Nothin new to see here in 2024... the year of big changes

  • May 27, 2024, 6:25 p.m.
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I don’t write much. I don’t really have much to talk about.

I finished school. Managed a 4.0 through it all. Considering it was only a year it wasn’t that big of a deal. My last class didn’t affect the gpa but I almost had an A. Like .75 points or less and it would have been an A. But whatever. I also managed to go take my exam and did in fact get my certificate. Now I don’t know that I’ll use it but hey it’s done. I didn’t know that I really wanted to go for my certificate but I was told I had to. So to it I went. Barely passed. But I did so it’s all done.

Still have not managed to move out of this place. Still working on it. Hoping I get to this year. I want my dogs back. Got a new roof. Pretty sure they over charged me. But I’m making payments much to their dismay. The boyfriend and I need to get things rolling on everything else. We will, eventually.

I have had a litter of puppies this year. Hoping I can get another female bred here this week. Then I’ll have another female to breed in a couple weeks. I so love watching them grow up. I still have one from the last litter. Haven’t had a single puppy in so long.

Still at my same job. Working on my resume to apply elsewhere. I don’t hate it there but I deserve higher pay. I can run most of the machines there. Plus I hate seeing my love being so stressed daily. Maybe me leaving will help motivate him to go. Doubtful, but who knows. I kinda feel like once I go one or two others will also go.

Yes, I still have my man. Yes, it is still complicated. I’d love for it to change but I’m not going to push it. I would love to have him to myself but I don’t. Some days I think its better this way. Means I miss him more the moment we part. I love being in his arms. Just feeling him near me is great. This weekend he went on a family trip, made me miss him way more. But I’ll see him soon so that will be great.

Guess thats all I have for now. Gotta go get my hard boiled eggs out.


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