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Tom Pelphrey

its been a while
2007-12-16

I'm so sorry I haven't written in forever. Its been crazy. Work, for the most part.

So many deadlines and almost getting fired. Then to find out it wasn't my fault. I was so close to quiting. They can be so mean at work. Making you feel you aren't doing nearly enough.

I just wanted to quit, but I didn't.

Thankfully, Logan hasn't been a butthead. He has his moments. Like he's so sure we can get an XBOX 360 for Christmas. As if my Mom's going to get us one if I ask for it. He really really wants a Playstation 3. We both know thats out of the question.

So now its..what money we might get from parents for Christmas will go toward the XBOX 360. But do we really need one? And will he ever grow up?

And then I keep getting cards from co-workers who are either buying food for the city food pantry or helping out some starving child in a country I never heard of. Something, that is made way too much out of.

Sure I give to Salvation Army, toy drives, food drives at the grocery store, but I'm not sending Christmas cards about it saying "In loo (I think) of getting you a gift, we're giving to blah blah blah..."

Well, thanks alot buddy. A part of me doesn't want to give the scarves I made to some of my co-workers when they give me cards like that. But I am. I can't help it.

Hopefully, I'll get some crochet squares to Michael's from all the scraps of yarn around here, but I'm not going to send out a Christmas card about it.

And yet, I know the real thing about this whole ordeal at work is that I need stand up for myself more. Not take so much shit like I'm this yes dog.

So there it is.

Still haven't gotten a tree yet. Maybe today.

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