Archive for February, 2009

It was inevitable

February 24, 2009

Yesterday, I told a coworker of mine that I thought I was getting a sore throat last week but it went away.

And lo and behold, what decides to come back later that day? You’ve got it. A sore throat. And it brought it’s friend, Stuffy Nose, with him. Blegh.

I knew it was inevitable. Preschools are notorious for germs and even though I wash my hands religiously, I guess my immune system hasn’t built itself up yet.

When I started working at my old preschool, I got sick within the first week and even though I worked there for 10 months, I was out of daycare for almost a year so I guess my immune system got bad again. My mom, who worked in daycare for 17 years before leaving, can’t even remember the last time she had a sore throat (besides this time now, I had one in September), a cold (December 2007 for about SIX WEEKS! I was convinced I had bronchitis), or a stuffed nose (I have one now, and I had one in September). Lucky duck.

Needless to say, all I want right now is some vanilla bean ice cream. Mmm.

Save yo drama for yo momma

February 21, 2009

So Friday, February 13th, I “officially” started my new job. I had gone for assessments on Monday and Tuesday for 3 hours each and orientation on Wednesday and Thursday at their headquarters.

So this past week was my first full week. And I just have to say I. . .


I love it, love it, love it. I really, really hope I don’t look back at this post in 3 months and shake my head at my stupidity. ๐Ÿ˜‰

The job is great. I’m usually hanging out with scrumptious babies or energetic toddlers. And they are all so cute and so adorable and so much fun! I have a blast.

But the drama? Oh. My. God. It’s just insane.

Here’s the run-down (using popular celebrity baby’s names! Booya!)

  • Suri doesn’t like Harlow. Harlow doesn’t like Suri. They had a blow-up sometime before I started and wowza, the tension between the two is amazing.
  • Since Harlow doesn’t like Suri, neither does Violet. Harlow and Violet are tight, yo.
  • And then there’s Shiloh. Well, Suri doesn’t like Shiloh for some reason. I don’t know why. But Violet and Honor love Shiloh. Shiloh is so nice to them and even brings them breakfast in the morning!
  • And Violet and Honor also don’t really like Stella because of the way she runs her classroom (personally, I don’t see anything wrong with it).

I think that’s the run-down. Got all that? Man. It’s just insane. Drama, drama, drama. And here I thought I left high school! All I know is this: I like everyone. I made a mistake at my former job getting involved in the drama and telling people when other people said things about them (not my brightest moment, I know) and not liking other people because of what people said about them. But I’m not doing that here. Until you do something against me or I see you do something stupid with the kids, I’m fine with you. We’re pals, buddies, the whole she-bang. And I’m not getting involved in your drama. Save it for yo momma, ‘kay?

In other news, still no computer. Blegh. I had a dream that my old one started working but in my dream I knew I was having a dream about it. How weird is that? But I get paid on Friday so I’m probably going to head on over to Aaron’s next Saturday and get my brother to sell me a computer. I guess. I need one. The sad news is that I had tons and tons of documents saved and even 2 scholarship essays saved that I didn’t back up so those are all probably lost.

So sad.

Anyway, today is Anisah’s bridal shower so I must quickly get all my work done here so I can get ready and celebrate! ๐Ÿ™‚


February 18, 2009

So, about a week ago, I heard the new Bebo Norman song “Britney.” And it so struck a chord with me. Here are the lyrics:

Britney, I’m sorry for the lies we told
We took you into our arms and then left you cold
Britney, I’m sorry for this cruel, cruel world
We sell the beauty but destroy the girl
Britney, I’m sorry for your broken heart
We stood aside and watched you fall apart
I’m sorry we told you fame would fill you up
And money moves the man so drink the cup

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But I can see it coming back for you
Yes, coming back for you

Britney, I’m sorry for the stones we throw
We tear you down just so we can watch the show
Britney, I’m sorry for the words we say
We point the finger as you fall from grace

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
And I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But I can see it coming back for you

Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah, it’s coming back for you, yeah

Britney, I do believe that love has come
Here for the broken
Here for the ones like us

I can’t say the chorus is all that amazing but I think the apologies are. And I have been a Britney basher. I never got into the craze (guess I was more of a Christina?) but she was this amazing performer who fell in love, had a baby, and realized that it’s not as easy as it looks. Marriage is hard, motherhood is hard. It’s not all rainbows and butterflies, ya know?

