Genius Glitch

Wal-mart and Hawaii

So, I'm at my friendly neighborhood Wal-mart and as I walk in I see these huge boxes in the front of the store on display. As I move closer i see that said huge boxes contain fireworks. As I continued shopping, I noticed that just about every native Hawaiian I saw had one or more of these boxes in their cart. My take is that this island will be lit up, literally, come midnight tomorrow night. I just hope I'm able to get some rest. After all, I have to work on New Year's day.

-Nikki

Almost 4 years ago!

27 July 2004; the day I wrote my first blog entry in Yongsan, ROK and here it is about to be 2008 and I'm in tropical paradise! This is awesome! I think outside of having a pen pal for 18 years and being in the military eight years. This is the third longest commitment I’ve had to anything. Thanks Vice. I’m not sure how many read what I have written in blogs but I sometimes go back and read some entries. As the years progressed, I’ve discovered that the past three jobs I’ve had, I didn’t like them. What is this telling me; possibly, that in 2008 I need to find something else to do. So, goals for 2008 include but are not limited too: Grow more spiritually, financially, and mentally. Finish my degree with Central Texas College. Stop looking for love and let it find me. Most of all; be the best Mother to my son that I can possibly be (as this is my goal every year since he was born). Possibly loose 15 pounds (this might be pushing it). I think I’m going to do a project with my weight loss endeavor and get some friends to join me. Who knows any way there will be before and after pictures. Last, resist the strong urge to cut my hair as I tend to do every April. Wish me luck!

-Nikki

Disgruntled employee

Have I become the disgruntled employee? I think so; I haven’t had a positive conversation about work since I got here. Well, the work that I do is okay, however, the people managing/supervising, not so much. I don’t want to rant and rave because there are other places I could be and am not so I have to be grateful for that. However, when I have to force myself to wake up and come to work and when I get to work I put on headphones and tune people out something is wrong. I sometimes just want to quit however when you are a mom, especially a single one, it’s not a good idea to be a bum. So, I have to stick it out and find things to look forward to doing when I leave work to get me through work. Working in the middle of the night is also no fun at all. The body knows it should be asleep at these hours and trying to fight it is just retarded. I’ve had times where I was awake for 36 hours and found myself in an almost coma like sleep when I finally got a day off. Thank goodness for daycare! I know that I am no fun at all when I work the night shift so at least my son can go hang out with his friends while I try to get some sleep. He’s such a good kid! I know he’s going throughsome changes adjusting to my schedule, but he is adapting well just like his mom. We are working so hard at routines that he can do daily at home or at the childcare providers house so he has some sort of consistency and so far so good. I wouldn’t have to be making all these adjustments though if I worked a normal day shift. But does my boss care. No! Suck it up is basically what he says. I’m exhausted. What happens when I get hospitalized and can’t even come to work because I freaking passed out grocery shopping or something. Then what? When I retire, I am not working for any one else. I will retire at 37 and that’s that. I have applied in several places for a housewife job, no takers as of yet, but I still have some time. I did get offered a dog, lol. I’m going to try my best to not be a disgruntled employee in the coming year, but if I’m still working shift after April best believe there will be even more despise for my upper management

Inspiration for "Fight"

"Fight" was inspired by my own life and well that of my friends. Occasionally, we women will get together and talk about what is most troubling in our lives and we often find similarities in our stories. Whether it's being a single mom, having an illness or being hurt by someone we love. My friends and I all believe in a higher power and we know that it's going to be alright but sometimes we need strength to cope with these issues. We decide that those things that are most important to us are worth fighting for and to not let the things that may be troubling at the moment keep us lying down on the proverbial mat. We’ve got to get our sunshine by accepting the things we cannot change, forgiving those that have hurt us and moving on with our lives.

Don't forget our troops this Holiday season!

You stay up for 16 hours.
He stays up for days on end.




You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.




You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.




You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.




You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.




You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.

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You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.




You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.




Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.




You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.




You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.




You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.




You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.




You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.




You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.




You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.




You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.




You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.




You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.

Posted by nikki at 12:27 AM