I'm Not So Poor That I Need Your Two Cents

Yes, I am poor. I know that. My husband and I both work hard at our jobs every day like almost all other newlyweds to make ends meet. We do what we have to do. We make sacrifices and go without a lot of things just so we can put gas in the car and food on the table. We made the decision together to buy our condo in Payson. There are no places to rent in the valley that were cheaper than a mortgage, which is incredibly ridiculous. We made an investment. Payson is exploding right now with the temple being built and all the houses and businesses that are going up. The housing market is going up which means the value of our condo has already gone up in the couple of months that we have owned it. Our condo is in a supreme location and a great neighborhood. We had to move out and rent it to other people because we can't pay all our bills right now, but guess what. That just means that other people are paying our mortgage FOR US and building our equity while we use our hard earned money to pay the rest of our bills. 

Michael and I made the decision to invest in real estate TOGETHER and we don't regret that decision. We don't need people putting in their two cents saying how big of a mistake it was or how stupid we are, etc etc. We know what we are doing. Keep your nose out of our situation if all you are going to do is judge us and put us down. If you are going to be like that we don't need you in our life. Yes, the timing of us buying our dog Rosie was not the best. Did we find a suitable home for her and not lose a bunch of money in the process? YES. We wanted a dog so we got a dog. We took care of her and then sold her to a nice, loving family who could take care of her better than us at the present time. Don't say we are animal abusers, impulsive, ignorant, immature, etc. We don't need to hear any of that. We are good people, we have a great marriage, and we are happy. That is all anyone outside of us should care about. If you have any supportive remarks you want to make, then great. If you are just going to make snide comments and go on judgmental rants, save your breath because we don't want to hear it. 

Thank you to everyone who has been there for us and helped us out along the way. We appreciate all of you and everything you do. 

What Do I Wanna Be When I Grow Up?

It has come to the point, once again, where I hate my job. I no longer work at Park's. I no longer work for My Indoor Air Quality. I now work for Property Solutions; a job that once seemed full of promise and happiness has turned into a place that sucks out my self-esteem and kills my soul. I hate sitting in a cubicle like a robot receiving phone calls from angry people with problems I don't have authority to help them with. I hate the unflinchingly rigid attendance policy that is making me be here even though I'm super sick. I hate having my supervisor forget everything I talk to them about and at times, have them forget I was even at a meeting and then calling me to another one. I hate feeling like a number and a statistic, not a person. I hate getting my phone calls "graded" and failing them for stupid reasons. It's a phone call, not brain surgery. It doesn't matter! They take everything so seriously here when it comes to "protocol" and care more about following that than actually paying attention to what the situation actually calls for on a case to case basis. I am not meant for this kind of work. Every time I'm sitting here in my cubicle trying to convince myself not to storm out and yell "I QUIT!" I try and think about what kind of work would really make me happy. What things do I love doing so much that doing them would make me actually feel good about myself and feel worth the hard work I put in to it? I came up with two things.

1. I love art.
2. I love kids.

Solution: Minor in art education. 

I notice that the only times I am truly happy (besides when I'm with my husband) is when I am working on art, reading about art, looking at art, etc. and when I'm around little kids. I love kids. I can feel myself light up when I see a little child. I am drawn to them. I love talking to them and playing with them and trying to make them laugh. 

People always ask me what I want to do when I graduate and I never have an answer. I never knew what I wanted to do when I "grew up". Now I do. I want to teach art to little kids. I know that would bring me so much happiness. I know I would be good at it. I know that I would feel like I was doing something worthwhile and something that could maybe affect people for the good. I think I am going to add a minor in art education to my degree. It will add some more classes to my load before I graduate but I think it is what I am meant to do. The more I think about it the better I feel. It seems like a positive solution to the crappy situation I am in now. 

I know what I want to be when I grow up. Not many people can say that and I am getting warm fuzzies now that I can, with certainty, say that. I am determined. Wish me luck.

2+2=......5?

It's funny how one little mathematical mistake can change your life. I miscounted the number of classes I have left to take before I graduate. Instead of 9, it's actually 7. Since I'm registering for 3 tonight at midnight, that means after April of 2013, I will only have 4 classes left. I'm freaking out a little bit. 

When you're little, all you think about is the next grade you are going to go into. Then once you're in junior high you think about going into high school. Then in high school you think about going into college. Then once you're in college you think about graduating. What comes next? The real world. Careers. The time where you put everything you've been working towards for the past 20+ years of your life to work. No pressure. 

I can't think about that right now cause it's making me crazy lol. Too much at one time. All I'm gonna focus on is the heinous midterm I have on Friday. Wish me luck :)