But she’s the celebrity I used to pray for so fervently. She is just so broken and used and helpless. Obviously, she does have her own set of problems and, yeah, she may be making a comeback but I still think she has a long way to go.

The weird thing is, I had been reading this article in a magazine about Britney and how Kevin and his new girlfriend (who looks remarkably like Britney. . .) took the boys to see snow for the first time. And Britney has to see these images of Kevin’s girlfriend holding her son as he sleeps and experiencing snow. Frankly, I think it was classless for Kevin to do that and not include Britney.

Anyway, it’s a great song. I cried (while driving, not the smartest thing to do) the second time I heard the song because I would love to see Britney fall into the arms of Jesus and let Him restore her.

The Bay – A brand-new reality series

February 14, 2009

I’m thinking of approaching MTV or FOX or some channel for a reality TV series. Because my life would make an excellent show. Honestly. There’s never a dull moment.

Let’s recap the past 2 1/2 days:

-I go to my orientation at the main office which I’m almost late to but make it right on time.

-Afterwards, I have some time to kill so I head to Panera to get some free WiFi and a delicious Icy Mocha. And for the past few weeks, the cord on our ready-for-the-nursing-home laptop hasn’t been working. We’ll plug it in but it acts like it’s working on battery power. And since this laptop is, oh, about 5 years old, it’s battery lasts about 5 minutes before it dies. So we have to jimmy the cord and blow on the socket to get it to go to cord power. So, I’m at Panera and can I do my gymnastics to get it working there? No. I can’t. So I’m trying to finish writing an article for my class that’s due at midnight and luckily, I was able to e-mail the story to myself before it died. And it’s been dead ever since. We need a new cord.

-Go to Mark’s apartment later that night, finish the story and send it off into cyberspace, play with my freaking delicious nephew for a while, watch American Idol (find out it’s TWO hours, not ONE and miss about 20 minutes, and in those 20 minutes they happened to mention the best friends and I guess the widower made it but the other didn’t? GAY!), and go home.

-Mention to my mother, “Say, do you know where my social security card is?” Spend the hour after AI tearing apart my room looking for the card and, yeah, my social security card IS MISSING! Although, nobody would want to steal my identity. I have $20,000 in school loans and another $3,000 in credit card bills and no stocks or any of that crap to my name. Good luck! Cry, whine, shut down. My usual thing. Mom gives me my birth certificate, saying they might take that. I say they won’t.

-Go to “intake” where I sign my life away for this job and the sweet H.R. lady says the 11 most precious words in the English language (at least on that day): Do you have your social security card or your birth certificate? And suddenly a halo appears around her head and a choir of angels begin singing, “Hallelujah!”

-All my problems solved, I continue signing my life away, find out I’m making the most I’ve ever made at this job, and have a quarter-tank of gas left to go to the other side of town to be fingerprinted and take a drug test (ewie!) and then back to the other side of town to give them the paperwork, then back to the other side of town to go home. And as I’m driving right out of my complex to pick Mom up from work, our gas light comes on. I have about a buck in my bank account, Mom has a little over so she transfers money so now I’ve got TWO DOLLARS AND NINETY-NINE CENTS to buy gas with. I manage to get to our nearest gas station (which actually isn’t so near. . .) and fill ‘er up. One and a half gallons. Woohoo! Gets us back to a quarter tank of gas – which can get us pretty far.

-Get some mail, saying since I stopped attending classes on October 29th, 2008, I owe USF over $700 and can’t register for classes until then. Yippee! I only need about $1,400 to pay stupid USF. Don’t they make enough money?

