Evil Bitch Alert!

I have been in the worst mood the last four days. I have no idea what my problem is, but every little thing is pissing me the hell off lately. It's like I have the worst raging case of PMS ever known to woman kind. Here's a short list of the utterly ridiculous things that have been getting on my last nerve:

~The never ending pile of laundry that I'm convinced will never disappear no matter what.
~Impending weddings
~Bratty evil children who should have been expelled from school months ago, but instead continue to beat up children and teachers without any ramifications.
~Swine Flu (Believe it or not I had a parent who was actually afraid they might catch swine flu because they had eaten fajitas (in her own home) for dinner one night. Are you FUCKING kidding me. The ignorance of some people really astounds me)!
~Birthdays
~Teaching
~The fact that every time I finally get my fingernails to grow long I either break them off or chew them off during a nervous meltdown.
~My dog who can't let one single living soul walk past our fence without barking like a complete idiot.
~Getting up at the ass crack of dawn to drive 45 minutes to a job that pretty much sucks my ass (I know, totally my fault. We're the ones who chose to move there).
~Not being able to decide if I want a tattoo or not. I wish I could just make up my mind already and just get the fucking tattoo I've always wanted.
~A certain teacher who can't get off her soap box long enough to realize that there are other opinions in the world besides her crazy born again Christian wrong ass opinions.

Pretty much people in general have been pissing me off. I think it would be in every one's best interest to stay away from the beast until this wave of rage passes.

Depressing Fact #47 About Getting Older.

I can no longer "party like a rock star." As I quickly learned this weekend after I attended a bachelorette party in Vegas. I knew my soon to be sister in law's "last wild weekend before she ties the knot" event would be a blast. A weekend away with just the girls. No kids and no husband. What wouldn't be fun about that?

I knew there would be some drinking and partying involved, um hello it was a bachelorette party after all. I just didn't realize how much. At first we were told Friday was a free for all, do your own thing. Saturday we would be lounging by the pool and then Saturday was when the real partying was to start.

Turned out plans changed a little and we partied like crazy on Friday night and we were to continue the same type of partying on Saturday night. I was just not up for that. I had a great time on Friday night, but my body can only take so much drinking, dancing (especially in heels) and staying up until 3:30am.

Saturday I was not feeling so hot. Getting out of bed was torture. My head hurt, but not because I was hungover. No, I decided it was because the music was so loud in the club (I know I'm such an old lady). My whole body ached from busting out my kick ass dance moves and my feet killed from trampling around Vegas in my new red heels.

So when I heard we were doing the same thing on Saturday night I was not too excited. I just don't know when I became so old! There was a time when I could stay up partying all night, get up for a 7am class hungover (or still drunk) and be able to somewhat function.

One day I was a cool college kid then the next day I woke up and I'm a cranky old lady. Next I'm going to be yelling at the neighborhood kids to turn their music down and to stay off my lawn.

Kindergarten Here She Comes!

After a lot of stress, cursing of the school system, tantrum throwing and harassing phone calls to the pediatrician's office, I am pleased to announce that my daughter has FINALLY been enrolled in Kindergarten.

For awhile we were torn between enrolling her here where we live or if we should try for an intra-district transfer (so she can go to school close to where we work). I was a huge stress ball about the whole situation. I just knew an intra-district transfer was going to be a hassle and I wouldn't know until August if the transfer was approved.

My co-worker was having the same dilemma as I was, except the school district she lives in won't allow students to transfer out of their district. She told me she'd been thinking about charter schools and told me about one that is close to our work.

Listening to her talk about the school I quickly fell in love with the idea of my daughter going to Kindergarten here. The class sizes are VERY small (love it). It's a dual language academy, so half the day the children are taught in English and the other half of the day is taught in Spanish (really love it). The school offers a full day Kindergarten from 8:30 - 3:00 (totally love it).

Even though I loved the idea of the school, I didn't know how Bryan would feel about it. He liked the idea of the charter school, especially the dual language aspect of it. As he told me, "The Spanish will help her with Spanish classes in high school and college. I sure had a hell of a time trying to cheat my way through Spanish." So with Bryan on board we went for a tour of the school, just to be sure we liked what we saw.

While waiting for registration to start I made sure she had her physical, immunizations and dental check-ups all completed. Finally registration began and we faxed papers to the Doctor and Dentist that had to be filled out. The admin at the school told us in order for her to be accepted EVERYTHING needed to be completed and turned in.

Evidently somewhere along the line the Pediatrician's office lost the memo that we needed this back as soon as possible. It took THREE days of harassing phone calls (thanks for your assistance with those Bryan) to finally get one tiny piece of paper back. Seriously, all the Doctor had to do was fill out one box, check a few other boxes and sign it. That was all and they needed three days for it! Come on, give me a break.

After I finally got the papers from the doctor back I had a mini panic attack about a blood test she didn't have done. Luckily the panic attack didn't last long (turned out she didn't need the blood test after all). So I took the paper work down to the school and received the green light. The spot is hers and she'll be attending Kindergarten there next year.

I'm so excited and sad at the same time. I can't believe I just finished registering my baby girl for Kindergarten. I don't think Dylan is as excited to start though. My mom asked her what she thought of her new school and she said, "It doesn't have any toys."

