I am here all alone. Kids are all on their own and hubby has gone to visit parents for the night. Just a call from the youngest who is gone to school in Kingston. Had a big fight the other night with her because she wanted me to co-sign a loan for her for a new car. I said NO! She is in school and needs to worry about school, not car parents etc etc. Her reasoning was that she got a new job so can afford the car and she needs the car to get to her job. To me it was just circular reasoning but I can't tell her anything. The call tonight she informed me she got financing on her own because she got an older car. She needs to learn on her own...........she won't learn from me as she just WON'T LISTEN!!!!!!

Since I am all alone..............I have been watching all of the episodes of the first season of Californication. It's interesting and it is making my life seem OK.

Being alone is just fine. All week long I have people talking to me, asking me questions, etc etc etc...... I come totally tired every night and then still have a few hours of work to do on the laptop. While I was getting my nails done today (on a Saturday, not a workday like some other principals I know) I was thinking about how many hours I put into work. I average about 55 hours a week........at least! It wouldn't bother me except I feel like I don't get any credit for it. Yes, of course I get a paycheque, but while others are getting their nails done during worktime, I am actually working very hard, thank you very much, and get no credit.

I thought that once we got a new director things would change, but after our last director's meeting it was the most blatant meeting yet of showing off the "ins" versus the "in-nots" I am definitely not one of the "ins". I don't know why it bothers me so much because I should be proud of what I do rather than who I know.

I had a lot of errands to run today. One of them was to get my car washed. It felt great driving my new car shining clean again. I also picked up a few groceries from Wright brothers (0nly fresh vegetables there) and I also picked out shoes from the Boot Shop. I am officially old as I am getting orthodics for my shoes. It is a Catch-22. Do I need orthodics because of my weight issues, or do I have weight issues because I need orthodics???

As this blog states, this is the First Day of the Rest of My Life. We have moved to a new condo in Port Dalhousie. I am going to have new orthodics!! This is certainly a new beginning!

There is so much going on and yet so little going on. I am so busy dealing with work I have such little time to deal with my life. In the new condo there is an exercise room and yet I haven't been in it since the real estate agent showed it to us months ago.......I can do it.........OK.........tomorrow is the day I actually go in there and DO SOMETHING!!!

If it is to be.............it is up to me................(I am so full of corny lines)