I sit here, thinking about my life and just where it has gotten me. A lot of great things, and some not so great. Being a vet I have my moments. Enough to scare some of the most brave and caring women. I deal with it though, always have and always will. I have a good job, but for how long I do not know. Mainly since they are moving my job to Mexico. Which will give me a chance to go back to school. Maybe this is a bitching, venting entry but I tell you what, I do not care at this moment. I want something good if even for a moment to come my way. I want to have some fun, I want new ink, I want a lot I guess. Being 42 soon to be 43, I think I am allowed to be greedy for a moment. We all have our times.
