This weekend I started two new things to help make my life a bit more busy now that my pain is starting to be better controlled. I decided to teach myself how to quilt, and also decided to start volunteering at a women's domestic abuse shelter. If you have ready any of my story, you may have caught references to me being hit by an ex-boyfriend, and since I turned out so well, I've always wanted to use that experience to help other people. I figured that if I got hired to be a 911 operator that I would be stoked to get paid AND to help others but I didn't get hired
. That was a sad day, but when it happened, I said to myself it doesn't matter if I get paid or not, go volunteer. Saturday was my first orientation and I really like the 2 women who were there from the shelter. I was the only person ther just to volunteer. Everyone else was there because of a school related reason.
Last night was a crazy night indeed. The subpump got stuck and stopped pumping the water up and out of the basement for our washer and we ended up with a half flooded basement. After a day of arguing with the husband, it made for a great evening. He went and hid in the bedroom unable to handle the stress, and our buddy chris came over to help clean it up and see if he could fix it. While fixing it and cleaning up the basement, which had to be done anyways, I found a pack of pictures I thought had been gone for ever. They were pictures that involved some phish shows from 99 and 2000 that I was SURE I had iven away at some time. Needless to say, that really honestly made up for all the cleaning because if it hadn't happened, I wouldn't have the pictures now!
In the end, as it always is, things end up the way they are meant to be and I refuse to let anything bring me down. Life might not be great (lots of bills, are very behind), but I can't do anything but work to try and fix it and I'm working all I can at this point. I'm tired of little things getting me down and I prefer being the happy girl and not the bummed and drama-fied girl. 