Breaking Dawn is the last of the Twilight series, correct?
And then I can be done hearing about it everywhere all of the time? Please?
I am counting the seconds until it's over. I'm hoping 2012 can be a mostly Twilight-free year.
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Well, Hello
Sorry for the blatant neglect! I feel terrible. (Well, not really terrible but I feel pretty bad about it.) I've been doing some odd jobs/freelance type work and as usual, my time management skills suck and something's got to give and that ends up being you guys and laundry. I am sorry you're relegated to laundry status, that is pretty bad.
On top of poor time management, work also takes me about 500x longer than it ever did before due to various technical difficulties like people stapling all of my printer paper into books with one made-up word written on each page. I asked little kid why he did this and he angrily told me that he had to make books telling his work friends not to throw his cell phone into the ocean because they are on a 104 day vacation to Mexico. I asked why he wasn't in Mexico (thinking of how much easier working at home would be if he was in Mexico) and he said, "Someone's gots to stay and do the work!" No clear answer on why they have his cell phone, why they would throw it in the ocean or why they couldn't share one book about not throwing cell phones into oceans.
He also informed me that his work friends were "dellergic" to girls and could never, ever meet me. He was sorry to relay that sad piece of news and I'm sad that so many are afflicted with dellergic reactions to girls. That will be one boring trip to Mexico!
Mysteriously, little kid's name appeared printed in capital letters with a Sharpie on my coffee table. When we accused him of doing it, he began shaking with rage and indignation and insisted that he did NOT write his name on the coffee table, that he didn't know who did it, and that he was really really mad at us for blaming him for everything. So I guess we have an intruder with handwriting very similar to his; clearly someone with a sinister plan to frame him.
In happier news, Big Kid won a bike! This was extra awesome because he outgrew his bike and buying him a new one has been on the to do list but we won one with $5 worth of raffle tickets. I am pretty sure this is a sign that I'm about to win the HGTV Dream House because GOD OWES ME.
(Just kidding, God, but it would be nice...)
Anyhoo, I feel like we went on a few dates and I got lucky and didn't call you back for a while and now this is the awkward "So, how have you been?" reunion booty call. It doesn't help that I condensed 4 or 5 decent potential posts into one short, choppy awkward post.
But whatever, at least I called, right?
On top of poor time management, work also takes me about 500x longer than it ever did before due to various technical difficulties like people stapling all of my printer paper into books with one made-up word written on each page. I asked little kid why he did this and he angrily told me that he had to make books telling his work friends not to throw his cell phone into the ocean because they are on a 104 day vacation to Mexico. I asked why he wasn't in Mexico (thinking of how much easier working at home would be if he was in Mexico) and he said, "Someone's gots to stay and do the work!" No clear answer on why they have his cell phone, why they would throw it in the ocean or why they couldn't share one book about not throwing cell phones into oceans.
He also informed me that his work friends were "dellergic" to girls and could never, ever meet me. He was sorry to relay that sad piece of news and I'm sad that so many are afflicted with dellergic reactions to girls. That will be one boring trip to Mexico!
Mysteriously, little kid's name appeared printed in capital letters with a Sharpie on my coffee table. When we accused him of doing it, he began shaking with rage and indignation and insisted that he did NOT write his name on the coffee table, that he didn't know who did it, and that he was really really mad at us for blaming him for everything. So I guess we have an intruder with handwriting very similar to his; clearly someone with a sinister plan to frame him.
In happier news, Big Kid won a bike! This was extra awesome because he outgrew his bike and buying him a new one has been on the to do list but we won one with $5 worth of raffle tickets. I am pretty sure this is a sign that I'm about to win the HGTV Dream House because GOD OWES ME.
(Just kidding, God, but it would be nice...)
Anyhoo, I feel like we went on a few dates and I got lucky and didn't call you back for a while and now this is the awkward "So, how have you been?" reunion booty call. It doesn't help that I condensed 4 or 5 decent potential posts into one short, choppy awkward post.
But whatever, at least I called, right?
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Second Day of School
and I fucking hate it.
Not the getting up early, not the traffic (although all that sucks too). Somehow in the excitement of it all, I completely forgot that I was committing him to a sheeple processing factory. An institution.
Today I parked way the hell out by the road, again, because of the grossly inadequate parking, took both kids by the hand along with a book bag and a bag of school supplies and party invites and headed for the classroom.
"You can't come back here without a pass," says some jerk with an inflated sense of authority.
"Oh, I didn't kno..."
"You HAVE to have a pass. I'm JUST doing my job."
"Okay, that's fine, I'll get one."
I go to the office to find a line 30 people long, all of them holding their driver's licenses. So I go back out.
"Am I going to need my license?"
