Overcoming

I tried anchovies for the first time today. Let me say... Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!! That's about the grossest thing that I've tried in a LONG time. Hell, I'd eat unproperly chilled Uni before I eat anchovies again. Ugh... My stomach hasn't been well all day today. But that just didn't EVEN help.

My class is awesome. It totally makes up for last quarter. I love fun, interactive classes. My college likes me, too. I know they'd have me full time if I wanted to go. But I sort of have a more demanding full time job currently. Doing both at the same time wouldn't work. Oh yes, and then there's the whole getting the MBA thing to think about. Just have to get up off my butt, commit a weekend to studying and take the GMAT.

Well, our living room is all moved upstairs. Now we just have to arrange the downstairs, clean, and prep to turn into a game room. You'd think this was a bachelor pad sometimes. We're going to have a pool table off of the kitchen, poker table, dart board, etc. It should be fun when it gets pulled together. But it won't be until J gets a different job. He's hunting now.

I have a book to read for the college. It's called Understanding Poverty... or something like that. I started reading it and it started giving me a lot of insight into why I am the way I am. See... I come from generational poverty. My mom told me I wasn't college material. I'm the first woman in my immediate family to graduate from college. I'm also the first to move away from Texas, albeit I moved back after almost eight years in CA. I was discouraged my whole life. I had a single, struggling, divorced mom with a dad who wasn't paying child support or at least paid it very incrementally. She made my clothes or bought really cheap ones that I had to wear until I literally grew out of them. Our entertainment was going to church. I never had a Cabbage Patch Kid like the rest of the girls. I have no clue about socio-economic status. I was a kid. I thought it was just because my mom didn't want me to have one. When she remarried, she married a retired man whose only income was a military pension. At that time, I got severely depressed, cut on myself a bit and got put in an institution. My dad got me out and I went to live with him. It wasn't until then that I discovered that I might have a chance. But my real break came when I met my husband. He really made me realize that it was total bullshit how I was raised to believe that I wasn't smart. I was smart... smarter than a lot of people, in fact. Anyway, once I began to believe in myself and got an education, I began to rise above my upbringing. And now, I am where I am today... which is in a damned good socio-economic position, if I do say so myself. And now, I give hope to kids whose parents tell them that they are just going to drop out of college and never make anything of themselves. Funny how things come full circle like that. So, long story short... I've been there, done that, and overcome it.

2004-10-16 @ 9:56 p.m.
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