Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Well February is almost over already. The month is flying by so fast I can hardly keep track of the days.

At work it is now more noticeable than ever that we are moving operations. We were sent out an email stating if enough people do not start volunteering for unpaid time off they will start sending us home. That is always a cheerful thought, but the paycheck at the end of the pay period always keeps me coming back.

In my derby life we have a season of bouts set and contracts pending.
Jake's surgery went well, he is making progress faster than expected with his physical therapy and much to his disappointment went back to work today.

That is about all for now, I am still waiting to hear from the latest job testing/interview so keep your fingers and toes crossed for me.

Monday, February 2, 2009


Isn't it wonderful that the internet can bring family members together across hundreds of miles?

Recently an uncle of mine started his own blog, in his most recent update he posed the question, "What are you passionate about?"

I have spent the weekend pondering this question. It was rather interesting the times it would pop into my head. The way he describes passion leaves me feeling quite shallow, it makes me wonder why do I get up in the morning?

While I have many things in my life that I do, many people whom I love and support I am really not passionate about much.

At first I thought this was going to be an easier question, but the more I thought it over the harder it was to see a clear answer. I was going to answer my Roller Derby team is what I am passionate bout, but due to the economy I may have to give up the team. If I am unable to find a new job quickly the one thing I do for myself will have to fall by the side of the road. It would be hard to do, but I could live without it.

Then I thought of my husband, I do not know what I would do without him, but he is not what defines me, he is not the reason I get up every morning. After all is said and done, I have discovered there is really no one person, place or thing I am passionate about. I get up every morning because it is my hope that one day I will be givinn a reason to get up. I guess I am passionate about the fact that somewhere along this road, there has to be something better.