Cutter's Log - Stardate 3102.92.30
Current Song - It's My Life (No Doubt)
2011 Mississippi River Vacation - Part I
2011 Mississippi River Vacation - Part II
2011 Mississippi River Vacation - Part III
2011 Mississippi River Vacation - Part IV
2011 Mississippi River Vacation - Pictures I
2011 Mississippi River Vacation - Pictures II
2011 Mississippi River Vacation - Pictures III
"With a lot of vacations, there are some regrets. I have a few. I regret not being able to make the trip from Little Falls to Bemijdi, and stopping at those Wisconsin State Parks, and waking up late on the final day. But I think the best thing about these types of vacations is that the opportunity to come back is there because of these regrets. Of course, I would do the whole thing all over again if I could. However, to be honest, I don't know if I'm going to be able to travel this far for leisure for a while. I would like to get things straightened up back home before putting the money aside." -- Me, 2011
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I have vacation time reserved from April 28 (my 27th Birthday) until May 5.
With a new house and still trying to find a way to make a bill cycle work without worry, it doesn't seem likely that a vacation is in the cards. However, all of the stress of undertaking this pretty much tells me that a vacation is needed.
The last vacation I took was along the northern part of the Mississippi River from Clinton on up to the Headwaters in Lake Itasca, MN. It was a really fun trip! Didn't anticipate the return trip through Wisconsin being the attraction it was.
I woke up late on my 4th and final day of the trip and it got dark by the time I reached the crossing of the Wisconsin River. I drove through Wyalusing, Bagley, Potosi and East Dubuque while it was dark out. I told myself that one day I would return up there to see what I missed. When, I don't know.
Well, I have plans to return up there this year. However, I'm going to try to make it as "el cheapo" as possible. Thus, I have camping plans.
Two places that intrigued me along the Iowa-Wisconsin border were North Buena Vista and Wyalusing. Both are small towns that are off the beaten path. NBV looked like a campground city on hills with one-lane park-like roads. Its cafe, I swear, was in a mobile home-like structure. One thing's for sure: When you think of Iowa, you think of cornfields. Not the case for NBV. Wyalusing looked similar, but with less campers. It is on the bottom of a bluff. Lots of shade space in both towns.
I found a Jellystone campsite in Bagley, south of Wyalusing. I had originally planned on camping or renting a cabin for a whole week there, but that changed after I found out that Opening Weekend was on the tail end of the vacation span. Still, I'm going to inquire about that weekend and see if I can get a spot for a tent.
But I don't have a tent. I would like one for my 27th Birthday.
Since the campground opening is on the last part of the week, I thought it was best to divide my vacation time into smaller fun things in a row rather than one thing for the whole week.
So hopefully the weekend part of it is official. Just have to make the call. I got something in mind for Friday, but still not sure on how to plan it yet. That'll be "Part II" in this Blog. Subsequent entries will follow.
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If you're an avid reader of the Blog, you're probably wondering about the car.
Not too long ago I took it on a drive to Dixon to get gas and a car wash at the Shell station. However, I noticed that something started to kick underneath. I'm going 65 miles per hour on the freeway with my cruise control on. That cruise control has been acting up lately and I wondered if that was why the car was "kicking."
I came back home on the Old Route 2 and drove 50 mph back to Sterling (no cruise), and things were back to normal. Last night I went to Dixon and back to see if the problem was still there. I took Old Route 2 both ways at 55 mph. There with no cruise, and back with cruise. I noticed nothing. So I'm guessing that the car shouldn't go anything over 55 (and why would it, outside of an Interstate?) with or without a cruise.
I guess the good thing about that is that I won't be speeding.
Sterling to Bagley is all two-lane road, with the exception of a stretch from Galena to East Dubuque. I think doing 55 won't be a problem.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
The Top 50 List - A Big Mistake
Cutter's Log - Stardate 3102.72.30
Current Song - You Dropped a Bomb On Me (The Gap Band)
Those that grew up with me know that I did some stupid things in school.
