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Life . . . It's Not Just A Cereal Anymore
Jun. 14th, 2004 02:18 pmHey, wow! There's an Internet connection here!
The computer and I have been arguing about whether or not I (and, apparantly, only I) can use the Internet. I am a patient person, yes. However, waiting thirty minutes per page is just a bit much. The computer has finally relented, and I need to catch up on LJ something fierce.
The kittens are being incredibly active. This is great entertainment for the Phooka, who treats them as her personal, fluffy toys. We've got homes for almost all of them now.
Ebon has a job. His first day is today. This is a Very Good Thing(tm). If his child support actually gets lowered to where the lawyer thinks it should have been in the first place, he'll be bringing in enough for us to have a little left over after bills. A very, very, very little, but better than nothing.
Job-searching for me is on what will probably be a permanant hold. I am enjoying being a stay-at-home wife more than I thought I would. There's also the fact that keeping up with house, farm, children and cats is more than any one person can manage by themselves. I'm still working on getting the beading started up. Funding that will need to wait until finances are somewhat more stable, though.
I feel vaguely guilty. I'm happy with my life, truly happy. I'd like to go to college again, but what I want to do is take a course here and a course there, and only the courses I'm interested in, not try and chase a degree. The family currently needs me at home more than it needs any income I could bring home, and I'd much rather stay at home and work than go chase a job down. And I still feel guilty, because I was supposed to go to college, get at least a Masters in something, and then go get a high-end job. Yes, really. I was. Go ask my parents. I feel guilty for being happy with my life, when my mom is trying to shove me back into college and a job every time we talk.
My ambitions are just not all that high. Good house, lots of land, family, kids, cats, bills all kept up with, books, computers, Internet access, music, various board games, not having to eat beans, peanut butter, and pasta constantly . . . I've got most of what I want. I don't particularly need or want all that much more. Why is this bothering so many of my relatives? For that matter, should this be bothering me?
The computer and I have been arguing about whether or not I (and, apparantly, only I) can use the Internet. I am a patient person, yes. However, waiting thirty minutes per page is just a bit much. The computer has finally relented, and I need to catch up on LJ something fierce.
The kittens are being incredibly active. This is great entertainment for the Phooka, who treats them as her personal, fluffy toys. We've got homes for almost all of them now.
Ebon has a job. His first day is today. This is a Very Good Thing(tm). If his child support actually gets lowered to where the lawyer thinks it should have been in the first place, he'll be bringing in enough for us to have a little left over after bills. A very, very, very little, but better than nothing.
Job-searching for me is on what will probably be a permanant hold. I am enjoying being a stay-at-home wife more than I thought I would. There's also the fact that keeping up with house, farm, children and cats is more than any one person can manage by themselves. I'm still working on getting the beading started up. Funding that will need to wait until finances are somewhat more stable, though.
I feel vaguely guilty. I'm happy with my life, truly happy. I'd like to go to college again, but what I want to do is take a course here and a course there, and only the courses I'm interested in, not try and chase a degree. The family currently needs me at home more than it needs any income I could bring home, and I'd much rather stay at home and work than go chase a job down. And I still feel guilty, because I was supposed to go to college, get at least a Masters in something, and then go get a high-end job. Yes, really. I was. Go ask my parents. I feel guilty for being happy with my life, when my mom is trying to shove me back into college and a job every time we talk.
My ambitions are just not all that high. Good house, lots of land, family, kids, cats, bills all kept up with, books, computers, Internet access, music, various board games, not having to eat beans, peanut butter, and pasta constantly . . . I've got most of what I want. I don't particularly need or want all that much more. Why is this bothering so many of my relatives? For that matter, should this be bothering me?
