No idea what to title this post...

I'm tired and my mind is BLANK!!!

Had a pretty decent weekend except for one incident. I'll just say it was a LONG Friday night...

Got up early Saturday morning and Shari and I went and got our nails done and then hit the Galleria. I really dont like to shop but it was rainy, not my weekend with the kids, and I think Shari was determined to just get me out of the house. We ate lunch at Olive Garden and then I went to visit my mom. I went back to my room, ate some xanax and took a nap and was perfectly content to stay in bed the rest of the night since everyone I'd planned to see at the ER bailed on me! Why is it so difficult for people to make plans and stick with them? I understand things happen and people balance their checkbooks and discover they really need to stay home and eat macaroni & cheese but for the love...I am so sick of people that say one thing and NEVER follow through!

But then my friend Jeannie, from high school called and wanted to go down there for a little while and was wondering if I'd tag along...hey, anything for a friend, right? ;)

So I hopped in the shower and got myself ready real quick and after a few hours, I felt a LOT better. Jeannie was ready to go home by about midnight but we'd just gotten there about 8:30...and now that I'd reenergized, no way was I ready to go home. So I found a friend and crashed at her place when they finally got read to go.

And of course, Voodoo Jones was AWESOME!!! I absolutely love going to see & hear them play.

Sunday, Brooke and I went to church and I dont know why I still feel like I need to search for a smaller church home because everytime I'm there I feel I'm exactly where I need to be! Then we had to go to Michaels and get some supplies for er school project!

Jeff and I have been into it...he thinks everything he does is a big favor to me and I oughta bend over backwards trying to kiss his ass. I haven't asked him for a damn thing except for what belongs to my kids. I could have went after his pension, even though the divorce was my fault but I didnt want to hurt him anymore than I already had. I just wanted out. Now he thinks he has something to hold over my head all the time...sorry.

I'd asked to borrow Dylan's car--my son, not Jeff's car, Dylan's! And because Jeff's car is "acting up" he thinks his needs take priority over mine. Too bad. If he had done the taxes like he was supposed to, I'd have a car and wouldn't need to use my son's. And I'm sure not asking his damn permission to use it. Oh well...

Hope my car troubles are soon to be over...

I have a job interview tomorrow with Birmingham-Southern College. Please pray that I find favor with the interviewer--I need this job! I'm tired of living like a gypsy and ready to get my life back on track or into some kind of routine...