The "Top 50 List" of my favorite girls was the stupidest.
Looking back over 10 years after making these lists, I think it caused quite a few rifts among my classmates. I think the world would have been a little bit better if I hadn't made the lists. Making these lists was just an immature act that made me get attention in the wrong ways.
The whole concept started in 6th grade when some of the boys kept asking me who I liked. Then it turned into "who do you like more?" Thus the list began.
Why did I keep making them? I struggled with verbal communication in regard to such, but writing it down was the only way to make things known.
Really, the only spots that mattered were 1-20. The latter 30 was just a mix of girls that weren't in my top 20, but I felt like I needed to include them for the sake of being considered in some way. Problem was, there were more than 50 girls in my middle school class.
The process was simple: The girl I liked the most was #1. And so on. You moved up or down on my list based on whether you were nice to me or not.
Oh, I made severe omissions and bad rankings on some. But that was because I didn't know who they were at the time. Once realizing that, I felt guilty making these lists all of the time, but I continued to keep doing it.
Some wondered when I was going to make the next "Top 50 List," and thus I would hastily put one together when pressure mounted.
I made them whenever I could, or whenever my heart was feeling it. I always told myself that if I were to ever hook up with a girl, I would end this Top 50 list for good. I struggled with "getting girls" in middle school, while seeing several of my friends engage in "relationships" over that time. Some boys had at least 5 girlfriends, and some girls had at least 5 boyfriends. However, they were far from any negative word that describes such people.
I've been confronted quite a bit about "positioning" on the list. Much had to do with girls wondering why they were ranked lower than this other girl. And I had to try to explain it in the sheepish way possible. In addition, there were a few girls that most of my friends didn't think were worthy of even top 25 but I put them in there. It was because of their misconception that looks meant more than niceness, which is truthfully the opposite.
There was one girl who was obsessed about "movin' on up" on the list. She got to as high as #11. Others were pleased with how high they were: One girl signed "#6" in my 8th grade yearbook. Others anxiously awaited that #1 spot: One girl signed my 8th grade yearbook with "am I #1 yet? call me when I am!"
Only 8 girls have ever held the #1 spot: Amber, Sarah, Sarah, Jennie, Jenna, Michelle, Brittany and Carly. I can think of five others that got as high as #2.
The "Top 50" List was just another middle school fad, just like colored highlights in hair, battles over chewing gum in class, teacher impersonations, RESPECT, etc. But this one likely did more harm than good. Toward the end of 8th grade, I quit doing the list because I was starting to realize that.
Actually, Mr. Douglas helped me put an end to it.
Apparently all of the teachers knew about me making a list, discussing it in the teacher's lounge and such. That's probably why most of the teachers there didn't care for me. So, natrually, as educators, they try to find a way to make me stop writing these lists. Mr. Douglas found that list in the hallway, or while passed in class. I guess it got to a breaking point in the teacher's circles.
He pulled from his desk a crumpled up list and asked me if this was mine. He then found a way to persuade me to stop making the lists. He wasn't angry about it, but addressed it to me well enough. I think he also told me about the negatives that I was causing by making these lists. It all made sense to me and I quit making the lists.
Natrually, I had moved on from such. The following years would bring more girls to my life, but with the understanding that putting them on a list would do no good.
10 years later, I had hoped that time itself would destroy the very existance of the "Top 50 List" from ever happening. Turns out people still remember it, and people will continue to remember it.
It is my hope that those who remember aren't still feeling the sting from my List creating a rift in friendships and such. If so, I know apologies won't do much, but I am sorry.
Current Song - You Dropped a Bomb On Me (The Gap Band)
Those that grew up with me know that I did some stupid things in school.
The "Top 50 List" of my favorite girls was the stupidest.
Looking back over 10 years after making these lists, I think it caused quite a few rifts among my classmates. I think the world would have been a little bit better if I hadn't made the lists. Making these lists was just an immature act that made me get attention in the wrong ways.
