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What this blog post is about is just updates to my normal life!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a working interview with an Optometrist's office. It went really well. I was there for longer than I anticipated. I felt like a learned quite a lot there. I did a little bit of entering some information and I did ask a couple of questions so I felt like I did try to learn the system of how everything worked. It was quite different than the places I have worked before. The machines are more advanced, the scheduling/exam system is a lot more complicated than the one I am used too so I believe that it's gonna take some work, IF I do get hired. Which I really hope that I will.&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband got promoted to Full-Time today! That's so exciting! He's been waiting for it for a long time and I am just so glad that they decided to give it to him! He works so hard and he really deserves it. That means more hours and bonuses at the end of the month! So more money for us! Especially if I get this job, it's just gonna be perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we can definitely save up quite a bit of money. We still have to pay for Josh's place ticket to Arizona for Thanksgiving. With this money, we can definitely save up and more!&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom is also giving us one of her cars during Thanksgiving as well, which I'm totally excited for. It's a Toyota Avalon. I don't know what year it is but it's has quite a bit of miles on it, which is okay. I hear it runs like a champ and my step dad is gonna put a tune-up on it before he gives it to us! Plus, it's only gonna be about $200/mo. for I think a year, which is definitely not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;
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Things are looking up for us and I believe that we definitely have been through some tough times. With two tires blowing out on us and replacing all 4 tires, I think that we deserve a break. I'm kind of thankful&amp;nbsp;that it happened and we got through it because it really shows that we can take care of ourselves if we just have a positive mindset and look forward to the possibilities, and remind ourselves that there are so much more worse things going on in the world. Don't take anything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope that things will keep on this steady path to success. It might be slow but as we keep progressing, we find out more about ourselves and the strengths that we can achieve if we strive for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;
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If I want to become a Yoga teacher, I need to save up money for the tuition!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I mean the tuition is EXTREMELY expensive! It's crazy! I've seen Yoga Teacher Training programs starting out from $1999 to like $2999! So crazy! But there are other options of payment as well, like I could pay an amount of $350/mo. for the 6 months that I'm gonna be there. But I don't know if I want to do that. I think I want to just pay it all off. That would be much better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Recently, I have been applying for jobs like crazy! I've only had one interview so far at an&amp;nbsp;Ophthalmologist's office for a part time job. The interview went great and I have a working interview with them on Monday from 10:30 to 12:30. I really hope that I perform well with them because I would really love to be employed there. They seem to have an understanding of the the quality and the appreciation of their employees and that's really what I try to look for in an employer. But some places just don't really step it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I applied for Wells Fargo for a part time teller job that I really hope that I get soon. I would definitely love to get that job as well as I'm sure it will benefit me with employee benefits and financially it'll help me become more stable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I really do want to stay with either company for a good long while, until after I at least complete my Yoga Teacher Training course and become a Yoga teacher. It's a long term goal that I am willing to go for! It is gonna take some time but as long as I keep my eyes on the prize, I will be rewarded!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I don't know what gets me about this show. It might be because I was really into the whole magic/conjuring things when I was younger. There were these books that I just loved to read that had spells and stuff in them that I just thought were so intriguing.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe that's what attracts me to it.&amp;#160; Like a succubi in heat attracted to a hot man. Lol.&amp;#160; I just watched an episode about that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or maybe its the mythical things that happens that makes it so interesting because there's no way that it could ever happen to me. We always like things we want. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love it. I just love it. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I'm especially excited to read the book by Tara Stiles because I have subscribed to her podcasts on iTunes and I love her! Her methods aren't too preachy and about philosophy and too much meditation. But its really a a help to people who really want the benefit of yoga for the body and tips on maintaining a healthy yogi lifestyle without getting too much into the spiritual part of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even though yoga is about the connection of mind, body and spirit, I choose to do that on my own. I'm still trying to figure out my own spirituality so its good to have her videos to help guide me to great routines that help me get into shape.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am liking the Yoga Body Diet because I really need to start taking care of my body and watching the things I put into it. So that should help me out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Real Men Do Yoga is just out of curiousity and seems pretty interesting. I'm intrigued to hear what it has to say about the male perspective in yoga. Usually all I see is women. So that should be an interesting read!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also my MacBook charger broke again so no computer for me. :( oh well. It'll give me more time to read!&lt;/p&gt;
