The past 2 months

Things have changed over the past couple of months. I finally got to go skydiving and I fell in love. It is such a fantastic feeling to be that high up in the sky and be outside a plane. I went on a couple of tandem jumps and I am now working on getting my license. It's a difficult process when the weather does not feel like cooperating. I just keep plugging away and try to jump when I can. This is something I can see myself doing for a long time. Every time I see beautiful blue skies I wish I wasn't going to work and going for a short plane ride to 13,000 feet. I would love to get to the point where I could do competitions and formations, you know neat stuff like that. I have my membership to the USPA (United States Parachute Association), so that's kind of neat.

Halloween was nice, I got dressed up and went out with some friends. We went out, saw a show, went to a bar, sang some karaoke, drank some, and all around had a good time.

Life has been pretty good overall. Work has been insane. I worked over 8 hours of overtime last week. That's a little much and it will probably happen again this week. Looking at the schedule last week, it seems like it will be a repeat this week. One good thing is I can have some extra money for a change. Things have been tight recently but I am working on getting it all back on track. I have a plan to get rid of some extra debt that has come my way, and I will work on that until it's all behind me.

I keep trying to be a good person and a good woman. I know that I will never be as good as some, no matter how I try. I will never measure up, not even in the same category. I know that I am better than some, but they don't set the bar very high so it's not much of a stretch. Sure I wonder what people really think of me, I think everybody does. I think I am a good person. I spend my life helping the animals, and I will always help a friend. I think that makes me a good person. So why do I always feel like I'm the person you don't know how much you like me until I'm gone? Who knows. Maybe it's because every time I move away, people always want me to come back. Even if we didn't spend that much time together when I was there. Oh well, whatever. I know I'm a good person, truly that's what matters.

It's November and the year is almost over. I'm ready for the holidays to come along, they always make me happy.