The whole concept started in 6th grade when some of the boys kept asking me who I liked. Then it turned into "who do you like more?" Thus the list began.
Why did I keep making them? I struggled with verbal communication in regard to such, but writing it down was the only way to make things known.
Really, the only spots that mattered were 1-20. The latter 30 was just a mix of girls that weren't in my top 20, but I felt like I needed to include them for the sake of being considered in some way. Problem was, there were more than 50 girls in my middle school class.
The process was simple: The girl I liked the most was #1. And so on. You moved up or down on my list based on whether you were nice to me or not.
Oh, I made severe omissions and bad rankings on some. But that was because I didn't know who they were at the time. Once realizing that, I felt guilty making these lists all of the time, but I continued to keep doing it.
Some wondered when I was going to make the next "Top 50 List," and thus I would hastily put one together when pressure mounted.
I made them whenever I could, or whenever my heart was feeling it. I always told myself that if I were to ever hook up with a girl, I would end this Top 50 list for good. I struggled with "getting girls" in middle school, while seeing several of my friends engage in "relationships" over that time. Some boys had at least 5 girlfriends, and some girls had at least 5 boyfriends. However, they were far from any negative word that describes such people.
I've been confronted quite a bit about "positioning" on the list. Much had to do with girls wondering why they were ranked lower than this other girl. And I had to try to explain it in the sheepish way possible. In addition, there were a few girls that most of my friends didn't think were worthy of even top 25 but I put them in there. It was because of their misconception that looks meant more than niceness, which is truthfully the opposite.
There was one girl who was obsessed about "movin' on up" on the list. She got to as high as #11. Others were pleased with how high they were: One girl signed "#6" in my 8th grade yearbook. Others anxiously awaited that #1 spot: One girl signed my 8th grade yearbook with "am I #1 yet? call me when I am!"
Only 8 girls have ever held the #1 spot: Amber, Sarah, Sarah, Jennie, Jenna, Michelle, Brittany and Carly. I can think of five others that got as high as #2.
The "Top 50" List was just another middle school fad, just like colored highlights in hair, battles over chewing gum in class, teacher impersonations, RESPECT, etc. But this one likely did more harm than good. Toward the end of 8th grade, I quit doing the list because I was starting to realize that.
Actually, Mr. Douglas helped me put an end to it.
Apparently all of the teachers knew about me making a list, discussing it in the teacher's lounge and such. That's probably why most of the teachers there didn't care for me. So, natrually, as educators, they try to find a way to make me stop writing these lists. Mr. Douglas found that list in the hallway, or while passed in class. I guess it got to a breaking point in the teacher's circles.
He pulled from his desk a crumpled up list and asked me if this was mine. He then found a way to persuade me to stop making the lists. He wasn't angry about it, but addressed it to me well enough. I think he also told me about the negatives that I was causing by making these lists. It all made sense to me and I quit making the lists.
Natrually, I had moved on from such. The following years would bring more girls to my life, but with the understanding that putting them on a list would do no good.
10 years later, I had hoped that time itself would destroy the very existance of the "Top 50 List" from ever happening. Turns out people still remember it, and people will continue to remember it.
It is my hope that those who remember aren't still feeling the sting from my List creating a rift in friendships and such. If so, I know apologies won't do much, but I am sorry.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
So How AM I Doing?
Cutter's Log - Stardate 3102.42.30
Current Song - Straight On (Heart)
It's a habit that I mutter "good" when people ask me how I am doing.
That stems from the many times I simply lie in order to prevent myself from unknown, prolonged conversation when time is tight. I say "good" when things are either good OR not-so-good. About the only time I'll ever be honest is when I have the time and patience to engage in conversation.
"How are you" serves as the ultimate ice breaker - and here I am pushing it aside because I am constantly busy. Over the years, this gave my friends and classmates the impression that I was rude. However, I simply didn't know how to interact.
So how AM I doing?
