make a wrong decision. I don't want to spend the rest of my life doing something that I hate. Again, I want to be happy.
I'll update soon about what choices I'm going to go for!
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
An 'off' year
2007 is definitely an off year for the hubby and I. We seem to just not be able to get in sync this year. We're quick tempered with each other. We're irritable and cranky. I know that sometimes I look at him and wonder how I'm going to live the rest of my life with him. He's got to be thinking the exact same thing. How could he not? I'm not exactly the easiest person to live with.
Lately, it just seems like we can't seem to agree on anything. If I like something, he doesn't. If he likes something, I probably won't. However, we've racked up several thousand dollars in debt so we must be agreeing on something. We did manage to plan and book a vacation. Incredible. We'll probably fight about where we're going to eat when we get there though. ;)
I sometimes wonder if we're just growing apart. I hear it happening so often with couples. But then I think, I can clearly remember having off years before. And many very good years mixed with some average nothing special years. So, maybe I'll just chalk this one up to being the lemon that has to come every so often. In the meantime, I need to go and nag about the honey do list that is many months (and years) behind. Might as well do that while we're already aggravated with each other. I'll post soon with the honey do's that are grossly over due. Some are funny and some are just sad. And of course, I'll show the projects that he HAS done lately just to keep things even.
Lately, it just seems like we can't seem to agree on anything. If I like something, he doesn't. If he likes something, I probably won't. However, we've racked up several thousand dollars in debt so we must be agreeing on something. We did manage to plan and book a vacation. Incredible. We'll probably fight about where we're going to eat when we get there though. ;)
I sometimes wonder if we're just growing apart. I hear it happening so often with couples. But then I think, I can clearly remember having off years before. And many very good years mixed with some average nothing special years. So, maybe I'll just chalk this one up to being the lemon that has to come every so often. In the meantime, I need to go and nag about the honey do list that is many months (and years) behind. Might as well do that while we're already aggravated with each other. I'll post soon with the honey do's that are grossly over due. Some are funny and some are just sad. And of course, I'll show the projects that he HAS done lately just to keep things even.
Monday, August 6, 2007
What are you crazy about?
For me, it's music and theme parks. Combine the two and I'm in heaven. I can't remember a time when the two were not something I craved. I love music because it helps me express and feel emotions that are hard for me. I love the thrill of roller coasters because it's makes me feel reckless and brave (even though I am neither.) I think that's what life is all about. You are who you are and you find things that let you stretch your wings. I love the rush of it all.
Some of my earliest memories are going to Disney with my Mom & Dad. They both loved to ride coasters too and so I developed a passion for them at an early age. It was so much fun to have 2 parents who were fun loving then. For when I was still a teenager my Mom was struck with a brain tumor. And needless to say, anything fast or adventurous was a thing of the past for her. She wanted to though. I remember her getting on a fair ride after she was diagnosed only to get violently sick from the momentum. She was embarrassed and I'm sure frustrated that it affected her that way.
I think one of the reasons I still crave these rides is that they remind me of a simple time in my childhood. One in which I had no problems. One in which my family was healthy and whole. Only now, I have a husband (who hates these ride btw) and 3 kids. Luckily my oldest is already showing a passion for coasters. When we went to Disney back in April, he & I rode the Everest ride 3 times in 2 hours. lol. I am taking him to Kings Dominion for his birthday in Sept. I can hardly wait myself.
Music is very much the same as coasters for me. It comforts me & excites me at the same time. There are time when I hear a song that I burst in tears and my throat closes in. Other times, it's a nostalgia about events that took place when I first heard a song. I love music passionately.
My first concert was Night Ranger and The Outfield. Both were good bands, but even then I knew Night Ranger had something special. Sure enough, it was just a few months later that "Sister Christian" came on the radio. I always think back to how fun that first concert was. And amazingly enough I took all 3 of my kids to see Night Ranger last weekend in Raleigh. How often can you take your kids to see a band you first saw when you were a teenager? My oldest enjoyed it so much. We're already planning another concert in a few weeks.
I'm looking forward to growing up with my kids and continuing to do these things I'm passionate about. I'm lucky that they are embracing these things with me.
What are you and your family passionate about?
Some of my earliest memories are going to Disney with my Mom & Dad. They both loved to ride coasters too and so I developed a passion for them at an early age. It was so much fun to have 2 parents who were fun loving then. For when I was still a teenager my Mom was struck with a brain tumor. And needless to say, anything fast or adventurous was a thing of the past for her. She wanted to though. I remember her getting on a fair ride after she was diagnosed only to get violently sick from the momentum. She was embarrassed and I'm sure frustrated that it affected her that way.
I think one of the reasons I still crave these rides is that they remind me of a simple time in my childhood. One in which I had no problems. One in which my family was healthy and whole. Only now, I have a husband (who hates these ride btw) and 3 kids. Luckily my oldest is already showing a passion for coasters. When we went to Disney back in April, he & I rode the Everest ride 3 times in 2 hours. lol. I am taking him to Kings Dominion for his birthday in Sept. I can hardly wait myself.
