by Megan on September 29, 2009
[inspired by Courtney]
I’m a wife. I’m a mother to Loki. I’m a sister to two amazing people. I’m a daughter to the best parents a girl could ask for.
I’m a full-time worker (and I prefer it that way). I’m a spender, but I know how to save. I’m in love with evenings. I’m learning to love mornings.
I’m a student. I want to be a counselor. I want to help children going through a death in the family and/or divorce of their parents. I want to be their shoulder to cry on or their smile to laugh with. I want to be a helping hand. I also want to be a journalist/photographer.
I’m 5’1″. I have a face full of freckles, and I don’t mind them so much anymore. I’ve never dyed my hair; it’s a natural brown with natural red highlights here and there. I have blue eyes (from my Dad and Granny). I bite my fingernails when I’m nervous/when I have nothing to do.
I could eat pasta every day of the week. And chicken. I hate the way chicken looks uncooked, though.
I want children someday. A boy and a girl, perhaps. I want them to look like Husband, with his beautiful brown hair and ever-changing eyes. I love the names Aisley (for a girl) and Greyson (for a boy).
I want to grow, love, learn, fight (passionately), smile, live.
Who are you?
by Megan on March 11, 2009
Let me start off by saying, I’m really tired.
I left work about thirty minutes early yesterday because Josh and I had a date last night, and I wanted to be able to beat the five o’ clock traffic. (That didn’t happen, but I tried.) We ended up driving an hour away to Chattanooga because I wanted to go to Red Lobster. After dinner, we went to Michael’s because, with my newfound love for Etsy, I want to be crafty. Crafty with paper, of course. After $80 spent on supplies (several packs of cardstock, scissors, glue sticks, tape with designs on it, stamps, & ink [is that really all I bought?!]), we drove to Starbucks (two tall London fog teas) and then drove the hour home. By the time we got home, it was nearly ten, but I was too excited to sleep just yet. I wanted to try out my new crafting abilities!
Well, I suck. However, with a little more patience and practice–this is hard for someone who throws the knitting needles across the room after five minutes of trying to learn to knit (which I have yet to accomplish)–I should be a paper expert. I have so many ideas floating around in my head, which is probably why I didn’t fall asleep until well after midnight–and yes, I had to wake up at five. I was thinking of all of these cute designs and I wanted to try them out. (I considered staying home from work today just to work on the cards, but we won’t tell anyone that.)
My problem isn’t in design or creative abilities. I have that. Put me to work on photoshop, and I can design something pretty nifty; but when it comes to doing it by hand, I sometimes have a little trouble. I usually overcome said troubles, but with some things (*cough*knitting*cough*), I give up before giving it a chance. I’m excited about making the cards, though, and I’m trying to start out small so that I don’t overwhelm myself. Eventually, I’ll be a paper genius.
Probably. Maybe.
What are YOUR tips for making paper crafts? How do you deal with your frustrations?
(And if anyone would like to teach me how to knit, I’ll bake you cookies.)
by Megan on January 23, 2009
As I mentioned in my previous post, I’ve been feeling as if my job at the hotel is depressing me/keeping me from moving forward. Well, that is all about to change come Monday morning…
Several months ago, Josh’s aunt asked for my resume. She works in hiring for a big company in east Tennessee–TVA–and she was trying to get me a job in an office somewhere. I ended up not getting the job, but she kept my resume for future job openings. Today, while I was asleep (since I worked last night), she text Josh asking if she could put my resume in for another job opening. I was half-asleep, and thinking “what the heck?” so I let her submit it. A few hours later, I received a call. A man asked if I’d be interested in an office position doing scheduling. He also told me I’d be making $15/hr (which is twice as much as what I make now) with a 401k and five days sick leave. The catch? The job is only an eight-week position. However, there is the possibility of transferring to another area after the eight weeks are up. How could I say no to such a great opportunity? Even if, after eight weeks, I’m not able to transfer, at least the job will look good on my resume, and the money will help me save of for school. I feel like this opportunity couldn’t have came at a more perfect time.
I start Monday at 7am. I’m still unsure of how I’ll wake up so early after I’ve been working third shift for about six months now, but I can do it. I’m off Friday-Sunday this weekend, so I’ll have time to get used to a new sleep schedule. From what I’ve been told, this job is exactly what I’ve been wanting. I’ll be able to dress nice while working in an office environment, and I’ll have normal hours and a great amount of pay.
Maybe this was the push I needed?
by Megan on January 21, 2009
I have been feeling far from myself lately. I feel sick, literally, and I’ve been getting upset too easily. Unfortunately, Josh has had to suffer through my mood swings, and I feel terrible after each time I cry over nothing. I’m not sure where the sudden emotion is coming from. I’m an emotional person to begin with, but this is too much.
I feel as if my job is depressing me–not in the sense that it makes me sad, but in the sense that it is literally depressing me, or pushing me down. With this job, I feel like I’m not going up. I’m in one spot, and I cannot move. I dwell on it, and it just gives me a headache. Working nights is lonely, too. Every one is asleep (except some online friends), and I go hours without talking to a single person. Then, I go home and fall asleep next to my husband, but by the time I wake up, I’m alone because he woke up hours before. I go to bed before the sun rises (if the first shift girl is on time, which is hardly ever), and I wake up while the sun is setting–winter days are just too short. No matter how much sleep I get, I feel tired–well, exhausted is more like it. I can’t write well; I’m not reading well. I just feel as if I’m in this ‘bleh’ state of being.
I still plan to go back to school this summer, but it just seems so far away. The economy is horrible, and it’s nearly impossible for Josh to find a job. I try to remain optimistic about everything, and I know things will go back up eventually; it just seems to be taking a long while to get there.
Sometimes I feel so completely invincible, as if I could go on in life without a care in the world. Of course, then I wake up and realize that I’m only human. It’s okay to be sad sometimes.
I just need a push–or maybe a shove?–back up.