Seems like I have to write an entire novel to answer that question these days. So here it is.
***
I'm exhausted. I will be finishing my seventh or eighth straight 40-hour work week. I haven't done that since the summer after high school graduation at Crest. That job brought to light the issues with my back and knees. My back was sore every day and my knees hurt to where I needed to crouch down on the assembly line to ease the pain.
After all this 40-hour stuff recently, my knees are weak once again and my back is getting sore around the center. My knees are a "big" problem. Sometimes they feel like giving out when I get off work, getting that jerking feeling. It's money, yes, but I feel like crap every night.
A lot of people I know are engaged in multiple money-making jobs. I fail to have the stamina necessary at this time to accomplish this. I don't know if there is a supplment or something that I should take in order to improve this.
***
Since putting off website stuff (Day 3 of the Hiatus), I feel like I have a much-clearer head. Like a door flew open and sucked things out. However, I still find myself thinking about issues in the high school sports scene: Upstate-Downstate Treatment, Four-Class Basketball, and the portrayal of varsity stars in media. One thought will lead to another, which winds up eating into my time.
I have thought of a way to relieve this: I took tiny pieces of paper and wrote down ...
Four-Class Basketball (MP/Simeon)
Upstate-Downstate Treatment
NIB 5/5
Portrayal of varsity stars in media
... and folded them out and placed them in a ziploc sandwich bag. That way I won't look at what I wrote down.
When I come back briefly in late May, I hope to put all of these things in a mega-column. Once things are written down, I'll try not to think of them until then.
***
Weight-wise, I have to get back on track. That explains the knees. The four weeks of State Finals stuff threw me off, but I intend to get back with the increased free time.
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But I think the biggest thing for me right now is to try to have fun. All of the stuff I'm going through is not fun. If I had more fun, I don't think I would be so stressed.
I can't wait for sunny days, so that I can watch some softball games.
I yearn for classmate get-togethers, so that we can catch up and remain in touch.
One day I hope I can be lively at a bar (while remaining a permanent DD).
I hope my Lotto #s come in to where I can win something.
I hope that something I write on here will actually grab someone's attention so we could discuss (and learn).
Perhaps then, "good" will mean something.
I hope that fun days are ahead, without me being pressured.
Current Song - Straight On (Heart)
It's a habit that I mutter "good" when people ask me how I am doing.
That stems from the many times I simply lie in order to prevent myself from unknown, prolonged conversation when time is tight. I say "good" when things are either good OR not-so-good. About the only time I'll ever be honest is when I have the time and patience to engage in conversation.
"How are you" serves as the ultimate ice breaker - and here I am pushing it aside because I am constantly busy. Over the years, this gave my friends and classmates the impression that I was rude. However, I simply didn't know how to interact.
So how AM I doing?
Seems like I have to write an entire novel to answer that question these days. So here it is.
***
I'm exhausted. I will be finishing my seventh or eighth straight 40-hour work week. I haven't done that since the summer after high school graduation at Crest. That job brought to light the issues with my back and knees. My back was sore every day and my knees hurt to where I needed to crouch down on the assembly line to ease the pain.
After all this 40-hour stuff recently, my knees are weak once again and my back is getting sore around the center. My knees are a "big" problem. Sometimes they feel like giving out when I get off work, getting that jerking feeling. It's money, yes, but I feel like crap every night.
A lot of people I know are engaged in multiple money-making jobs. I fail to have the stamina necessary at this time to accomplish this. I don't know if there is a supplment or something that I should take in order to improve this.
***
Since putting off website stuff (Day 3 of the Hiatus), I feel like I have a much-clearer head. Like a door flew open and sucked things out. However, I still find myself thinking about issues in the high school sports scene: Upstate-Downstate Treatment, Four-Class Basketball, and the portrayal of varsity stars in media. One thought will lead to another, which winds up eating into my time.
I have thought of a way to relieve this: I took tiny pieces of paper and wrote down ...
