ramble on.

SO, I don't work at Starbucks anymore! I quit June 28th of this year, that was the best day of my life. Knowing that I will never have to go there and be treated like shit every day was a weight of my shoulders. I don't have to fake being nice to uppity rich Baxter people anymore, or bust my ass while half of the other Baristas didn't pull their weight. I'm so glad that chapter in my life is CLOSED.

But, I just can't not work right? I haven't since I quit, I feel like a terrible wife. I don't want to go back to a place like that ever again and be MISERABLE every day. It wasn't worth the money I made.

I think I've found a good career, cosmetology. My younger sister already goes there, and loves it. I am going to a meeting next Thursday and talking with them about getting started. I hate change though, it has always scared me, but I need change. I need something fun and exciting and plus, I can't look the way I want for the most part. That's why I have purple hair now haha, nah. I'm ready, but nervous.

something unrelated?

I was just reading my Aunt's blog on how she likes to think that Granny is still here with us. Well, I've only said this to a few people, I know she is. I walked into our apartment a few months ago and I could.... smell her. It was almost overwhelming. I walked around the whole apartment while my husband Jarrod looked at me like I was insane. He asked. 'what are you looking for?' I look at him as tears filled my eyes and said, 'I smell Granny, like she's in this apartment, I was trying to look for her.'

On another occasion, I was lying in bed and again, I could smell her. I know she is watching over us.