"I told you that you need a pass. It doesn't matter if you have a license, you have to have a pass."
"I'm trying to get a pass, I'm just asking you if they'll need my license. I don't have it on me."
"Then you won't be able to get a pass."
"Okay, but he needs to get to his classroom."
"There are all kinds of adults back there, he'll be fine."
"Well, he just turned five and his classroom is at the other side of the building. I'm not sure he would ask, or know who to ask. Could one of the volunteers take him?"
"Yes, fine."
I give him a hug and a kiss and watch as she shoos him down the hallway...alone.
"Wait. It's his second day of kindergarten and his first day in this huge building..."
"YOU CANNOT GO IN WITHOUT A PASS."
"I'm just asking you to make sure he gets where he needs to go safely." (near tears, not knowing whether to hate her for being a bitch or myself for being a wuss.)
"Ma'am," she said, grabbing a random passing parent who did have a pass, "Can you take this little boy to Mrs. D's classroom?"
"I don't know where that is?" She says looking baffled.
"One of them will help you," pointing in the general direction of the crowded hallways.
"Um, okay," she replied, taking my child's hand and walking off.
I know I'm overly tired and probably extra sensitive, but I started to cry. I was just so mad. I'm all for policies, especially for safety, but I'm also all for having a brain and a heart, and I personally couldn't have treated a tired mom with a toddler and a brand new kindergartener like she was going to burst into the school with a machine gun and start killing or molesting people on the second day.
There was far more danger in her original plan of just shooing him down the hallway alone. Sure he would've gotten there eventually but would his fear and confusion on the second day of school been worth protecting the masses from his stupid mother who forgot her driver's license?
Jerk. I'm writing a letter. I'm not just saying that either, I'm going to at least let the principal know that maybe there should be a little bit of flexibility on the second day of school, or at least kindness and the promise that my child will be well taken care of.
My computer is TRASHED. I don't know what's up, my anti-virus doesn't know what to do, my screen is all distorted and huDge, I'm going to go shut down and pray for a miracle upon re-boot. Today's got to get better, right?
Not the getting up early, not the traffic (although all that sucks too). Somehow in the excitement of it all, I completely forgot that I was committing him to a sheeple processing factory. An institution.
Today I parked way the hell out by the road, again, because of the grossly inadequate parking, took both kids by the hand along with a book bag and a bag of school supplies and party invites and headed for the classroom.
"You can't come back here without a pass," says some jerk with an inflated sense of authority.
"Oh, I didn't kno..."
"You HAVE to have a pass. I'm JUST doing my job."
"Okay, that's fine, I'll get one."
I go to the office to find a line 30 people long, all of them holding their driver's licenses. So I go back out.
"Am I going to need my license?"
"I told you that you need a pass. It doesn't matter if you have a license, you have to have a pass."
"I'm trying to get a pass, I'm just asking you if they'll need my license. I don't have it on me."
"Then you won't be able to get a pass."
"Okay, but he needs to get to his classroom."
"There are all kinds of adults back there, he'll be fine."
"Well, he just turned five and his classroom is at the other side of the building. I'm not sure he would ask, or know who to ask. Could one of the volunteers take him?"
"Yes, fine."
I give him a hug and a kiss and watch as she shoos him down the hallway...alone.
"Wait. It's his second day of kindergarten and his first day in this huge building..."
"YOU CANNOT GO IN WITHOUT A PASS."
"I'm just asking you to make sure he gets where he needs to go safely." (near tears, not knowing whether to hate her for being a bitch or myself for being a wuss.)
"Ma'am," she said, grabbing a random passing parent who did have a pass, "Can you take this little boy to Mrs. D's classroom?"
"I don't know where that is?" She says looking baffled.
"One of them will help you," pointing in the general direction of the crowded hallways.
"Um, okay," she replied, taking my child's hand and walking off.
I know I'm overly tired and probably extra sensitive, but I started to cry. I was just so mad. I'm all for policies, especially for safety, but I'm also all for having a brain and a heart, and I personally couldn't have treated a tired mom with a toddler and a brand new kindergartener like she was going to burst into the school with a machine gun and start killing or molesting people on the second day.
There was far more danger in her original plan of just shooing him down the hallway alone. Sure he would've gotten there eventually but would his fear and confusion on the second day of school been worth protecting the masses from his stupid mother who forgot her driver's license?
Jerk. I'm writing a letter. I'm not just saying that either, I'm going to at least let the principal know that maybe there should be a little bit of flexibility on the second day of school, or at least kindness and the promise that my child will be well taken care of.
My computer is TRASHED. I don't know what's up, my anti-virus doesn't know what to do, my screen is all distorted and huDge, I'm going to go shut down and pray for a miracle upon re-boot. Today's got to get better, right?
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