The wick at both ends...

... is rather never ending.

I live off of stress. I live off of "going". And that's about all I've been doing this week. I love it! I worked 15 hours Monday and went out with some friends after work. I worked another 15 hours on Tuesday and spent some time with another of my friends. I worked another ten the next day and again spent time with another friend. And I worked 15 today and am disappointed to have no plans.

I am an extravert. I live off of other people's energy. (Perhaps why being a Barista in a coffee shop is my expertise)

Mom always tells me not to burn the wick at both ends, but my ends never really meet. The burn but the flame on one end never really gets closer to the other. They just burn.

There's your post you asked for.

Summer Days

What do you get when you give a girl who usually works 60/70 hours a week, 6 days off???

Answer: A new hair color, a few new pictures, a smaller number in her checking account and a lack of enthusiasm to work.

Buddy and I had a photo shoot...take a peek!

This is RIDICULOUS!

Fact: I have about 5 pillows on my bed, but only use 1 while I sleep.
Habit: I push snooze about 5 times each morning.
Fact: I am a workaholic. I love, love, love work.
Habit: I overanalyze what people mean sometimes.
Fact: I love to read. I read a little over 1800 pages in 5 days this past week.
Habit: I often listen to music while I fall asleep.
Fact: I never believed in Santa Claus.
Habit: I wear a ring on my wedding finger. I get tired of older guys trying to pick me up while I'm working. I hope they think I'm married or engaged.

Previously Said

I was on the 35W bridge on August 1st, around 12pm. I was with one of the kids I take care of. Going south I simply felt funny about all the construction that was going on. The workers seemed reckless with where they stood, and where they were driving their machinary. It was just an odd feeling that I let pass.

On our way north, towards home I said to G, "Ya know, this bridge just doesn't feel safe. I don't know how I feel about that giant crack down the middle of these lanes."

The giant crack was put there by machinary purposefully. But it still didn't feel right.

6 hours later my mother and I were shopping at a small center probably about a mile north of the bridge. We both saw the giant cloud of smoke. I assumed it was a car accident. We then were informed by someone standing outside that the bridge had collapsed.

Shock. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Deep Sadness.

I had been there. I had felt it inside myself. My mom has always told me to trust my intuition. And I have always trusted me gut. I think I've got a pretty good sense about things. I had previously said to G, that the bridge didn't seem right.

I am deeply sorry to all those involved, injuried, emotionally scared, or lost. I can not fathom what you are going through. But my hopes are that at some point in the future you will be able to find something good from the situation.