Time for some Cheese

So, The voices are taking the day off and I've been asked to fill in.  So you are all really in for it. Actually the reason I don't have a blog is because I don't really have a lot to say.  I'm a pretty boring person, more introverted than extrovert.  And the whole creative expression thing is something that I find fairly elusive in terms of the written word.  I used to write a lot but I found quite early on (around 18) that my writing voice really annoyed the snot out of me.  It sort of ruined the whole thing for me.  I don't want to read what I write because suddenly the tone is different than when I first put it on paper, and instead of sounding like someone I relate to, I sound like an asshole.

Kind of like now.   

I guess I could try the whole stream of consciousness on you but something tells me that would be pretty hideous too.

So anywhoo, what were we talking about?

So more about me I guess.  We have already established that I don't like to write.  

Let's do some history.  I've got the two petite cheeses as you know and was technically a teen mom.  By the way I think that being a teen mom is really not as bad as people say it is (granted I wasn't 14 and knocked up by my uncle, that might have been somewhat less copacetic). Actually I have no idea where I'd be if I didn't have my girls, and I'm not implying I would be worse off, but I wouldn't be here and here is actually pretty nice.  I like it here actually, quite a lot.  I actually just realized that I say actually a lot.  Funny.

Hm.

So, I've putzed (vulgar slang for a penis, I did not know that, also means engaged in a worthless activity) around here for most of my life,  worked in nearly every establishment within a 40 mile span of highway and realized quite early that hospitality is not an industry that I have any interest in pursuing for the rest of my life.  But it does pay the bills for now.  So I went to school at the JC to pursue a degree in... music and then it was art (I am not a natural Mozart, Verdi, Callas, DaVinci or even a very good Hockney).  I decided that while I could someday become a mediocre artist and probably eventually make some money at it, it would require more effort than I was really capable of on a daily basis and would not be a suitable occupation. So now I'm going to school to be a nurse.  It is worth noting that I don't look when they stick the needle in my arm to donate blood and I'm not particularly good at dealing with a crisis (imagine hysterical uncontrollable laughter,  perhaps not the best way to react to an emergency situation).  I'm thinking they must have some sort of conditioning to prepare you for all that stuff.     

I'm actually hoping that I can somehow just get paid to go to school for the rest of my life.

Actually.

Maybe I'll be a college teacher.

So that brings us to today.  The girls are playing with legos (the greatest toy ever invented) and I just realized it's 10:30 (but what the heck tomorrow is Saturday right!?) The voices are passing out on the couch ( I think he's a little sick) and I think I'm done with this guest post.  

I hope you all enjoyed this installment of the voices and if not, well, the Mack will be back when he's feeling better.

Till then,  

-Cheese