Well, my sister Noelle wanted me to start this on-line journal, so I guess I'll give it a whirl. I've never considered writing a journal this way. I've always enjoyed the classic pen and paper approach as opposed to all these modern methods. I like classic style. What can I say? Let's see . . . how do I begin?
  Fred had to work overtime again tonight. I really love the money, but I know we don't get enough time together as a couple. However, he is getting a better position on 1st shift as of March 15th. He may be even getting a raise, in addition to another supervisor posistion, but I'm not gonna get too excited just yet. Anything can happen. It's going to be nice to have him home during the day for the first time in 4 1/2 years of nights by myself with kids from Midnight until 4 a.m. It was really lonely. I can't tell you how many times I went to my mom's house looking desperately for a movie that I hadn't seen in ages to fill the emptiness I had for all those years. I hated it when people left me. Even now I ask my sisters, brothers, and brother-in-law to stay longer. It's hard when you have three children and you don't want to drag them all over the place just to hear them cry for a toy or fight with someone's kids when you go visit a friend. I have so much appreciation for people who can have more than three children and still keep their wits about them without having medication to do it. It really is tough.
   My husband Fred called me tonight and told me there was a blackout all along the streets of Kinston where he worked. I'm not sure if it went beyond there, but he was happy that at least the phones worked so he could call me and tell me about it. He told me there were cops up and down the streets, and rumor had it there was a lot of looting going on because the security systems were down. He had to get the flashlights out and go see if everyone in the plant was okay. I honestly believe Fred likes playing the role of supervisor and taking charge in a Stephen Segal type way. Ha! Ha! Poor guy. Other than finances I don't depend on Fred that much. I know it bothers him sometimes that I'm so independent. So he gets to have fun with that at work. Don't get me wrong now. I do let him open the jar of jelly or pickles that I can NEVER seem to open myself. He just has that look of "I'm the man" on his face after I've been struggling and struggling with the jar and he comes over, twists the lid . . . it does a tiny "POP" and it opens so effortlessly. Then of course, I'm disgusted . . . being the independent person that I am. It just irritated me to have to ask him to open it, and then again, it's kind of nice. Fred has GREAT arms. He doesn't work out, but oh my gosh! He has great arms. 
    This is the end of my first journal entry. What did you think? Hmmm. Should I be asking that?