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My niece Savannah. This picture was taken the last time I saw her, at the beach visiting my family. Her nana had gotten a little overzealous with the sunscreen. Savannah hated it but she was kind enough to let me snap a photo before sliding off the couch.
She died in her sleep Sunday morning at 15 months old. We are headed to Raleigh now for the funeral.
Thank you to all of my friends who have been so helpful and supportive this week. This is one of the hardest times I’ve been through, made all the worse by what I know but can’t understand: the pain my brother and his wife are in. Savannah was their first child and I can only hope that they will find the strength to continue their young family.
I suppose I really just wanted one last chance to show everyone my beautiful niece, but thank you again to friends and your kind wishes and thoughts for my family.
Sleepy cuddle times with the new girl. River is just impossibly cute at the moment.
This just made my fucking day
(via fullstopfictionwriting)
“It’s like a cumpost heap down there” - Richard Waddell”
I’ve been jobless for over two months now.
Two months. That amount of time can really make a person start to feel worthless, and more than just a little lost. I don’t know what to do with myself half the time anymore. I feel stuck.
I’ve put in hundreds of applications, gone to countless interviews. So far it’s all a bust. I was so desperate I reapplied for my old job-where the new manager has made it clear he has no interest in hiring me. I’ve left interviews grinning, with full assurance that I will be getting a follow-up call soon and that the manager thinks I am “just perfect for it.” I’ve then waited weeks and gotten no response.
In October I started helping someone open a coffee shop in their bookstore. Three weeks and 100+ hours later I found they had no intention of paying me. I was successfully hired by a frame shop-who suddenly had no business and did not need me to come in.
I’ve been jerked around and screwed over and passed by, and every time I pick myself up, dust off and start over.
Today I went in for an interview with a local screen-printing company. The atmosphere was amazing, the employees were great and it is a job that would actually get me back doing the kind of work I spent 4 years studying to do. In short, it’s a dream job.
I think things really went well-but that often means they didn’t. On the other hand, I am hands-shaking, butterfly stomach, toe-tapping nervous. I’ve always found that to be a surprisingly good sign. I’m hoping this time it is the perfect sign and that I will find myself with a great opportunity.
I guess what I’m saying is all you tumblerites and friends out there, wish me luck. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I really, really need it right now.
Maybe my favorite of the rally signs
via the huffington post: http://goo.gl/H1kG
(for some reason my computer won’t let me share things to tumblr)
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Wow, really?
(edit: Well, here’s the wiki list. )
Considering the number of people I speak to day to day who are out of a full pack of cigarettes in an 8-22 hour period, I would say Americans smoke wayyyyy more than what that wiki states.