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| Wow! It's been almost a year since I've been on here. I didn't mean to ignore my xanga, but I have become a myspace addict. So much has happened since the last time I posted. Let's see...I no longer live in Arkansas...We moved to Texas in August. We are living in McKinney now and I haven't been home since September. I'm still homesick, but it will pass. I don't have a job here yet, but I'm working on that. My husband is an IT Tech for a big cooperation and is very very happy with it. We were recently involved in a car accident. And we've found out that I have stage 2 bone degeneration in my neck, my spine is curved, and my left hip is lower than my right hip. I've got pinched nerves in my neck. SO, with all that said, I am going to a chiropractor for the next several weeks to try and get everything lined up again. Yes, it hurts, but it beats having surgery which is the next option that we are trying to avoid. It's all good though. That's the way life goes sometimes.
But I can't promise I'll update this more often, but I will try. I'm on myspace at www.myspace.com/thebrandinicole . Come hit me up sometime. Brandi
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| My step kids are 3 of the best kids on the face of the earth! | | |
| hate my job. It is a dead end, no respect, low pay job. Definately not career potential. I pulled 11 hours of overtime last week and still didn't bring home $300. WTF???? I can't even pay my bills at this job. I can't get another job very easily b/c I'm still in college. I'm stressed. Luckily, I have awesome parents who know I've tried my hardest to make it on my own and they decided to help me along. But damn, my job is a bitch!!!! For me, it's like pulling teeth to get an unscheduled day off. I was working the other night when I got a miagraine. I was dizzy, nauseated, the light and sound hurt-the whole shebang. I call my boss and the first words out of her mouth were "No, you can't go home you have to stay. Take some Tylenol or Exedrin." I tried to call in sick once and was told that I had to show up or don't come back. I've gone to work throwing up and with diarreah at the same time. Didn't matter...had to stay. Then got into trouble for staying in the restroom for most of my shift. Yet, the other women there can call in and it's no problem. If I call in, I get fired. If they call in, the boss gives them one of MY days to make up for their lost day. (I don't work Thursday b/c a lady called in yesterday and is making it up Thursday.) This is the same woman who has told me to my face that she couldn't stand me and didn't want to work with me. She calls me a "fat ass no good bitch" all the time, yet I still TRY to be polite and respectful to her...sometimes I lose my cool but not often at all. But when I do lose my cool, I get told that I must apologize to her b/c her nerves can't handle my attitude. WHAT ABOUT MY NERVES AND HER ATTITUDE. I tell her I have a headache and she starts yelling and banging stuff around. I tell her I'm going to do something and I get told to "leave that alone. Your job is at the counter so don't mess with my shit." I get bitched out b/c she does everything, yet I've told the boss over and over again that she won't let me do anything. The boss knows how she is yet I still get in trouble. I just can't win with them. It's a catch 22. My dream is to be a Psychologist. I want to help other people. I want to work with rape victims and preditors. I want to know what goes on in the mind of a rapist and I want to help others who were emotionally scarred like I was. I want to help these girls and guys who put all their trust into someone and have them rip it all out of them. I want to know why these people feel the need to steal someone's self worth and respect and leave them with life-long scars and battles. That is my dream. To help rehabilitate rapists and their victims. That is why I'm staying in school. | | |
| We eloped today, 9/11/06! My uncle married us. It was great! I'm so happy!!! 
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| Ok, there was this cartoon I used to watch with my daddy all the time...I cannot remember the name of it though. My dad can't remember it either. All I remember of it is it was a father and child and the father used to go "Awww Kissyfur". I think they were bears. I don't know though...If you could help me out, I'd be forever thankful.
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