One whole year!

It’s been exactly a year since I posted here last. Weird how the one day I feel like getting back to this blog is exactly a year since I was last here. I totally did not try that.

I was reading a post from another blog today (at work) and it made me a little teary-eyed. I’ve always wanted to write down my stories but I find that when I write them they’re not very good, and when I keep a daily journal I find that my life is horribly boring and routine most days, and I end up writing the same shit over and over. Got up, went to work, came home, got the baby in bed, watched Jeopardy, went to bed. Not super exciting.

But I’m afraid I’ll lose my memories if I don’t write them down. As you can see by now I’m not a writer, and I’ll never be one. I can make up big words to sound fancy when I’m at work writing something, but normally I’m just not a good writer. I always found English difficult in school. Writing essays used to kill me. My best friend Mich is an amazing writer. One time in grade 11 she wrote an essay describing an orange. I actually photocopied it and kept it, it was so good. I had never read her writing before, and man was it epic. She’s always been booky. She’s writing her thesis right now. I never got too far through university. I did 3 years of my undergrad and quit. Not that I couldn’t do it, I could. I am very good at math and physics, which was what my degree was. But partway through my second year I just got lazy and didn’t want to continue. Shit got hard all of a sudden, and I was not used to actually having to work at school. I was working 2 jobs to pay for school and that left me with very little time to study, not that I had the motivation to. I told everybody that it was my internship as a lab assistant that made up my mind I didn’t want to be a teacher, so I dropped out of my program. Which is partly true. I can’t imagine being a teacher now. I don’t have the balls for it. I wouldn’t mind the 2 months off in the summer though. The other part is that I lost my motivation. I quit going to class and so I fell behind, and when I did go back to class I didn’t understand what was going on, obviously. I wrote an exam in some math course (don’t even remember what it was now) and got 2%. Who writes an exam and gets 2%? People who don’t give a fuck, that’s who.

So I gave up university, and man was that ever a relief. The first day of trade school I knew I’d never go back there. I got my cert from the carpenters college and joined the union shortly after. My mother came to me the night before classes started and asked me where I was going to school the next day. I told her, and she was epically pissed. She made it clear she did not approve, but at that point I didn’t give a shit.I had to find my way back and forth to school, because my university-bound sister got the car, and I got shit-all because I was going to dumb people college. She didn’t say that outright, but her attitude sure did. Anyways I hauled down perfect marks there, and of course that was because it was trade school, which was for stupid people.

Not saying that my mom is horrible, but she was super disappointed when I left university. And now I see I have gone off on a ramble. Holy crap.

Have a nice day!

Quiet times

It’s quiet in the house now. The two dogs are lying on the couch behind me, the cat is asleep on the spare bed and baby is snoozing in her crib. I should be doing something useful but I really don’t feel like it. I’ve been sitting around reading other people’s blogs, thinking I should write my own. Mine will never be as good as those I have read, and I’m not sure where mine is going. Maybe someday I will share my blog with someone but I don’t know if it’s even good enough for that. Probably not. Like I said, I don’t know where this will lead.

One thing I do know is that I have a few minutes to write about something. Maybe I’ll tell a story. I guess I should introduce myself? My name is I, sometimes me. I am on maternity leave because I had a little baby in January (Snugglebug). Someday I will tell you that story because I believe it’s an important one, even if it’s only important to me. I spend most days in my pjs hanging with the babe. I have a wonderful boyfriend (R) and we are going to get married in November. That’s another story. I have lots of them. None are especially important, or at least not as important as other peoples’ that I read on their blogs. Most blogs I have read all have a theme, mostly about something sad and how they overcame it. Like the one I read about this woman who married a douchebag, then divorced him and married a real nice fellow who died of cancer, and is now married to another nice man and has a nice little family. She tells wonderful stories. Or the one I read about a girl in the UK who had a little baby but she was stillborn. She is so strong. I know I would fall apart. I was so afraid something would happen to my baby when I was pregnant. Especially since Mom had a stillborn baby when I was in junior high. But that’s another story.

I don’t have many tragic stories. I’m not very poetic either, so this blog may not be very good. I’m not even sure why I want to write it. Maybe I just want someone to listen to my stories, and maybe enjoy reading them.