-Yesterday, go to Hell-Mart to buy a plug, find out, buy it, find out it’s not a LAPTOP PLUG! Um, we obviously don’t know how to read directions. So now we’re back to square one.

And that’s not the worst of it! The worst of it is that I actually started WRITING MY STORY that I’m going to get published and make millions with and left it at the hair salon! BLEGH! It was freakin’ awesome, too.

Anyway, so I had to wake up early to go to the library, where I am now. I took a test for my class (made an A!), e-mailed some people for my next stupid article, and caught up with my Celebrity Baby Blog (I haven’t read it for FOUR days! Do you know how much can happen in the baby world in four days? I’ll tell you: Kevin Costner’s wife had her baby and Mira Sorvino announced she’s preggers again AND Foo Fighter’s Dave Grohl announced they were expecting a girl!).

Anyway, Happy Valentine’s Day! Mom and I bought some cheap-o chocolate at Hell-Mart and it was disgusting. If I wasn’t so addicted to chocolate, I’d never eat it again.

I’ve been tagged! (Do I get a sticker for this?)

February 11, 2009
So, um, I’ve been tagged! How cool is that? I’ve never been tagged and I’ve been blogging for a really long time. So, right now, I’m going to bask in being tagged for a while. . .

OK. Done. I did a little happy dance around the room and now have to get down to business. I got tagged by the fabulous Shalay at Writefully Yours. Her blog is ahhhhh-mazing! You should check her out. You’ll love her.

So here are the rules:

1) Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go up to your closet and pull out that cute little purse you used back before you had kids. I want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house. No cheating!

2) I want to know how much it cost:) And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, Iโ€™d love to hear it.

3) Tag some chicks. And link back to this post so people know why the heck youโ€™re showing everyone your bag.

All right, so my bag. I’m not a purse girl. Or a shoe girl. Or a clothes girl. Or a make-up girl. Honestly, I’d love to be any one of those things but I never have any money. But maybe one day, I’ll become a purse girl. But not right now.

ANYWAY! Here is my bag that I’ve been using since I got it in December…


That’s the picture from the Payless website, where I got the purse. The red is actually a lot darker. Hm.

I had decided that I wanted a new purse for my birthday. And since I’m not really a purse girl and I couldn’t find anything I liked at Target, I decided to try Payless and found this bag. I liked it, it liked me, so Mom bought it for me. The purse was on sale, 8 bucks baby.

I am one savvy shopper. You may bow.

So, um, I don’t have many blogging friends. Blegh. This feels like high school all over again. I’ll just tag 2 people:

Anisah at Acoustic Beauty
Nanny at The (Online) Nanny College Girl Diaries


February 10, 2009

Apparently, I’m 21 years old. It says so on my birth certificate (well, of course it doesn’t say I’m 21 – it says November 28, 1987 but you get my drift…). I don’t look 21.

Honestly, I could pass for a middle-schooler. Three examples:

July 9, 2008
My mom had surgery (the day after her 30th birthday! ;)) so being the totally awesome, daughter-of-the-year I am, I was with her the entire time. From driving to the hospital for surgery until they released (the next day). Anyway, Mom introduced me to one of her nurses and here’s the conversation:

Mom: She’s studying to become a teacher. She goes to USF.
Nurse: Oh, wow. I thought you were 13 or 14.

Mmm…thanks. Way to boost the ego, lady! I went out to dinner later that night and the nurse asked where I was, commenting, “I keep forgetting she can drive! I keep thinking she’s 13.”

December 2008
I’m in Target, looking longingly at all the presents I could buy my mom but unsure of how much money was on my credit card. So I was walking around, holding things I know I wasn’t going to buy but trying to look like a regular Christmas shopper when a lady draws me into a conversation about batteries.

Lady: Do you think Duracell or Energizer are longer-lasting?
Me: Um…I don’t know. I just use Energizer.
(Honestly, I usually use the batteries that are on sale. Moving on…)
Lady: Yeah, OK. I think I’ll get the four-pack. They’re cheaper.”
Me: “Yeah…”
Lady: “I need them for a game for my kids. Everything seems to need batteries these days!”
Me: (chuckles a little) “Yeah…”
Lady: How old are you?
Me: 21.
Lady: Oh, I though you were 16!