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Also, I've really been thinking about going back to school. And going back to school I need to think of something I really want to pursue. And that would be Design. I don't know which one I should go for. Interior Design or Graphic Design? I have interest in both. I have made fliers and stuff for my cousins old club, when they had it. So that's some experience in Graphic Design. But Interior Design is so fun. I just wanna go to peoples houses and fix everything up and make it look nice a tidy and contemporary and fun so that it's more inviting.&lt;br /&gt;
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So anyways, yesterday we went to the NRH Library. Which is actually really cool! So much bigger than the &amp;nbsp;Hurst one. I got a library card and rented some anime. I really love Anime and haven't seen it in a while. I really don't know why I like it so much even as an adult. There's something about the fantasy and animation and everything about it is just exciting to me! One of my favorites is Case Closed! It's about a teen detective who gets turned into a child and then starts to help out his friends dad who is a dead beat detective to solve all these cases to hopefully find the culprits who did that to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Plus, I also got back into my Graphic Designing. I want to keep at it. I know that I have had so many ideas on what I want to do. But if I do go back to college I really want to go to school for designing, because that's what I love to do. Whether it'd be Graphic Design or Interior Design. I'm not sure. I really like both. I might do Interior Design just because I love trying to figure out things for the household and I usually admire or look at how things are placed in a setting or room. But a lot of it comes from Graphic Design because you most definitely need to get into the history of designing and the in and outs of basic design principles whether it be on paper or on a couch!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;How is that going for you? Is it hard? Do you see each other everyday? Do you get sick of each other?&lt;br /&gt;
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Personally, I love spending time with my husband. It's great! The time spent with him is the best that I ever have. Each day is a gift and I cannot express the gratitude that I have for having someone like him in my life. It's as if someone called me up and told me I won a million dollars everyday. And even though I do love and cherish that time spent with him. There are times when I just want to knock him out cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes it's true. That time when seeing someone so unbelievable much that you just cannot stand to see them for another minute but you just cannot get away from them. Do you ever feel that way? I know I do. Even if we are pissed off at each other I MOSTLY don't want him to leave. He has to be in the same vicinity as me, whether I'm in the other room or right next to him and if he leaves. I IMMEDIATELY go straight into offensive/defensive mode.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know. For some reason I get offended even more when something like that happens.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, we could spend days together and be fine and then after just one little comment or just a small little quarrel, everything goes to shit. That day just gets ruined with an unclear chance of resolving the problem.&lt;br /&gt;
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What about you guys?? Do you guys ever feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
But I've also been looking at other&amp;nbsp;opportunities&amp;nbsp;with it as well. Trying to find another part-time job for the fall so that I can help pay for it too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's $350/mo or $2,000. I'm going more for the $350/mo. because my financial situation doesn't allow me to just pull 2,000 outta my ass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of my friends just opened up a clinic in Killeen, which is a couple hours away by train. It's gonna be $21 to go there. She wants me to go and help her train her new employee's, which I am totally down to do and she is gonna give me some money to help her out. It would be awesome to do that for a couple of days and get to get some money? Heck yeah I'll do it. I most definitely need to save it for my classes. Well some of it. I still have lots to pay on as well. =/.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked my mom and dad to pay for it as well and my step-dad said that he would. But I kinda regret asking just because I don't want to feel like a burden. But then again, if they are helping me do it then that is awesome that they want to help me. Then I can get my certification to be a teacher and I can teach it to other people and hopefully open up my own studio! But that's just a dream of mine...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So what I'm thinking is maybe my parents can pay for 2 months, which would be August (for my birthday) and December (for X-Mas) which would totally be okay with me, just that they are helping me out. Maybe I can get my dad in Guam to help out too and pay for one of the months. Which would equal out to 3 months. And then just suck it up and save and pay for the remaining months myself. And possibly ask everyone for a donation or birthday present of some money to help pay for my classes too. What do y'all think?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, on another note, Josh is writing another one of his short stories or books or whatever. I'm so excited for him to do that! But the only thing I don't like about it is that he never finishes! I really hope he does this time. He is such a great writer. The best in my opinion, but that might be just because I'm biased. LOL. Jk. No really he is amazing and I hope he finishes this one!