Moving Out

They grow up so fast don't they? We were playing a nice family rough housing game tonight when Dylan got upset because I knocked her over.

She started yelling at me over and over, "I'm mad at you!" Which only made me laugh at her and continue to bother her more. I guess I finally pushed too many buttons because she lost it.

Dylan~ "That's it, I'm going away and I'm never going to see you again!"
Me~ "Oh yeah, where are you going to go?"
D~ "To San Diego!"
M~ (Laughing) "San Diego huh, and how are you going to get there?"
D~ "I'm going to turn left!"

At this point Bryan are crying because we are laughing so hysterically. She continued on telling us how mad she was at us both and that's when we grabbed the camera:




After this she continued on for another 5 minutes. She stomped down to the door with her balloon in tow. However, she couldn't figure out those tricky front door locks. So she's stuck living with us, at least until she figures out how to get out the front door on her own!

The Insult King.

My lovely son is already an insult master. I don't even know how it happened, but it did. Anytime he's mad at me, or I tell him something he doesn't want to hear, he looks me right in the eyes and says, "You old mommy."

Ouch, now that cuts me deep Justin. I wonder who told him I was freaking out so much about turning 30 in August? Oh right, that was probably me and my big mouth. Me turning the big 3-oh no is turning out to be a weekly conversation topic over dinner. Guess he listens to more than I think he does! Better watch what other insecurities I let slip out around him, I don't want to give him more ammunition to use against me.

Totally Freaking Out Over Here!

Dylan has had a drawing obsession lately. Last weekend she sat for hours drawing pictures of flowers for her friends in her class. Today she had a similar drawing obsession. Only it wasn't about something as cute and sweet as flowers. She was drawing pictures of nothing. Just taking a crayon and scribbling circles on a piece of paper. A la the creepy ass kid from the movie The Ring:



I thought my horror movie phobia was just working overtime today, but my Dad said he thought the same thing when he saw her drawing today. This is only a portion of what she drew today. She seriously drew this exact same thing (in different colors) on about 60 sheets of paper. So if I happen to go missing in about seven days you all know what happened. If you have no idea what the hell I'm babbling about...then consider yourself lucky!

25 of the Most Intriguing Things You Will Ever Read About One Person.

Yeah I only sound a tad full of myself don't I?

I was tagged a few times to write something called "25 Things" on Facebook. I really want to do this, but I don't want to put it out there for everyone on my Facebook "friends" list to see (I tend to be a friend whore and will accept anyone who requests friendship). So in my tiny brain it makes more sense for me to post it here on my beloved blog. Here are the rules:

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

On another side note: I'm not tagging anyone because I don't have 25 friends to tag, so...AWAY WE GO!

1. I am obsessed with Guitar Hero. When I first heard of this game I thought it was the dumbest thing ever, now I can't live without it.
2. This isn't really an unknown about me...I am a die hard member of the Raider Nation and have been since I was 5 years old.
3. Even though I was born in North Carolina, I will always consider myself a Californian.
4. I have never been outside of the U.S. except to go to Tijuana and Canada (totally pathetic I know).
5. I want to go back to school to get my Masters, but I'm terrified that I won't be able to handle college again.
6. I'm a closeted nerd, I live for geology, history and astronomy.
7. I hate pretty much everyone and talk shit about a lot of people. It's probably my biggest character flaw, but no matter how hard I try I just can't make myself tolerate stupid people.
8. I heart wine...especially red wine.
9. I love to dance. I break out my best dance moves after I've been drinking quite heavily.
10. I am so competitive it's sad. I can and will make a competition out of anything.
11. Despite all of the reasons not to, I want to have a third child.
12. Even though they drive me absolutely bat shit insane...I love my kids more than anything in this world.
13. I believe in aliens and ghosts and since I believe in them I feel they don't need to make their presence known to me. I believe without needing solid proof, so stay the HELL away from me!
14. I am scared out of my mind of dying. I have panic attacks every so often about dying. It's the finality of it all...I'll be here one day living, talking and breathing. Then suddenly everything will just be black. I will just be gone and that's it. Scares the shit out of me.
15. I wish I was a blond.
16. It really, really pisses me off when people tell me how much my kids look like my husband. I'm the one who carried them for nine months and had to do all the work for them to make their grand entrances into this world. I think they should look more like me dammit!
17. I am extremely depressed about the fact I am turning 30 this year. Not at all looking forward to it...totally sucks ass.
18. I say "like" and "totally" way too much. I guess that's one of the downfalls of living in California around all these surfer dudes.
19. The first time I got drunk was when I was 18 with one of my best friends from high school. We got drunk off wine coolers and watched "Boogie Nights." We couldn't wait to see Marky Mark's "penis"...good times!
20. I really want to learn how to golf, don't ask why, I just do.
21. I have gotten very lazy in my old age. I don't know what it is, but I can't stay up late at all anymore. Once it hits 9 pm I'm ready to go to sleep. I sure know how to party don't I?!
22. I love shoes. I mean really love shoes. I am currently seeking the perfect pair of red high heels. I've actually been seeking them for about a year now, but haven't found them yet.
23. I want a tattoo really bad. I've wanted one for years, but I just don't know exactly what I want.
24. I hate housework, all of it. I want a maid!
25. I still don't have any idea of what I want to be when I grow up. I just know what I'm doing now, is not what I want to be doing 5 years from now.