mariic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The joys of the old west I just got home from Sierra Vista, Tombstone and Bisbee. I had a nice weekend. It is really pretty out there. It is so green because they have had a very active monsoon this year. Shawn said that it has rained almost every night. Of course it did not while I was there. But the weather was really nice, barely hot. I thought Tombstone was interesting, but I loved Bisbee. It reminded me a lot of Jerome, but it was in more of a canyon than on a mountain. The sidewalks are steep, but they have these cute shops, and kind of a hippy/artsy vibe. The kind of little town I could totally live in. I had dinner at The Bisbee Café, right across the street from The Copper Queen Hotel. It was wonderful (I believe they make the best Ranch dressing I have ever had). It was a little weird staying with someone I did not really know. Shawn was very nice and hospitable, but I was happy to come home. I missed my huge bed, and of course my dog. I really enjoy taking trips by myself. I love to just get in the car, turn up the tunes and drive. It makes me wish I lived not in the middle of a city, where it takes me an hour to get out to the open road. I went to dinner with Heather on Thursday; it was very nice of her. I am having some brushes with depression again. It is very difficult. Most everything is going very well. My job is okay, but I have been having some growing pains. But my love life is driving me crazy. Okay, really it is just one boy that is driving me crazy. I guess that is what I get for wanting something. I was fine and happy before…didn’t really mind being single, I never really mind that. It is just when I get a glimpse of something that I really want, and it seams that I can never have it. Ugh! And then I let myself get all bummed out about it. Though there is nothing I can do, I cannot make someone call me, or like me. Sorry for sounding pathetic, (snap out of it Marii)! I will be on call this week for the first time. I hope that I am not kept up all week. My company expects you to work 8 hours everyday, even when you are on call. So I could be up all night taking care of problems, but I am expected to be there at 8 am the next morning. Well, let’s hope that does not happen. Here’s to hoping I have a really nice week. I need it. 2:08 p.m. - 2003-08-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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