Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 9:44 pm. 0 comments
Today was a busy day. I got off work at 6am and was so tired I fell into bed at 8am. S was dropped off by the sitter at 130pm so I just got up. I got some running around done. Ate lunch late around 3pm. I went and got my nails done at 4-5pm. I told the guy that does my nails I wanted black. He tried to talk me out of it, he finally did them black like I wanted. He did a design on two nails and when he was done he even said it was “beautiful” heh. I said “see black isn’t that bad!!!”
I had to meet with two clients and then had to meet up with a coworker from work. We sat at a local place out on the patio since it was beautiful out tonight. I had two drinks and I can feel it. 
She is pregnant so she had tea and we shared some fries.
Talking to her I told her that I have come to the conclusion that I really am to the stage I want a man in my life. I miss having one. I miss being held, cared about and conversation. That is a good sign. I also notice today that I am doing much better on medication and not so depressed. It feels good.
Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 2:42 pm. 0 comments
I am a coffee addict. I love coffee. Iced coffee is nothing I have ever got excited about. A cup of regular coffee or a latte are always a good treat. McDonalds though has a iced coffee and I thought I would give it a try. The price was cheap $2 for a large. I tried vanilla first and it was pretty good, hazelnut was gross. I will stick to the vanilla. I like how it is kind of sweet but at the same time you still get that coffee taste.
Burger King has a Mocha Joe and it is good and creamy but it is just like drinking chocolate milk. You don’t taste the coffee at all. S hates coffee and she will drink it and thinks it is good. That is a sign that it is not right.
Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 1:05 pm. 0 comments
I went back “home” this weekend. I call Fort Pierre / Pierre, South Dakota “home” because I spent most of my life there. It is strange because I was born in Minneapolis, MN and started my life there and that is “home” too. I feel like both places are my home and I rarely go back to Minneapolis. Since my Dad died I really have no reason to go back. I am not that close to my dad’s family but I am trying to change that. I am going up there at the end of July for a family reunion. That I am looking forward to.
I got to Pierre early Saturday morning. I have not been back there for I think about a year. I usually go up for the day and come back, this time I spent the night. I see some people I know and it is just like the people do not change. They get older but still work at the same place and look the same more or less.
At this point I am unsure if what I see driving around is just me, how I have changed. If I really see what I think I see, time eating away at what I thought was beautiful as a child. Was it this way and I just didn’t see it? Have I moved on in life so far that looking back at my past I see such a mess? I am unsure.
I drove around for sometime just looking at things. I kept saying to myself “That looked so nice when I was a kid” as I stare at a mess. The houses are not “beautiful” and the yards look overgrown and not taken care of. I drive by a house by my Aunt and Uncle’s place that use to seem like a “mansion” to us. It is brick and was so pretty. It looks so normal now and not taken care of.
The roads are so rough and falling apart. Were they always this bad or has time just changed things? I am just so unsure. It is odd how I wonder if time really did this or is it just me. I have been gone for so long and live in a different city and in a really nice area of the city.
