Something tells me I'm into something good.

I got an ide-er!

If I don't get a job this week, I'm going to file for unemployment.  Live off that and the rest of my tax return until after I have the baby.  I'm pretty sure it would last me until October...and then I could start nursing school and work on the weekends!!!

Why?  Why the heck not?  What's going back to school one more time going to do for me that the last two didn't do for me?  Give me a career!!!  Heck yes I'll take a career over serving until I'm 87 any day.  By the time I'd finish my degree my kids would be 13, 12, 4, and 2.  Perfect timing for cars, college, and (Dear God I hope not) teenage pregnancy.  Crap.  I hope my kids grow up and get a career BEFORE becoming parents but somehow I don't think I'm emotional enough on the outside for them to know how much I struggle.

I'm done whining about my ex.  He is what he is, and I don't ever have to be apart of it again.  That makes me happy.  It makes me happy to know I'm still a tuff kid and he didn't ruin me.

His mom should've taught him that though.  My mom did.  Thank God.

And this baby's getting MY last name, dammit.  I said so.  I'm not playing chicken this time.  I've got names too:

1.  Stella (this is what the kids call her)
2.  Magdalyn
3.  Maris
4.  Aubrey
5.  Reese
6.  Scarlet (if she's a redhead)
7.  Sarah
8.  Allison
9.  Lucy
10. Adrianne

I don't really like any names...it's more like what I can tolerate...hmmmm...