Snow Days

So, day three was spent playing in snow off and on. And so was day four. Eric and I got stuck at Daddy's house. I think we over-stayed our welcome. Things became a little tense. But it's okay. It's perfectly understandable that we all started getting a little agitated. There was five of us stuck in a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment for about three days straight. But, I did get SOME pictures. Not near as many as I hoped to. But then again, we didn't get eight inches of snow like we were supposed to. But here are the pictures I did get.

The first sleet collecting on Daddy's truck.

My boots when the first snow started falling around 11:30 Tuesday night.

7 a.m. Wednesday morning

3 inches of Snow on top of about an inch of Sleet

Devin's Snow Angel

Apartment Sign

Mine and Devin's Shoes

Mine and Chelsea's Shoes

Chelsea took a picture of the icicles on the neighbor's car.

Eric started building an igloo.

Then he gave up. LOL

And last but not least, my shoes yesterday before I walked in the house and called it a day.

Deux Jours

     Greetings from my dad's dinning table. Here I sit, waiting for this snow that "they" said was supposed to be here hours ago. "They" being all the lying jerks telling all us normal people what the weather is going to be like.It's done nothing but sleet since about five o'clock. (It is now 11:07 pm) Didn't do anything today but hangout with Chelsea, Devin and Eric. Fun right? Not really. It's been quite boring.
     I keep going outside hoping to see the most beautiful snow fall ever, but I keep getting disappointed. My plan is to make some hot chocolate with jumbo marshmallows in it and sit on the front porch, all bundled up, and watch the snow when it starts to fall. If it ever does. The sleet looks a lot like snow on the ground, but don't be fooled. When you pick it up it's like cold, wet sand. It doesn't feel good when it gets in your eyes either.
     I talked to Drivetime earlier. The lady said I have till Friday to make a payment. So, once again, my mind is filled with negative thoughts and my anxiety is through the roof. I pray that the roads will be okay on Friday so I can drive to IHOP and get my check and my W2. I really wish I didn't have to. I don't want to see anyone. I especially don't want to see Elliot. If anything goes wrong, my filter is broken and I'd probably say something I will regret. I hope its quick and painless. Somewhere along the lines of "Can I have my check and W2? Here's your apron and your name tag. Have a nice life."
     In other news, I just got done watching the new episode of Teen Mom 2. I know, don't judge me. It is literally the ONLY show I avidly watch at all these days. I happen to love it. But enough random information. I guess not all of these will be that interesting. But still I write, sharing my day with you. I guess I'll end today's post with the first picture of shoes. I have a plan to take a picture of my feet (most likely in shoes) and post them with my blog entry for the day. Today is just a picture of mine and Eric's feet while we stood outside as the first pellets of sleet started to fall. Stay warm and enjoy your night. And if you are in a location where there is already snow, I hate you. Just kidding. :)

(YES, I know I am wearing socks with flats....It was SUPER cold out!!)

Day One.

Ah. We meet again in unpleasant times. So I didn't cry today. Is that a plus? I think so. It was a long day. And I'm sure I wont be going to bed any time soon. I keep running so many thoughts through my head. I'm so scared that I'm going to lose my car. I REEAALLYY don't want to lose the PT Cruiser. But I am thinking I just might. I have to go to "that place" and retrieve my check and my W2. It sounds like such an unpleasant adventure. I mean, don't get me wrong, I hated that place. It got to the point where it took all I had to make that hour drive to and from. Let's do some math. One hour, both ways. I worked an average of four days a week. That's eight hours of driving time in a week. I did that for almost a year. There are fifty-two weeks in a year. So in the last year I spent four hundred and sixteen hours of just driving time. That doesn't include the hours I spent working there. I dedicated so much time and effort. I was so done.

So, with a positive outlook on my future, I called Doubletree today. No such luck. I have to have experience for everything else that I want to do. All I have is restaurant experience, so.......ya. I applied for a total of five local jobs. Tomorrow I can't do anything because we're supposed to get snow. And Wednesday doesn't look so productive either. So, I am going to resort to a favorite past time of mine, making YouTube videos. I know, you probably think it's a silly idea, but many girls end up getting paid to do them. I used to do them but always felt shy and awkward. I have opened up so much since I was sixteen. I never would have had the courage to write to you as if you were my diary.

I always get so many compliments on my hair and makeup. And I'm not trying to say I'm the best ever, but I know I can hold my own. That's why I've been dying to get into cosmetology. And honestly if I get in, I wont have time for a job. School hours are Tuesday through Saturday from eight o'clock to five o'clock. So in the meantime, while I wait to find a job and wait for the next semester to start, I am going to share my knowledge and skills with the beauty community on YouTube, and I am going to commit to my blogs with everything I have. It's what I've always loved to do, and now that I will have so much time on my hands, I plan to stick to it. I am curious to see how far it takes me.

I'm not quite sure how to end these blog entries. "Love, Brittny"....Nope. Yours truly. Eh, no. I don't know. I'll work on it and get back with you.

P.S. I plan to spiff this blog up and make it more "Me". So bare with me, please?!

So, here's to new beginnings...

Hello ladies and gentlemen. Welcome and beware. Finally time for me to be a little bit more open and carefree. Time to let out what I'm really feeling inside. So, here goes nothing.

I guess if you want to call this my new beginning, that would probably be pretty appropriate. I got fired today. Yep. Worked there for almost three years. Too long if you ask me. But I was holding out in hopes to find a local job. You see, my old job is over an hour away from my house. Why? Well, you see, to break it down as simply as possible... I moved in with my boyfriend Eric in 2011. We were living with his dad. A whole bunch of drama went on for about two years so we were quite anxious to get the hell out of that situation. So we did. We moved to an area close to both of our families. A two bedroom, one bathroom single wide. We thought it was awesome. It soon turned into a sinking hole of debt. So now I live back at home, and so does he. I kept my job, which is over an hour away, because he didn't have one. It was the only money coming in. Well part of the drama was that I couldn't afford insurance at one point...blah..blah..blah, and now my car has no tags. Great.

Well yesterday, my Grandpa's truck that I had been driving to and from work started acting funny, so I called out. Then I was running a tad late this morning. Well upon calling to speak to a manager, I find out that I had been taken off of the "floor chart". Ouch. So I call back this afternoon, hoping for a God-send, but no. Elliot says, "I don't think so. I think I've had enough of you." Really? Okay. Cool. Thanks "Boss Man". Thanks for screwing me; kicking a girl when she's down. Awesome. So, now, after letting the tears fall, I have come to the conclusion that God has a bigger plan for me. He knew I was stuck in a dead end job that was too far away for me to truly benefit from. So here I sit, thanking him, but still holding on to doubt. I can only hope that things will finally start to look up. I didn't have the courage to bite the bullet. Maybe this is God's way of stepping in. I can only keep praying and hoping that answers will come. I must be patient, though it is a strong suite I am lacking. I think God is trying to teach me strength and wisdom by making me build myself back up. It's going to be tough, but I know I can do it.