Four-Class Basketball (MP/Simeon)
Upstate-Downstate Treatment
NIB 5/5
Portrayal of varsity stars in media
... and folded them out and placed them in a ziploc sandwich bag. That way I won't look at what I wrote down.
When I come back briefly in late May, I hope to put all of these things in a mega-column. Once things are written down, I'll try not to think of them until then.
***
Weight-wise, I have to get back on track. That explains the knees. The four weeks of State Finals stuff threw me off, but I intend to get back with the increased free time.
***
But I think the biggest thing for me right now is to try to have fun. All of the stuff I'm going through is not fun. If I had more fun, I don't think I would be so stressed.
I can't wait for sunny days, so that I can watch some softball games.
I yearn for classmate get-togethers, so that we can catch up and remain in touch.
One day I hope I can be lively at a bar (while remaining a permanent DD).
I hope my Lotto #s come in to where I can win something.
I hope that something I write on here will actually grab someone's attention so we could discuss (and learn).
Perhaps then, "good" will mean something.
I hope that fun days are ahead, without me being pressured.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Train Whistles at Night
Cutter's Log - Stardate 3102.02.30
Current Song - Long Train Running (Doobie Brothers)
I live about 75 feet from one of America's most important railroad lines - the Chicago-to-San Francisco route. There's a train rolling by every 20-25 minutes.
Trains are nothing new to me as my parents' house is about two blocks from this same track, my grandparents' house is right along the tracks, and I have lived no farther than one mile from these tracks. Having been at my house for five months, the trains are nothing more than ambient background noise anymore, even at night. They don't bother me when I try to sleep.
By rule, the only train whistles we hear in Sterling and Rock Falls are when they cross Stouffer Road, Avenue B, Avenue K, the crossing at NWSW's western-most mill near Casey's, and a couple of crossings in Galt. Others come as needed (emergencies, people on the tracks, etc.). Before a train crosses my house, I know that two blows means its coming from the east and three blows mean its coming from the west.
Trains have many whistles, but my favorite-sounding one is a low-pitched one very late at night. It doesn't really mean anything, but rather is tuned as such with the doppler effect - the pitch is higher when it gets close to us, and thus gets lower as it goes away from us.
Sound travels in waves. However, there are many things that block these waves. This makes the whistles sound different. Because I live along the river, there is a long and open path with no sound wave interruption. That is, from the eastern tip of Lawrence Brothers to Stouffer Road. This creates two different train whistle sounds when a train crosses Stouffer Road (open field with nothing in the way) and Avenue K (mill buildings in the way).
The whistles near the mill are going to be the most lower-pitched ones. Try speaking into a paper towel tube and you'll know why.
Train whistles at the mill. Brings people back to the "good 'ol days" in the Twin Cities, doesn't it? I guess that's why I like it.
Current Song - Long Train Running (Doobie Brothers)
I live about 75 feet from one of America's most important railroad lines - the Chicago-to-San Francisco route. There's a train rolling by every 20-25 minutes.
Trains are nothing new to me as my parents' house is about two blocks from this same track, my grandparents' house is right along the tracks, and I have lived no farther than one mile from these tracks. Having been at my house for five months, the trains are nothing more than ambient background noise anymore, even at night. They don't bother me when I try to sleep.
By rule, the only train whistles we hear in Sterling and Rock Falls are when they cross Stouffer Road, Avenue B, Avenue K, the crossing at NWSW's western-most mill near Casey's, and a couple of crossings in Galt. Others come as needed (emergencies, people on the tracks, etc.). Before a train crosses my house, I know that two blows means its coming from the east and three blows mean its coming from the west.
Trains have many whistles, but my favorite-sounding one is a low-pitched one very late at night. It doesn't really mean anything, but rather is tuned as such with the doppler effect - the pitch is higher when it gets close to us, and thus gets lower as it goes away from us.
