You can dye your roots but they will still be there.

I have been contemplating where I belong in life. I know, I know. It's silly. But all during high school I didn't fit in with a particular group. And then, senior year, when I really did hit my stride it was all over with. So, where do I fit in in this life that I am blessed with. All I can think about is what I knew for 20 of my 22 years. I grew up on a farm. Does that make me country? Perhaps? I have no idea. I enjoy our house we have now which in the city. Does that make me a city slicker? I seriously doubt that one. Anyways. I don't know the answer to this one =)

So, meeting today. One that I really didn't get to schedule and its at my house. How convenient!? You mean I don't have to leave my home to have a work function? Awesome... They didn't even let me have input of date or time?! WTF!? Some times I feel like people have forgotten that this is my house. Not a place for them to come and go as they please. I have to live here too. I mean I get the importance of my home being a reasonably safe and clean place however, I do not think that it is fair to me to have meetings here. I know that meetings are part of this job and I do not mind attending them however, I feel like I do not have a space that is my own. I know that this is a ridiculous dilemma that might not make complete sense to everyone but step into my shoes for even a week and you will suddenly see that it is almost overwhelming at times. And yes, I love my job and am thankful to be gainfully employed. I feel like we are doing work that is important and life changing however, I feel like having these meetings at my house is unnecessary.

That's all for now... Oh yeah btw. 10 days until a full week of sandy South Carolina beach.