the rest will come on its own. Honestly, my mind just keeps moving full-speed ahead, jumping the tracks every other chance it gets and basically just wreaking havoc in every direction. So many ideas. So many dreams. So many roads to take. Is it any wonder I’ve settled on a liberal arts degree? Nope. No wonder at all. Too interested in a little bit of everything and not interested enough in any one thing. Definitely time to just pick one thing and try to keep my focus on that. No more shiny distractions. No more wandering off into the dark.
Honestly, my head is still reeling from this entire concept of Donald Trump running for president. Are people seriously serious about wanting our country run by a man who cannot control his mouth to save his life? Whose companies have filed corporate bankruptcy proceedings on numerous occasions? Who unashamedly bashes women who don’t meet the outdated and ridiculously set patriarchal standards of yesteryear? Who cannot get his facts straight and double-talks his way around anything he’s called out on? The man is a self-serving opportunist who has put his hat in the ring to create one of the biggest circuses of
It’s been a busy week around here! We hit a drive-in movie theater for a dusk-to-dawn marathon (which required a full day of recovery afterwards), kiddos headed back to school and with that we threw two back-to-school/meet the teacher nights onto our to-do, started training for a new project assignment, turned out my final paper for an art appreciation class (that drove me insane because it’s not really my thing, but pulled out a 97 as my final grade – yay!), failed a post office exam in my continuing quest to find a “regular” job, and wrapped the week up
There’s no denying the simple fact that the quality of adult life rests largely upon the three little numbers derived from the sum of everything on a stupid credit report file. Daily credit, car loans, home mortgages, even jobs in some cases, all care about this number and use it to judge whether you’d be a good risk – as a consumer, an employee, or anything freaking else it seems. I hate that something so impersonal wields such power. Once upon a time I had a very carefully managed and controlled credit file of stellar quality. I worked hard for