I wonder sometimes why I even want to work.  Mark would rather I just stay home.  But I've worked since I was fifteen and I like knowing no matter what happens, I can take care of me.  I take alot of pride in achieving goals I set for myself.  All of my kids seem to share my work ethic.  Heather has found her nitch in child care.  Bubba, you can't keep up with him.  He is such a go getter and Tyler, is still trying to find out what she wants to be when she grows up.  But appears to have fun with whatever she's doing.

The girls, are like me.  They kind of float around until they know that they've found it.  Bubba knew pretty early what he didn't want to do and that's  a way to go, I guess.  Career choices by the process of elimination.  Kind of novel.  Tyler, I believe needs to be in some area of beauty.  Rather it be in fashion, hair, or cosmetics, I feel like that would be it.  Of course, when she was five, she wanted to be a baby doctor, grocery store checker outer and an unstapler.  Yep, she loved to take out staples. 

Wow!  This month has flown by.  Good thing, it's been a pretty non-productive, self-destructive, and all around crappy thirty days.  You would really think at 44, I could spot a snake when I saw one.  Nope, here he is.....Judas himself.