Well, I am now 30. Bleh. So thirty years and about 40 minutes ago I was born, and in that time I hope so far the good outweighs the bad by a bit. Cristina Galdos' birthday party years ago comes to mind, and how upset she was about her birthday. Well, there is not much going on now to be particularly upset about, but it would sure be nice if I could say with confidence that I have not wasted all those 30 years, or at least that in the remaining 70 that I have left I am sure to make good use of my time remaining. Staying at Dillards much longer would, I think, count as wasting time, but every time I find a plan that seems to look good for doing something else the Universe throws new problems into the mix. Now it is Tammy's finances, as well as the simple logistical problem that neither of us has a car. I am amazed some days that I have done as much as I have, considering that I don't drive. I think on her own that Tammy would simply never do anything, but in any case, it is falling entirely on me, and any decisions I do make meet with her immediate disapproval as soon as I have already made them. Any input she seems to have made tends to be nullified in her reluctance to actually do anything different. Ghrrrrrr.
So, I think I may have found a decent apartment in Ft. Collins, and I most likely could at least get a job at the Ross there, but she has other plans she neglected to consider such that her money has to go elsewhere. So, while she hates her job and REALLY wants to move out of Longmont, she is maybe not going anywhere anyway. Now, the big decision: do I move anyway, on my own? I have almost gone too far towards leaving Dillard's now to change my mind, so I need to leave soon, in any case.
If only birthdays came with three magic wishes, or at least good job offers in Ft. Collins, or something along those lines.
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