Music is very much the same as coasters for me. It comforts me & excites me at the same time. There are time when I hear a song that I burst in tears and my throat closes in. Other times, it's a nostalgia about events that took place when I first heard a song. I love music passionately.
My first concert was Night Ranger and The Outfield. Both were good bands, but even then I knew Night Ranger had something special. Sure enough, it was just a few months later that "Sister Christian" came on the radio. I always think back to how fun that first concert was. And amazingly enough I took all 3 of my kids to see Night Ranger last weekend in Raleigh. How often can you take your kids to see a band you first saw when you were a teenager? My oldest enjoyed it so much. We're already planning another concert in a few weeks.
I'm looking forward to growing up with my kids and continuing to do these things I'm passionate about. I'm lucky that they are embracing these things with me.
What are you and your family passionate about?
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Not only was it NOT special, it was miserable
What am I talking about? My 14th Anniversary. It was the worst one ever. I mean that sincerely. You've already read my other post about what hubby 'wanted' to do that day. Well, all I can say is that I would have been better off if he had done that. Because he made damn sure that the day sucked for me.
What did I do for him? Well, I went out and got a funny card (because we just don't do the mushy stuff.) I spent freaking $20 on a sampler Cheesecake Factory cheesecake. He comes home and says. "Are doing anything?" Uh Yeah. Are we not going to dinner? So, we head off to Carrabas (again) because when I mentioned a day or two earlier that Japanese would be nice. He responds, "well, they kind of pissed me off the last time." Ok. Whatever. Off to Carrabas.. again. Did I mention again? It was a fairly decent meal. As nice as it can be with ALL FREAKING 3 kids with us. Ugh.. because you know nothing says romance like bringing the whole damn crew. Anyhow, we get through the meal and go home. I bring out the card and the cake. The kids are thrilled to get cheesecake on top of dinner, but he acts indifferent. There was no card for me. Nothing. He did mumble something about "happy 14." Don't confuse this with a heartfelt "Happy Anniversary". It literally was a ho hum 'happy 14.'
It gets better. WAY better. *insert sarcasm* We actually started fighting. Fighting! Of all the stupid, idiotic things. He starts a fight on our freaking anniversary. About what? You many ask. Cars. "HUH?" Cars. We fought about cars, or specifically new cars (that we don't even own, I may add.) He jumped all over me for (get this *gasp*) giving my opinion on a car that was a possibility in about a year or two. Ok, so I know that it wasn't 'really' about the car. But WTF? He just completely ruined the day over something this ridiculous.
The next day, he starts off by smarting off at me and I just freaking go ballistic on him. I mean full on screaming at the top of my lungs with tears streaming down my face. He says "I didn't mean for things to come out like that." Well, it sure is hard to interpret them any other way. He genuinely apologized and did the customary grovel for a bit. I'm trying hard not to feel bitter, but I am just so disappointed how what should have been our special day turned out. At least he did say he was sorry. I do know he meant it. He only apologizes when he knows he was wrong. He's a very head strong man.
What did I do for him? Well, I went out and got a funny card (because we just don't do the mushy stuff.) I spent freaking $20 on a sampler Cheesecake Factory cheesecake. He comes home and says. "Are doing anything?" Uh Yeah. Are we not going to dinner? So, we head off to Carrabas (again) because when I mentioned a day or two earlier that Japanese would be nice. He responds, "well, they kind of pissed me off the last time." Ok. Whatever. Off to Carrabas.. again. Did I mention again? It was a fairly decent meal. As nice as it can be with ALL FREAKING 3 kids with us. Ugh.. because you know nothing says romance like bringing the whole damn crew. Anyhow, we get through the meal and go home. I bring out the card and the cake. The kids are thrilled to get cheesecake on top of dinner, but he acts indifferent. There was no card for me. Nothing. He did mumble something about "happy 14." Don't confuse this with a heartfelt "Happy Anniversary". It literally was a ho hum 'happy 14.'
It gets better. WAY better. *insert sarcasm* We actually started fighting. Fighting! Of all the stupid, idiotic things. He starts a fight on our freaking anniversary. About what? You many ask. Cars. "HUH?" Cars. We fought about cars, or specifically new cars (that we don't even own, I may add.) He jumped all over me for (get this *gasp*) giving my opinion on a car that was a possibility in about a year or two. Ok, so I know that it wasn't 'really' about the car. But WTF? He just completely ruined the day over something this ridiculous.
The next day, he starts off by smarting off at me and I just freaking go ballistic on him. I mean full on screaming at the top of my lungs with tears streaming down my face. He says "I didn't mean for things to come out like that." Well, it sure is hard to interpret them any other way. He genuinely apologized and did the customary grovel for a bit. I'm trying hard not to feel bitter, but I am just so disappointed how what should have been our special day turned out. At least he did say he was sorry. I do know he meant it. He only apologizes when he knows he was wrong. He's a very head strong man.
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