every year ...
... goes off the stress. Family asks for whom they may come up as the Huns and somehow it is every year our house. This year I have at least money to buy gifts.
but now I work (yes, the money comes from somewhere) I do not have time to buy them. -_-Saturdays I like to sleep longer - ergo: the shops usually have to until I get into town (I would go because I know). Next
drama at work. In the village there is a regular daily and weekly progress. This is beautiful and good. You always knew what when where and ask no need to keep a diary and you need not so real. While there are occasionally so a few events like concerts, but it's Christmas is really bad. (Almost) all go to their families, Nativity play is in the Advent season, everyone is talking about gifts and then there's still a new one to hustle to make the perfect.
Currently my nerves are strained to breaking point. I come with the stress but surprisingly well clear, but it sucks just the same. If my sister is stupid to me, mostly, the one that gets back all right, while I can remain calm at work. - Well, little sisters are also a little something else as disabled, because my sister can be different if they just want .
I would have got so genuine when Lady could come on New Year's Eve, but my parents did not fit. Sorry, Mausle. Either I come to you or you come anyway, or Carnival or Easter. My parents are still angry about the fact more or less unannounced, as far too short a visit to a certain unsuitable young men named Norman, who has a week predicted that he would come and come then, although fair with us, was a 70ter birthday in the family came up and my father was my weekend would have quite liked to have for themselves. - I can say what I want, zedert my Mom. I should even ask my father what he says, though he still against it, then well ... Next year (yes is now in December net grad so long ^ ^).
Oh yes, last but not least: I have a training position. Education is the beginning of 1.10.2007. And although as a nurse. :)
Finally