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gah! Gotta get back to figuring out how to get more money! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067124642768854774-9125645453990976261?l=writingsofaprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Soon, I will be making MP3's of some covers I've done, or any cover's y'all would like to hear and putting them up on here for FREE downloading! I'm really trying to get my voice out there and heard and I thought the best way of doing it was to make FREE MP3's for everyone to download!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You think this might be a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first one I have is of the video "My Everything" by Randolph Permejo. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rD8MWfw95sc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/en/files/r3atytucz?redirect" target="_blank"&gt;Download Mp3 "My Everything" - Adrey (Cover) feat. Zhatair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067124642768854774-2540888285790971033?l=writingsofaprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? &lt;br /&gt;
Watching Glee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? &lt;br /&gt;
I get compliments on it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? &lt;br /&gt;
Honey Ham&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? &lt;br /&gt;
No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? &lt;br /&gt;
IDK, LOL. Thats a hard one to answer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7. DO YOU HAVE SIBLINGS? &lt;br /&gt;
4&lt;br /&gt;
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8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? &lt;br /&gt;
I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? &lt;br /&gt;
Im scared of it. Maybe. If I was drunk. Although, I don't think it'd be  safe for me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? &lt;br /&gt;
Reese's.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? &lt;br /&gt;
No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? &lt;br /&gt;
No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? &lt;br /&gt;
Rocky Road.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;
The way they walk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
15. RED OR PINK? &lt;br /&gt;
Red&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? &lt;br /&gt;
I have mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? &lt;br /&gt;
My family in AZ.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
18. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN? &lt;br /&gt;
Leo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
19. DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES? &lt;br /&gt;
Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
20. FAVORITE MEAL? &lt;br /&gt;
Orange Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
21. FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? &lt;br /&gt;
Pop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? &lt;br /&gt;
Red.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? &lt;br /&gt;
Fierce by Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? &lt;br /&gt;
My little sister.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
25. MOUNTAIN HIDEAWAY OR BEACH HOUSE? &lt;br /&gt;
Beach house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? &lt;br /&gt;
Porn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
27. HAIR COLOR? &lt;br /&gt;
Black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
28. EYE COLOR? &lt;br /&gt;
Brown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? &lt;br /&gt;
Ugh. Yes but prefer glasses. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
30. FAVORITE HEIRLOOM? &lt;br /&gt;
My beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? &lt;br /&gt;
Happy Endings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;br /&gt;
I Am Number 4.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
33. FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? &lt;br /&gt;
V-Neck shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? &lt;br /&gt;
Summer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
35. HUGS OR KISSES? &lt;br /&gt;
Hugs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? &lt;br /&gt;
Mint chocolate chip ice cream dipped in chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
37. STRENGTH TRAINING OR CARDIO?&lt;br /&gt;
Cardio&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
38. COMPUTER OR TELEVISION? &lt;br /&gt;
Computer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? &lt;br /&gt;
Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? &lt;br /&gt;
No mouse pad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
42. FAVORITE SOUND? &lt;br /&gt;
My singing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? &lt;br /&gt;
Neither. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
44. WHAT IS YOUR DREAM CAR? &lt;br /&gt;
Mini cooper&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? &lt;br /&gt;
yes. =]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? &lt;br /&gt;
Fort Worth, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
47. WHERE ARE YOU LIVING NOW? &lt;br /&gt;
Hurst, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
48. WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;
Dying without completing my lifes goal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
49. WHAT BRINGS YOU THE MOST JOY? &lt;br /&gt;
My husbo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
50. WHAT PIECE OF ADVICE WOULD YOU GIVE TO YOUR YOUNG SELF? &lt;br /&gt;
