A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Back to work. :(

I hate my job. But it helps pay for life.  The pay is crap.  I don't make enough to even live on.  Gas is expensive, and I use three tanks a week.  Time is money, right?  Not really.  I work my butt off at my crappity crap job, and the state takes more than its share, and I am left with one check a month (who ever thought is would be a good idea to pay monthly?)  And I am not paying off what I need to on my loans.  Soooo.... what is the plan?? 

Get a new stupid job!  Man  I hate work.  Man I hate immigration law.  I would really love to flip my job the bird and walk away... but I have to be a responsible adult and bite the bit and deal. 

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 
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