Randoms

Nothing like work to suck the life right out of you. - Random Thought

Tonight we are going to a rodeo! (YEE-HAW)

I will most likely cry at some point in the night. I always do, because this thing I have in my chest that pumps blood to the rest of my body makes me. I feel bad for the animals that they whip, or the horses that fall, or the bulls that get tackled too hard. Its embarrassing. Everyone looks at me like, what is wrong with you, as they are stuffing their faces with a slab of beef in their mouths. Although my favorite part about the rodeo is the part where they let the chickens run and the children have to try and catch them. Its hilarious, and I am hoping that my friends boy will catch a chicken for me. It would be so fun to have one, don't you think?

I think I have seen my husband a total of 8 hours this week. I have been working like a mad-woman and am usually home as he is falling asleep and he is gone before I wake up. I thought I quit the job at Taylor Andrews that I loved so much to be able to spend more time with him. Then I started out at the Biggest Loser Resort and they told me that I most likely wont have any clients Monday- Wednesday. That the busiest days were Thursday-Friday. I was excited to be home most nights. But I have been working every night except Wednesdays and that is only because that is my day off due to Scouts. But I am NOT complaining (well maybe a little). The pay is good, and I LOVE meeting all the guests and hearing their stories. They pull me in with the reason that they are there at the resort, and they steal me heart with each sad story told. I feel for them, although I have never been in their position. Its just who I am. I love my job.

Today I got up at 6 am. 6! I went on a bike ride, we were hoping for 30 miles. Let me tell you, I am so out of shape I felt bad for the poor girl I was with. We only got 18 miles in before I had to head home and get ready for work. Bummer. But the ride was hard, I am pretty sure it almost killed me. Twice. We are trying it again on Monday, only a completely different route. Like one without hills.

We don't have T.V. Therefore we don't watch the news. Its never been intriguing to me, and I never really care to know what is going on because of my own selfish reasons. It always brings me down hearing about a traumatic event here, and a child drowning there. But whenever I click on the Internet button it brings up MSN home page and every once in a while it sucks me in with the news. How awful was that shooting in Colorado? I feel so sick for the families that have lost their loved ones from one crazy, demented man. If you can even call someone that does that a man. But while my heart aches for the families that lost a piece to their family puzzle, I cant help but feel sorry for the family of the one that caused this heart ache. What that family must be going through, I couldn't even begin to imagine. I am sure that they will be receiving alot of cold judging stares from others in the community. I always feel like the family gets mis-judged for the one that did the crime. I know that each case and story is different, and that some families may be in on what ever sick minded things people come up with. But then there are those families that try so hard to give their child/ brother/ husband/ wife/ daughter everything and it never seems enough. Those are the families that my heart aches for. I pray for that family, and I pray for the families and friends of those that were injured or lost in the shooting.

Oh how I am grateful for spell check, because that paragraph up above this one would have made my English teacher embarrassed.

I wish more bloggers would blog about the not-so-happy times in their lives. I always see the stories of traveling and date nights and all the happy times. But you never see the heart ache that comes with marriage, and the stories of them fighting to stay together. I say this, but then I also find myself guilty of hypocrisy. Because I don't post the hard times. I have about 4 posts saved ready to be published about the hard times, but its scary putting your self out there for the world to know your not perfect. One day, when I get the balls, you will read the not-so-perfect times of our lives. I also think its good for other bloggers to know that life is not always perfect, and its tough being alive. Whether you are married, divorced, dating, or single. Life is hard and that ladies and gentlemen is the truth.

On a happy note: Its Friday, and that means tomorrow is Saturday. While I have to work tomorrow it wont be near as bad as working on a Monday right?

XOXO, TERE