How I like to remember my dad, happy :)

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

September 30

Hi daddy. How are you? I'm doing good. Work is there. Deanna is ready to move me up but Joe doesn't want me to be a mgr there so idk what ima do or what will happen. He wants me to find a job over here in our area. I'd like that too but I'm not gonna even consider it until after I go see mom. Things around here are ok. Joe and I are great. He got promoted to assistant manager Monday. He's worked almost 24 hrs in two days. He did 11 yesterday get got called back in for another hour, then today he works just over 10 hrs. I just hope he can handle the hours, the stress, the stuff that needs to be done here for Denny. Doesn't run himself thin. I gotta get used to him having to close a lot. He's got 4 closes this week outta his 5 shifts. So not fair, there's other mgrs but two of them are mother and daughter, what mommy does, daughter soon does the same. Meaning Joe gets the short end of the stick all the time cuz of them. 
I so wish you had got to meet Joe and he could have gotten to know you. Daddy, you'd love him. He works so hard for us, takes such good care of us. He's into carpentry and you two would have gotten along famously. The Lord sure blessed me with a wonderful husband. We leave each other notes some days when we won't see each other cuz of our schedules..mine today simply said I love you, have a great night at work. His said, I'm special and the reason he's moving up the ladder. Not those exact words but you get the point. Made me tear up, to have someone that loves me like he does. Never had that before. It feels wonderful. I sure miss you, I wish I could call you. See you, hug you. 
I'm worried about Jake. He's been sleeping a lot the last few days, sleeping in the oddest places. Behind the front door. In the bathtub. In front of the refrigerator. I really hope he's ok, I wish it didn't cost so much to go to the vet. I know if I took him they'd want to run blood tests, etc and we can't afford that. All I can do is put it in God's hands. Past my bedtime. I love you dad. (Forehead kiss) talk to you in a little bit. 

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