Actually, sixteen is the oldest I’ve been thought of so that’s kind of exciting. I should’ve said something snarky like, “Oh, and it’s Senior Day at Target! Those batteries will be 20% off! You’re definitely over 65, right?”

January 18, 2009
At the grocery store, not looking my best. But I’m buying stuff with my mom. So the lady ringing up our purchases says to me, “Well, it’s back to school tomorrow!”

My reply? “Yes! Only one more semester until I graduate from middle school! I’m so excited about high school!”

Just kidding. I didn’t say that. I should’ve.

Three cases over the past 6 months. I’ll probably get carded until I’m 40. Hey, it works for me. I might look like a middle-schooler right now but I’ll look like I’m just entering my 20’s when I’m 30! Booya!

Here’s a picture. You decide. I chose this picture because when my mom took it, I thought, “I look like I’m 12.” I think it has to do with the face that my nephew is so long. He’ll be my height when he enters kindergarten. Now, that’s a sad fact of life.



February 7, 2009

Yayyyy! I got The Call yesterday at 10:30 a.m. and boy was I ever happy! I actually pysched myself out saying that I probably wouldn’t get the call and to move on. It’s my way of dealing with things. It works for me.

So, I don’t exactly know if I’m going to be in infants or toddlers but both ages are my favorites so yay! As long as I’m not with the two-year-olds or VPK kids, I’m good. ๐Ÿ™‚

The first week is kinda weird. On Monday and Tuesday, I’ll go in for 3 hours where I’ll be with the kids and be observed. I guess this is to make sure you have a good rapport with the kids and aren’t prone to beatings. Monday, I’ll go from 2 p.m. – 5 p.m. and on Tuesday, I’ll go from 9 a.m. – 12 p.m. Wednesday, I have orientation from 1 p.m. – 4 p.m. in their main office and then Thursday, I go back to the main office to sign papers and the like. I think I also get fingerprinted and take a drug test that day, too. I’m not sure, though. And Friday I’ll start my regular hours, 12 p.m. – 6 p.m.



I am so, so, so happy. My bank account won’t be in the red anymore! I can actually pay more than the minimum balance on my credit cards! I can help Mom out with rent and actually have my own phone plan! I can pay for school! Oh, and the most important: I can get my hair done!!! Yay!

Week 5

February 5, 2009

There is seriously no point in writing this entry because Week 5 SUCKED! I didn’t even check my weight because I don’t want to know. In Weight Watchers, you can use a “No Weigh-In” pass if you don’t want to weigh-in so today is my No Weigh-In pass week.

Everything was going pretty good. I ate good on Friday and Saturday, drank 2 bottles of water, and ate at least 3 veggies/fruits. But Sunday was the Superbowl. And you have to understand that we are a football family. I am the biggest woman football fan you will ever meet.

Seriously. I’m like a guy.

I spend my Sundays camped out in front of the TV watching pre-game shows, post-game shows, and all the games in between. When we had cable, I turned on ESPN at 6 p.m. and watched all the pre-game shows until MNF. I play Fantasy Football and am a monster with football picks.

Honestly, I’m like a man’s dream girl.

Anyway, so we love us some football. Superbowl = biggest football game of the year. Superbowl = food. Superbowl = lots and lots and LOTS of food.

We had:
– 105 Chick-Fil-A chicken nuggets
– Mom’s Super Special Super Secret beans
– Mom’s Super Special Super Secret potato salad
– 3 different kinds of chips
– Dozens upon dozens of cookies
– Cookie cake
– Small tray of Chick-Fil-A brownies (they came for free since we ordered online!)
– Drinks (just soda; we’re not a drinking family, especially since my grandfather used to be an alcoholic and aside from Mom and me, everyone was driving themselves home)

Needless to say, it was terrible. I did manage to do 60 minutes on the elliptical and finish 2 bottles of water beforehand. I didn’t eat too bad at the Superbowl. It was fairly normal.

