The lines are dead today...

MONDAY-

It's a slow day here at the call center, so I have some time to write. I came in this morning to discover that an item of sentimental value had been stolen from my desk.  At first, I was upset and furious.  I wanted to knock some heads together.  That was my Pinkie Pie.  This little child's toy meant a lot to me; it was a gift given to me on a day that is permanently branded into my memory.  Then I realized that small toys were disappearing all across the call center and perhaps someone is pocketing them to take for stocking stuffers for their kids or something.  I was less angry then.  Just bitter about society in general.
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THURSDAY-


And then I continued to think about the missing Pinkie Pie, and came to some gross conclusions.  That toy didn't hold as much value as I thought.  When I thought about everything that little toy brought in memory, I was just plain grossed out.  Robby gave it to me.  I've never had anyone wrong me the way that guy wronged me; and Pinkie Pie was a gift to me in the height of his bullshit.  I understand why he did it, and I pity the entire situation and the loss of a friendship.  For a long time, I thought the little toy was a nice reminder of a dear friendship and a day that friendship shone at its brightest... but even that doesn't matter anymore.  So, suddenly remembering it all as one big picture made me wonder why the stupid thing had sat on my desk for as long as it had. 

I wrote the thief a note.  To sum it up: "Hey.  You forgot her slice of cake and milkshake.  Give these to a child to play with."



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The next day, I found out that I'd have to move.  I was actually happy.  We're moving back into one of Grandma's one bedroom apartments.  We'll have our own space.  With my job ending, I'll be pulling in unemployment until I can find a more reliable source of income.  It will be sooooo nice to have a place to myself with my little ones again. 

Today is Evelyn's birthday.  She turned three today.  I bought her playdough and dinosaurs for today, but we're celebrating her birthday next weekend.  I helped Vivien make her a card.  She was more excited about the dinosaurs than I expected, but my gut told me she'd like them.  ^_^  She's definitely my child.  Of course, she picked the green cup of playdough to play with first.  It's her favorite color.  She's currently picking on me because she can't sleep.  I let her finish her long nap because it's her birthday.  Now I get to enjoy her playful mischief and I FREAKING LOVE IT!!  It's so funny.  She is pretending to smash my face with kisses only to not actually kiss me.  She thinks it's hilarious. <3  I have the coolest kids ever.

So much change coming.  It will be stressful, but I am enthusiastic about it all.  Life is good.