This weekend was supposed to be quite boring, with the exception of me having to get up early to take Cherie to work. I had no plans and was looking forward to being able to unwind and relax. And then my mother sent Cherie and I messages on facebook. She was deciding to delete us both from facebook because of our blogs and our lifestyle, which was the fist time I had heard of this. Needless to say I was pretty pissed, mostly because it means my mom is judging us based on our private lives, plus it means she was snooping, because neither of our blogs are mentioned on facebook, ever. She mentioned recommending that my siblings delete us as well, hasn't happened yet, and my dad hasn't either, which is surprising considering he is the one who usually gets upset quickly over something like this.
Well after all that joy, my whole plan of relaxing kind of went down the drain. I was restless, always wanting to do something, not knowing what to do. I started worrying about finances and got irritable about that all weekend.
I need stuff to do on my time off, other than reading and watching movies and television shows. Cherie suggested I do some volunteer work, since I want to do something that helps others. But when I say that I mean I want to for a living, not just because I like to help others. I honestly want to get into law enforcement, but it is so hard to do that without degrees and prior training. My military training doesn't qualify me for those kind of jobs, one of the big kick in the pants of being a laundry guy.
Well after all that joy, my whole plan of relaxing kind of went down the drain. I was restless, always wanting to do something, not knowing what to do. I started worrying about finances and got irritable about that all weekend.
I need stuff to do on my time off, other than reading and watching movies and television shows. Cherie suggested I do some volunteer work, since I want to do something that helps others. But when I say that I mean I want to for a living, not just because I like to help others. I honestly want to get into law enforcement, but it is so hard to do that without degrees and prior training. My military training doesn't qualify me for those kind of jobs, one of the big kick in the pants of being a laundry guy.
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