I’m FINE…
I got my health and dental benefit forms today.
Yay!
Can a sister say Hallelujah!
Can a sister say BRACES, BRACES, BRACES!
I’ve ALWAYS wanted braces. I think I’m gonna be so cute with them. But I need so much other dental work that I couldn’t possibly afford to get that work done and then pay for my braces too.
I’m beginning to look forward to getting older. Come on, imagine it. I already look good now. I have two sons. I’m about to get my teeth straightened which is the LAST thing about my looks that I am self concious about. Bucky Beaver no more!
In 5 years I’ll be 30 years old, well into whatever career I’m supposed to be into, established, making bread. My sons will be turning 8 and 10. They’ll be big boys. And I’ll be looking damn good!
Then in 10 years, my sons will be teenagers, I’ll be 35 and looking like WHOA! My sons will be out of my house before I turn 40. And I’ll have the rest of my life to kick it like a bachelorette.
I still can’t believe how things worked out with this job. I am so much more busy than I was when I was a temp but damn it’s not hard work at all. And to think this school actually PAID for me to stay here. You know any company has to pay the temp agency if they want to hire the employee permanently. This school spend a few grand on me!
How u like that?!
The really interesting aspect of my job are the parents. Our Parent Association is made up of really wealthy women who plan events, parties and meetings. They come in early in the morning and meet in the PA room, sipping their coffee and wearing their jogging pants and designer bags and sunglasses.
You can’t really tell they have money by the way they look. But I know who they are. I know who their husbands are and the mere fact that they VOLUNTEER their time (plus the FAT rocks on their left hands) lets you know they have bread.
I’m fascinated by rich people. I have no idea what life is like for them. I hunger to know though. Because I plan to be one of them. Really I have no doubt about that. How I’ll get there, now thats where I’m a little, uh, disturbed. But really, I’ve always known that I’ll be wealthy. I’m talking about housekeepers, nice rides, nice home. I don’t need a mansion, I just want to be extremely comfortable and work because I WANT to work, not because I HAVE to.
Sometimes I figure a man into the equation. Sometimes I don’t. I guess I understand how Oprah feels now. I mean, she has Steadman, but she doesn’t. She’s single, but she has companionship. She doesn’t know what she’s missing because she doesn’t have any kids. You can’t miss what you don’t know about.
Wanna know what I DO know about and miss? SEX…
But I won’t bore you with the details.
All I got to say is, “Lord please prepare the man you want me to be with, cuz he’s gonna need a strong back. A Sista overdue!”
Later Chile…