Saturday, July 12, 2008

my mom and July 12

I have a degree in psychology. Not sure if I mentioned that yet. I have a degree in psychology. Not sure why I did that, except it was easy. The only hard part was the organizational psych. class and statistics.

I'm sitting at McDonalds waiting to be interviewed. I would work at McDonalds and Frisch's to make my $100 a day or close to it.

My mom has been gone 14 years today. I heard Tony Snow died, too, today. That is very sad. Very sad.

I think around July 9, my mom said, "In a few days you'll have two heavy burdens to bear. First your father and now" and she didn't finish the sentence. My father died July 15, 1974.

There's something I'd love to post but I'm afraid of copywrite issues with American Greetings.

How I'd love to post it. It was a card that described my mother to a T.

Just had my interview---I got the job. They always need people. Wow. They always need people. I am going to try to get out at Frisch's at 10:30 pm to be at McD's at 11 pm.

I'll be making money. See, I love to make money.

Oh my mother. My mother, my mother, my mother.

I've been writing down things that I neglected to put in my book, about her. Things she'd say. She thought I knew everything. When we'd be driving along and a new structure or building was going up, she'd say, "Cindy, what are they doing over there?" She started talking to me a lot, using my name. "Cindy." I wish we could get people back. How I wish we could get people back. How I wish, I wish, I wish we could get people back.

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