I woke this morning to Mr. Bojangles and We-Ping fighting with each other. I'm glad I did though cause daughter was just walking out the front door for school. I still like giving her a kiss good-bye when I can. So I jumped up to tell her good-bye and to watch her to the car.
I was told yesterday I had to work Christmas, or find my own replacement.
So I found my replacement. I left the paper work for her (my replacement) at the nurses station. She'll sign off on it today................and I will work for her on New Years Eve. So Yay! I made a decision a long time ago after many years of working on Christmas that I wouldn't do it anymore. I want that day with my family....... hopefully replacement girl doesn't change her mind.
I buried a picture of Saint Christopher in my back yard.( you're really supposed to bury a statue but I didn't want to spend the money so I drew a picture of him.) I heard if I did that I'd sell my house. Then I read that it's supposed to be Saint Joseph that will help you sell your house. So I'll dig up Saint Christopher and bury Saint Joseph.It can't hurt.
But what i truly believe is that things happen for a reason. And those reasons may not be any of our business right now. If it's meant to be, it will be.
I"m sneaking a smoke now and then. Have been doing it for about 2 weeks. Daughter "caught" me. "you've got to be freakin kidding me!" was her response. Then she stormed off and I think I heard her cursing under her breath.
I felt ashamed and very sorry for having let her down........and pissed off at myself for allowing myself that first slip.
1 comment:
Of course you can go to the trouble but I honestly don't think the digging and burying of anything in the yard will affect the outcome of the sale. As far as the smoking goes take it from someone who smoked 3 packs a day for a lot of years, you won't really quit until the day you "WANT" to. I finally decided on the evening of Jan. 21st, 1981 and went from 3 packs to nothing and have not wanted one since that day. Good luck with your progress.
Odie
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