Tuesday, September 28, 2004

I'm Pretty Sure I'm a Genuis

Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I officially have all A's right now. I took my psych test tonight and got 49/50. So...if anyone's qualified to administer the MENSA test...you might want to call me.

So..wow..quite a day. Ciera had her first school dance tonight. It was so strange. My 11 year old tomboy suddenly got all girly. The same girl that is usually bragging about the cleat-shaped bruise on her hip or what boy is scared of her came home asking me to curl her hair and do her nails. I sooooo wanted to take a picture. She wasn't too thrilled with the idea.

Edie has now moved into her own room. (Because I got the whiny-assed 18 year old out...finally!) She is so cute. She loves it. Plays with her kitchen. Cleans up her toys because it's fun to go in the closet to the toy box. God I love these days. You should have seen her after I got everything moved this morning..she was just sitting in the middle of her bed with 4 books, reading for all she was worth. The best part was when one of the lions from "Between the Lions" said "Mom, Dad!" And I hear the sweet little angel voice repeating it. I love that child! She is sleeping in her new bed (not mine!) as I type.

My husband has some mysterious colon/g.i/ulcer thing going on. I'm really stressed about it but trying not to let him know. He's not real thrilled with the kind of examinations required to narrow down a problem like this. He says he feels violated and doesn't know when his dick will get hard again. Of course that was about 5 minutes before I changed into a nightgown and...I can tell you when his dick got hard again.

Whiny sister shit...I don't really want to expand on this, but suffice to say..all three.

Oh...and I'm getting more organized. Yes, I am. Don't doubt me until you see for yourself. I think all I need now is the dry-erase board. I even have a list for my husband. Sadly, it has to include replacing all the light-bulbs that need it and change the oil on my fucking car. Either way...it's a organizational start for me. Maybe it will catch on.


Friday, September 24, 2004

Dammit

That's the baby's new thing. If she drops something, falls down, spills milk, etc. I have tried very hard to rid my vocabulary of this word lately because I realized that something very similar might be coming from my little angel's mouth. It doesn't matter. She has the memory of an elephant and a great desire to make me laugh until I pee.
We were sitting on the front porch this morning watching about 5 hawks circling around the pasture out front. (Oh my God---did I just type that? And again...read the title of this blog.) Anyway..she's saying, "Look, Momma. Birds. Big Birds." And when they flew away, she stood up in her chair and said, "Birds, COME BACK! Right now!" It was the cutest little demanding voice I've ever heard.
Do you ever wonder if people might be supportive of you solely because they may benefit from your hard work? Everyone in my life, saving Jeremy, is very supportive of me going to school. The majority of those people are sincere. I have to wonder if one certain person is just trying to bide his time until maybe he can drink lemonade on the porch of the house I bought while he tries to decide whether to go ride his 4-wheeler or drive his new truck. It's amazing what kind of ass kissing I am witnessing sometimes. I'm actually getting bored with it. Maybe I should start a fight.
One last thing...for anyone that may be reading this that I haven't talked to in a while: It's great to hear from you.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Holy Freakin' Crap

Why, in God's name, anyone would become a linear programmer is beyond me. Of course, it's beyond me exactly why I'm taking a damn math class online. So, not to offend all of the linear programmers that I'm sure are reading this, but...masochistic idiots! It is almost 2:30 am and I have finally completed my homework. Not because I didn't get it. Just because it takes 8 million years to solve equations, graph shit, figure profits....blah, blah, fucking blah. Now my back hurts, my head hurts, my eyes hurt and I'm too damn tired to sleep. On the upside, I'm good enough at this that several people from the class have asked me to tutor them. So..as if I didn't have enough to do, guess what I'm going to start doing tomorrow. Oh..and add linear programming to the list of shit that I hate. I don't know what number I was on but wherever I left off through number 88 is linear programming.
Here's a good one. My middle child has taken to talking to me as if she were typing. It goes something like this: M-o-m-m-a "space bar" c-a-n "space bar" I "space bar" h-a-v-e "space bar" a "space bar" d-o-l-l-a-r "question mark". It's lovely. If she weren't so cute...
Ok..I'm going to try to go to sleep and dream about sex instead of graphs.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

I Think I Can, I Think I Can

Ok..today I am embarking on the adventure of getting my life organized. I know what you're thinking...She's 31 years old and is just getting started on this? Well..yes. And to all of you naysayers who think that my crazy life is not capable of supporting organization, I say...you might be right. Nevertheless, I am ambitious and I will attempt it. So...I'm on my way to buy some organizing stuff right now. What that includes, I'm not sure but I'm thinking maybe...labels, containers, dry erase boards. Maybe Wal-Mart has an organization aisle. I think I saw it back by the soda and chips. You know...refrigerator section with alcoholic beverages aplenty.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Memories Are Never Misty or Water-Colored

Some memories are more vivid than you wish they were. And they usually pop up at the worst possible times. Well...or maybe it's just that you were kinda hoping you could put some things behind you. And sometimes you think that growing up means growing past things. Then those freakin non-misty flashes remind you of a day when you had that...I don't know...passion about life. Why do some people find each other and never let go? Kinda like me and Jill. I think that if I have a soulmate, it's Jill. Not in some lesbian fantasy, Jay. Just that way that no matter what or who comes in and out of our lives, we still have that connection. And why do some people find each other and never let go but pretend they do in search of....I don't know what? And do you think that all of the things that transpire during that searching can somehow alter the connection in the end? Or is all of this ridiculous and I'm just some hopeless romantic trying to hang on to life that didn't require so much?

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Fortunately....

They did not eat me. (Because cats are afraid of water, Jill.) So here I am. A couple months later. But you know what they say...better late than never. Soooo...ok...I'm going to school full time. Drowning in soccer this and that. Spending way too much time reminiscing about the days when I had much lower moral standards and much more fun. Funny how those 2 things go hand in hand, huh? Oh..and a few more things that I hate:
Fucking jury duty
Whiny men
Jeremy
Wasps ( Not the political kind)
Alarm clocks
Money
No money
I didn't number these because I forgot where I left off but I'll catch up next time around.
And don't worry....those wild cats were no match for a bitch like me. Freakin' pussies. (God I crack me up.)

Monday, September 13, 2004

Ever wonder what happened to Holly?

Sadly, 25 wild kittens carried her off and ate her in the creek behind her house. Post something already!!!