Where to begin? When I last wrote, Brian and I were on the verge of moving to New York. But, it would appear once again that some things just aren't meant to be. I will admit that I was looking forward to moving out there, but I would have wanted a little more time to find a job, etc. instead of winging-it like we were going to end up doing.
Braces have been on now for a whole month...I've noticed some significant changes, mainly in my waistline. I never really realized how much junk food I ate until I couldn't eat it anymore. Do I miss some of it? At times, sure. Do I miss having the ability to bite down on food without causing pressure and the occasional shot of pain? Absolutely. Just 18 more months to go and these are comin off :o)
Tragedy has struck our family this past weekend. Brian's uncle passed away quite unexpectedly from a massive heart attack and subsequent brain death from the hypoxia that occured as a result. Brian's dad and sister are taking it quite hard, but not nearly as hard as Brian's other uncle. Its understandable though, his uncles were twins and literally did everything together their entire lives. For Uncle Dennis, he not only lost his brother and best friend--he lost a part of himself as well when his brother died. Rest in peace Uncle Doug.
I realized tonight that it doesn't matter what I know simply because I've been there 4 years longer than some of my other co-workers....it irritates me to no end when I know I am right about something and someone with lesser senority and experience tells me to my face that I'm wrong. Granted, no one really likes to be told that they're wrong about something, but when I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am 100% correct about something (especially policies because I seem to be the reason why they're created in the first place), it makes me want to literally jump down their throat and tell them how wrong and how much of an idiot they really are.