Sound travels in waves. However, there are many things that block these waves. This makes the whistles sound different. Because I live along the river, there is a long and open path with no sound wave interruption. That is, from the eastern tip of Lawrence Brothers to Stouffer Road. This creates two different train whistle sounds when a train crosses Stouffer Road (open field with nothing in the way) and Avenue K (mill buildings in the way).
The whistles near the mill are going to be the most lower-pitched ones. Try speaking into a paper towel tube and you'll know why.
Train whistles at the mill. Brings people back to the "good 'ol days" in the Twin Cities, doesn't it? I guess that's why I like it.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Where Will My Allegiances Lie?
Cutter's Log - Stardate 3102.81.30
Current Song - It's Too Late (Carole King)
Any time you see one of my Blog entries that has to do with "allegiances," you can figure out what's it's going to be about.
Winter is done. The press pass and clipboard are hung up in the closet until State Final time. I'm not writing this spring. The last spring I didn't write? 2002. What was I doing then? Riding a bike to Geneseo, of course.
Eleven years later, the same team I loved has a different cast. Ever since my '05 classmates graduated, my intake has whittled down to maybe a couple of games per year. I was no longer "#1" for the program, but still to the individual particulars of that time. Today's cast doesn't recognize me, but that's time doing its thing.
As a journalist, I looked at the program and its geographical rival (my alma mater) on even ground.
But why am I leaning toward picking a side?
Nine years ago around this time, I was at rock bottom after one of the worst times of my life. I've told that story quite a bit. Many years later, I've found myself wanting to give thanks to a program that lifted me up from times of depression.
Yes, I know the entire cast has changed (save one adult). However, I can see a two-way street of support, especially with what's brewing nearby.
In other words, I'm bored and feel like experiencing that high school sports "fan" feeling one more time - and probably the last time until I get out of the profession.
Since keeping my eye on them, I have never seen a period where a great big wall stood in their way - not even during Morrison's constant reloading.
Of course, I know some people back at the alma mater. Two (well, one, but two) of which were an important part of my heyday. This creates the teetering on the fence. Is it so much the individual parts, or the whole?
To say I support one over the other, does that mean I don't support the other? I've been down that road before, and know that answer is no.
People know me as having been a huge fan of one team at one time. But that was a long time ago.
Something very wonderful could be forming at my alma mater. At the same time, there's no way I'm going to disconnect from a program that pretty much saved my life.
So you think come April 23 that I don't know which side to sit on? Come the expected regional final between these two, I still won't know where I'll sit.
There's a part of the bleachers that directly lines up with home plate and the pitcher's circle. But an umpire, catcher and a steel post are in the way. I can't see muhc there.
Nevertheless, I have both a Rock Falls and Sterling varsity softball schedule printed out and tacked on my office door.
Current Song - It's Too Late (Carole King)
Any time you see one of my Blog entries that has to do with "allegiances," you can figure out what's it's going to be about.
Winter is done. The press pass and clipboard are hung up in the closet until State Final time. I'm not writing this spring. The last spring I didn't write? 2002. What was I doing then? Riding a bike to Geneseo, of course.
Eleven years later, the same team I loved has a different cast. Ever since my '05 classmates graduated, my intake has whittled down to maybe a couple of games per year. I was no longer "#1" for the program, but still to the individual particulars of that time. Today's cast doesn't recognize me, but that's time doing its thing.
As a journalist, I looked at the program and its geographical rival (my alma mater) on even ground.
But why am I leaning toward picking a side?
Nine years ago around this time, I was at rock bottom after one of the worst times of my life. I've told that story quite a bit. Many years later, I've found myself wanting to give thanks to a program that lifted me up from times of depression.
Yes, I know the entire cast has changed (save one adult). However, I can see a two-way street of support, especially with what's brewing nearby.
In other words, I'm bored and feel like experiencing that high school sports "fan" feeling one more time - and probably the last time until I get out of the profession.
Since keeping my eye on them, I have never seen a period where a great big wall stood in their way - not even during Morrison's constant reloading.