Be strong and patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067124642768854774-8440887620895645884?l=writingsofaprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I really don't know why. It was quite a shock to be honest. I thought I was doing so well. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently, the doctor I was working for did not like the way I handled patients problems. Which is bull because I thought I handled them greatly and to the best of my ability. I felt like I was being shot down. She just came up to me and said we are gonna have to let you go because the way you are handling patients is becoming a problem. Which I don't understand because I am great with patients. I can talk to them personally and professionally and I was leading in sales last month which requires a lot od personification with the customers so why am I in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What did I do to have this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the way, I haven't been to work in over 4 days, and then on top of that we have a fill in Doctor that usually comes in so I didn't work for the MAIN doctor for a whole week. So how in that weeks amount of time did I mess things up so that I would get fired right when I walked into the door? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hmm... I just don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indirectly yes, I was warned during our EMPLOYEE EVALUATIONS. I had two in the three months I worked there and talked with the doctor about it and had improved on the second from the first evaluation. But I was never written up or told I was going to be let go anytime soon. She told me she was going to give me an an extra month to keep improving minor details in my work ethic. But then fired me the next week after not working for four days. And hadn't worked under her supervision for a week.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I absolutely did my hardest, I observed the way I talked to patients and handled them. I took the time to assess the situation and break it down and find the problem and address it as best as I could. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need to look up at life's challenges. I'm sure I will overcome this as long as I am faithful and with a positive attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067124642768854774-6531052575254533535?l=writingsofaprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday we went to our Goddaughters bday party at a friends house and my cousin came! I was actually quite shocked that she came. But she is a good cousin! LOL. She bought her a cute little outfit that she wore today. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The party was alright, we were just sitting around eating while we watched the other kids run around and play which was kinda fun. We did cake and presents and took a lot of pictures. I haven't been able to put them up yet but I will soon. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that we hung out with my cousins and sang and had a good time. I miss hanging out with my cousins, we always have a good time. They are so funny and just fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today we went to go get a new tire for my truck. Well we didn't get a NEW new tire but we went to Glenn and Jerry's, which is a junkyard and we got a used tire but it's in pretty condition and it was only 10 bucks so I was pretty happy with it! The only problem was that it didn't come with a rim. We just got the tire so we tried to go to an auto shop to ask them if they could exchange tired for me because one of my tires is about to have a blow out. Shocker. BUT none of them are open on Sundays! Oh well, I guess we will go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blah. At least things are going by better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067124642768854774-2753250657518635509?l=writingsofaprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
 Well we do all of those things and it's later in the day and we just got home from running errands and I'm about to go and pick up Josh when her car doesn't start! FUCK man! At first we thought that the battery died, but some guy helped us jump it and it still didn't work so we found out that it was the starter! And so we feel at a loss because Josh is waiting outside of his job for us. So I'm scrambling around trying to call people to find him a ride home and I finally call our friend and he agrees but he is still a ways away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So we finally pick him up an hour after he gets out and now we are trying to get him to work tomorrow and his Dad is also supposed to fix our truck tomorrow. So hopefully everything will work out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why is all of this happening to us? Is God testing us? Sigh. I guess all we can do is try to get by and stay positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067124642768854774-2466280040585221554?l=writingsofaprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I was already at Walmart and my husband was on his way to pick me up when the brakes stopped working while he was parking and so he hit a truck in front of him. Its not like it did any damage. All it did was move the truck up a couple feet. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then we had no rides anywhere so my cousin dropped us him off at our apartment and me too work, which is only a couple of blocks, THANK GOD from my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I felt bad because Josh walked from the apartment to my job, to pick up money, and then back to the Walmart which was an easy 3 or 4 miles away. Poor guy, I had to massage him when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He called his Dad and had a friend tow the truck back to the apartment which was like 50 bucks. Totally worth it because other places were charging us $45 JUST TO TAKE IT OFF THE LOT then plus mileage. Which is some crazy shit!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Joshs dad said he knew how to fix the truck but couldn't until Saturday so he told us to buy the parts which is easily gonna cost us like 200 bucks. =[. So sad. Oh well. Gotta get through the tough times to get to the good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067124642768854774-3877467236056292084?l=writingsofaprodigy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Get brakes fixed.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Get state inspection.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Call insurance companies for quotes.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Go to work.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Watch True Blood.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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