What a 4th...

There were a lot of first times for me this past week. I camped in someone's back yard. I attended a 3-day July 4th cookout. I watched a whole pig get roasted on an outdoor spit overnight. I watched a movie outside projected on the side of a garage. I went to a liquor store that was about the size of a grocery store.

I realized how small and broken my life really is, but that is a good thing. I now know what I expect from myself. I know how I want to be.

The Goldwing Journal

I have had the bike for awhile now and I haven't been able to ride. I've just been that busy. I've fixed it to the point it is road worthy but I haven't been able to go out on it yet. :-(

This Winter I will paint it and make it all pretty and see where we can go from there. I think...THINK my goal is to end up with a Harley Road King. That is my idea of awesome in action. That sad part being I've never ridden one, so I don't know if I will like it. We shall see.

3 to go

I'm almost done. I only have a bit more work to do. One test, one project paper, one 8-page report, three book reports, and one 10-week journal to complete. Sounds rough, but I can do it. In fact, I'm just limbering up my "writer's mind" so I can start doing two of them today.

A position came open at the school I work at according to the schol system website, but the principal swears it was a mistake and that was an old posting. To be honest, sometimes I really don't know why I'm fighting so hard for a job that doesn't really want me, doesn't pay well, and I'll have to take more classes out-of-pocket to make it happen. It just seem like they expect an awful damn lot for so little in return. Granted, after about 5-10 years, you make more than you can going to another field, but really? Summers off and no holidays make it a tasty possibility. Money isn't everything, but if you don't have it, nothing else will come about.

So here I sit, weighing trade-offs and wondering what might come of it all.