Money has been really tight. I didn't even have enough money for a tree. My sister had an extra artificial tree, and let me use it. Plant season is about to start at my husband's job in February, so we'll be doing okay for a few months. I know we'll be all right. I just never realized how badly I react to rejection. It makes sense, really, since my own father rejected me at a very young age. I have a hard time when I'm pushed away...even by a faceless employer. If I do get hired somewhere, I really need to work on not having work being my all and everything. I realize now that I made my job more than a job, and it wasn't healthy at all.
|My husband celebrated his 42nd birthday on Christmas Eve. Here he is on our back patio, with a glass of wine and a stogie.|
|I just thought this was funny.|