Ramblings...

I hate life. not my life, just the general term. there is no living without money. you cant eat, cant stay warm, and just cant survive. you cant get money without slavery. thats all that jobs are. minimum wage is a joke. a bunch of old fat egotistical men came up with each states minimum wage. they all got together, sat their fat butts around a table that cost more than a house, drinking coffee that cost more than a month of food simply because another fat old man said it was good, and calculated the very least amount of money it took a person to survive in any given area. subtracted a dollar or two an hour, and made it minimum wage. and thanks to all the stupid dirty and all around discusting illegal mexicans, every employer in the state can get away with only paying that much. and if you are lucky enough to get a job that you can survive off of, whats the point? nine hours a day, five days a week, to do mind numbing, dull, stupid repedative tasks that wouldnt make a difference if the world depended on it. for the rest of us that cannot survive with our crappy jobs, we rely on state assistance. with a huge, fat catch. you still have to get so much money a week to get your assistance. how stupid is that?! if i was making enough a week, i wouldnt need your assistance now would i?!?! if you dont make enough, they waste your time and gas to get to a class that serves no purpose, and require you to spend so many hours a week looking for a better job. hey guess what, if i could get a better job, i wouldnt have filed a claim. there are no jobs unless you have a degree, two years minimum experience, or are willing to work for that aweful minimum wage flipping greasy nasty fat dripping burgers for the already fat and nasty people of this world. all in all, i hate life.

on a happier note, i went into labor five weeks early. they were able to stop it with some pills, but those pills give me tremors and im still in loads of pain. so to sum up my night, i'm miserable and depressed. and alone. appearantly i drive people away. i have no friends and no life. and im making my husband's just as boring and sad. i've gone viral...

Collan the destroyer!

So, Collan thinks its funny to wake up mommy at 5 in the morning. And not let her go back to sleep. I must have rolled over onto my back while sleeping, and he found a nice cozy spot on my spine. It must have pinched a nerve real good because it felt like my rib cage had just been crushed by an elephant, and i couldn't lay back down for about an hour. Then when i finally got to lay back down, he thought it would be awesome to start moving around again, in the most awkward spots. It felt like he was trying to stand up sideways in my stomache. Bowser could tell something was wrong, and hasnt left my side since. But bowser was also kinda whining, and giving me this look, like, "he's coming, and I've warned you." I told him, if he's talking to the little boy in my belly, he better tell him he's got ten more weeks to stew. No premie babies here, no no no no. Anyway, my jobs still suck. i have two, and i'm still only getting 10-15 hours a week. But with all this baby aching, maybe the doctor will tell me no more work. no more worries. sort of. i might go a little nutty, but thats okay. mom seems to have survived all this time. :) i think my bosses are scared i'll pop mid shift. which is just silly. nothing a mop can't handle! other than that, there's really nothing else going on. pretty dull indeed. ....