I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

By posting this blog entry I am by no means trying to paint myself as a selfish twit. (which by the way if you look that term up I'm pretty sure it says a twit is a pregnant goldfish, but I'm not sure how accurate that is since goldfish don't actually become pregnant.  However if you look it up in the Urban Dictionary online it states "a twit is a person that makes a retarded chimp look smart". Their words, not mine.) I just want what I want. So here are a few things I'd really, really like to have sometime in the near future.

Zigga, Zigga Ahhhh!

He loves me....

I love picking flowers. I'm not sure what about it makes me happy. Maybe the simplicity of nature's beauty, yet the complexity it takes to make beauty simple.  It could be the thrill of something actually being produced from my hard labor or the time it takes to grow.  I didn't really get to plant anything this year since I don't live in my own place, but I did get to repot a few flowers for the back patio thanks to a dear friend's giftcard to Home Depot. (which btw I am completely in love with now, we so need one closer) They're still thriving and looking beautiful so I've gotten a little bit of satisfaction out of planting. 

The people I'm staying with have a few flower beds and I've cut a few bouqets since spring sprung.  When I first had potted plants and garden flowers I was loathe to cut them and bring them inside.  I didn't want to ruin the outside just so the inside could look good. But then I realized I'd get to enjoy the flowers more if I brought a few inside.  Unless I wanted to stand outside for an hour or so a day in the sweltering heat the only other option to enjoy my labor was to cut and bring some in.  My old house has gorgeous orange day lilies, garden phlox, daffodils, columbine, spider wort, irises and rose bushes.  Every year I tried to plant some annuals in containers: Vincas, petunias, marigolds and sunflowers. Not all having success.  I miss my flowerbeds.

Bookworm

I've been reading a lot lately.  I love to read, but now I have way more time on my hands and thought I should read instead of watch TV or play on the internet all day.  So last month I read all the Sookie Stackhouse books. Loved them. I'm about to start the latest Mortal Instruments book.

I kind of stick with what I know, lol.  I did read a medical mystery a couple weeks ago and though it was good it took me awhile to finish it because I just couldn't get into it.  But I do like to branch out as long as there's a high recommendation behind it.  I'm not a huge non-fiction reader, but as long as the book doesn't put me to sleep I'll give it a chance. Once a friend is done with their copy I want to borrow UnChristian.

 I read a chapter from it out of curiosity and it was really fascinating.  Of course I'd really like to save up and get a nook. I think it'd be cheaper in the long run, save on storage and an easy traveling companion.  And if my sister ends up getting one, which if she buys a nook or kindle I'll get what she got, we can share books with each other and not spend as much. She's an even bigger reader than me sometimes. 



work wanted

I have a new pet peeve: people who do not respect their job.  I've been exhaustively looking since November for a job and while I'm still in the mind set of: God will give me the right one, I still am frustrated that I have gotten few interviews and a whole lot of silence.  I'm confident I'll get a job soon and hopefullly before the 1 year mark of quitting McDonald's.  But I'm finding it frustrating to talk to people who don't seem to care about their job.  They come in late or wait till the last minute to call out.  They just wear whatever they feel like that day, whether it's appropriate or not.  Or complain because that particular day is boring, but refuse to take initiative and find something to do. 

I would kill for your job!  I maybe driven to that point very soon. 

Another side to that is when people ask me for money... I mean really?  You know I don't have an income. I'm lucky if I get the 100 bucks a month I'm suppose to receive from my house.  So why, when you have a job that gives you at least 20 hrs a week, are you asking me for gas money.  Budget that crap in!  Go another two weeks with a hole in your sock. Stop driving everywhere unless you need actually go to that destination. 

By no means am I stating I'm perfect, but if I learned anything in the last 2 and a half years it's to get my priorities straight.