Blogus Interruptus

This blog has been kidnapped by me, Real Life. Please do not be concerned.

Your blog hostess is in good health and mentally stable. Well, as mentally stable as before.

Her girlfriend and kids are still in good health and mentally stable. Minus the youngest bruising his ribs.

She is driving me nuts with all her hooting and hollering. I hope to return her to you soon. Very Soon.

Thanks,
Real Life

Chaos

I'm in the middle of trying to change jobs. Well, actually careers.

Knitting is a very zen-like thing for me. So, my yarn stash is starting to dwindle. It will dwindle more when I get some new needles in the correct size.

I have made the perfect hot pack today. At least for those with neck pains. I will post pics and directions tomorrow.

Have a good night, y'all.

My Dream

I dream of being valued by my employers.

I dream of never fearing when I might get fired because I am a muff-diving dyke.

I dream that, for once, things would get better and stay better.

I dream of having job security.

I dream of owning my own home.

I dream of growing old with my girlfriend.

I dream of going more than a week without hearing "CNAs are a dime a dozen."

I dream of not living paycheck to paycheck.

I dream of a stable life.

I dream of being able to take a family vacation every year. Hell, I'd settle for every other year.

I dream of world peace coming before my boys have to go off to war.

The sad, frakking reality is that I am nothing but a grunt. Maybe, I should be ashamed to wipe asses for a living. Maybe, nurses, administrators, and everybody else is better than me. Maybe, I shouldn't dream at all. Dreams might just be what us poor, unedjumakatd folk use to keep from drowning in sorrow.

I was told today that I am worthless. I was told that my sexual preferences make me less than. I was told that my sex life was the basis for getting rid of my shower aide position. That I needed to learn that I am no better than anyone else. That as long as I am a dyke I will never be considered for a promotion because my administrator doesn't like my personal choices. One mistake and I am out of a job. And, there is nothing I could do.

Fuck the world.

Dreams and Secrets

Have you ever had a dream that came to a crashing end? No matter how hard you try, it just can't be resurrected?

There are dreams that because of this or that will never be achievable for me. Along with those dreams are secrets. The reason why I wanted this, why I can't have my dream, or sometimes what my dream is.

What are dreams and secrets? Go ahead and post anonymously.