Of course, I know some people back at the alma mater. Two (well, one, but two) of which were an important part of my heyday. This creates the teetering on the fence. Is it so much the individual parts, or the whole?
To say I support one over the other, does that mean I don't support the other? I've been down that road before, and know that answer is no.
People know me as having been a huge fan of one team at one time. But that was a long time ago.
Something very wonderful could be forming at my alma mater. At the same time, there's no way I'm going to disconnect from a program that pretty much saved my life.
So you think come April 23 that I don't know which side to sit on? Come the expected regional final between these two, I still won't know where I'll sit.
There's a part of the bleachers that directly lines up with home plate and the pitcher's circle. But an umpire, catcher and a steel post are in the way. I can't see muhc there.
Nevertheless, I have both a Rock Falls and Sterling varsity softball schedule printed out and tacked on my office door.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Gonna Ride This Storm Out
Cutter's Log - Stardate 3102.10.30
Current Song - Ridin The Storm Out (REO Speedwagon)
This isn't the first time I've been knocked off my feet.
If you're reading this, you know that things have been very, very rough for me lately. Then recently I announced a hiatus from website work for this spring. I understand that made many people worried about me and how I was doing.
Let me tell you the truth - It's not fun right now. Over the past few weeks I have had plenty of wear and tear. I don't think I've ever been this worn out before. At work, when my time at the register is done and I'm sitting and doing paperwork, I feel like taking a nap. I think it's a combination of more hours at work and the work load I was doing with NISB.
I can't remember going this long without shaving, but I finally did that tonight. Baby steps.
I haven't had 40-hour-work-week stretches in this fashion since working those couple of months in a food packing plant. But even then, that was during the summer when I had no high school sports things to be concerned with. However, the money is much needed right now.
Money will be even more needed now.
I just had a bad diagnosis on my car. I sent it in to get the cooling system checked, and found out that the whole thing really needed replaced. However, it could be patched up for a temporary fix and I had that done. But the real killer was the strong recommendation from the repair shop that I should look for a new car.
So I'll need to be looking for a different car. That'll eat up the remainder of my paycheck.
I begin my website break on March 18, and for five months (outside of two weekends), I won't be doing anything with high school sports. I'm pondering a second part-time job that involves the morning-afternoon shifts. Gee, if I'm worn out already, I don't know how much I can handle with working non-stop 85% of the time I am awake.
In fact, I'm worn out now. I can't even finish this entry.
Current Song - Ridin The Storm Out (REO Speedwagon)
This isn't the first time I've been knocked off my feet.
If you're reading this, you know that things have been very, very rough for me lately. Then recently I announced a hiatus from website work for this spring. I understand that made many people worried about me and how I was doing.
Let me tell you the truth - It's not fun right now. Over the past few weeks I have had plenty of wear and tear. I don't think I've ever been this worn out before. At work, when my time at the register is done and I'm sitting and doing paperwork, I feel like taking a nap. I think it's a combination of more hours at work and the work load I was doing with NISB.
I can't remember going this long without shaving, but I finally did that tonight. Baby steps.
I haven't had 40-hour-work-week stretches in this fashion since working those couple of months in a food packing plant. But even then, that was during the summer when I had no high school sports things to be concerned with. However, the money is much needed right now.
Money will be even more needed now.
I just had a bad diagnosis on my car. I sent it in to get the cooling system checked, and found out that the whole thing really needed replaced. However, it could be patched up for a temporary fix and I had that done. But the real killer was the strong recommendation from the repair shop that I should look for a new car.
So I'll need to be looking for a different car. That'll eat up the remainder of my paycheck.
I begin my website break on March 18, and for five months (outside of two weekends), I won't be doing anything with high school sports. I'm pondering a second part-time job that involves the morning-afternoon shifts. Gee, if I'm worn out already, I don't know how much I can handle with working non-stop 85% of the time I am awake.
In fact, I'm worn out now. I can't even finish this entry.
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