But then, nobody took home the desserts. We were left with probably 20 or so cookies, most of the brownies, and most of the cookie cake. So it’s been a rough week where all my good intentions flew out the window.

Blegh. Blegh. Blegh.

Bad week. Terrible week. I so wish I could show up at Anisah’s wedding as a svelte and slim 110-pounder but that’s not gonna happen. I will be happy at 140. But I keep sabotaging every weight loss effort.

Tomorrow starts a new week. Time for some goals.

Goals for Week 6 (Feb. 6 – Feb. 13):
– Exercise for at least 30 minutes every day
– Drink 2 bottles of water every day
– 3 servings of fruits/veggies, every day

Wish me luck!

Fingers crossed

February 4, 2009

I decided to break this post into 3 parts, since so much has happened in the past 18 or so hours.

Part I: My Dad
So, my dad got out of jail yesterday afternoon. And guess who he decided to ring up? My brother. My brother, who has a 4-month-old son that Dad knows nothing about. Well, Dad called Mark (after not talking to him in at least 6 months, but probably longer) asking Mark to go over to his ex-girlfriend’s house and get some stuff for him. That’s right. He wanted Mark to help him out. And my dad had the audacity to tell Mark, when it comes to calling each other, “It’s a two-way street.” Sure, yeah, OK. Let’s run-down the past 3 calls from my dad to Mark: (1) When Dad was in jail early in 2007 and asked Mark for money; (2) Called to say his life sucked and he was ending it; and (3) A call to say he was fine but needed Mark to help him out. Whenever Dad calls, it’s always when he wants something. I haven’t spoken to him in 14 months. I know he won’t call me because (a) he lost my cell phone number and (b) he knows I won’t put up with his crap. I was through with him when he went to jail when I was in high school and I told him so. I love him because he’s my dad but I hate him because he’s my dad. And Mark finally saw the light a few years ago but Dad still thinks he can mooch off Mark. And Mark’s not having any of it.

The sad thing is, my dad stayed for one night with one of his loser friends from back in the day and told Mark he’s going to a shelter today. It’s really sad because he has pushed away so many people and now has no one. He really had it good: when I was in 9th grade, he was living with my uncle free and going to school to become a barber. Unfortunately, he really messed that up. I wish I could reach out to him but I’m so afraid of getting my heart broken again.

Part II: Job hunting
In more happier news, I have a solid lead for a job. Today, after my morning class, I went to my old job because they were hiring. The minute I stepped into the building, I got this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I just wanted to leave. The director told me I had to have my CDA to work there (which I didn’t need when I worked there previously) so blegh. But, inside, I was happy. I was bummed because it meant I was back to square 1 but the director there is not a very nice person (she was rather rude to me). And tons of teachers have left because of her.

So I came home and called Payless, PETCO, and a bank to see if they were hiring. No on the first two and the bank was only hiring a loan officer, with which you need 5 years of experience for. So then I called another daycare since I had seen on my way to school that they were hiring. They were hiring full-time and part-time, and with the part-time position you don’t need a CDA. So I went in and applied and saw a friendly, familiar face. A girl I had worked with at the previous daycare was working there now and gave me a super-good reference. I talked with the director who seems soooo nice. The positions they have are 12 p.m. – 6 p.m. in either the infants or toddlers.

If I can get this position (especially in the infants room), I would be bursting with joy. I love, love, love, LOVE infants. It was my favorite room in my old daycare. So, fingers crossed! I should find out by Friday if I got the job. ๐Ÿ™‚

Part III: The Dog
Well, today The Dogย  had a nice, tasty treat. I was popping some popcorn and had a plate sitting by the computer on a low table. Well, on the plate were brownies (ugh, please don’t ask. We had WAY TOO MUCH food left over from the Superbowl) and the stinker ate one! It was one of those Chick-Fil-A brownies but halved so I looked online and it gave some common symptoms – none of which The Dog is exhibiting. A bad reaction would cause him to vomit, be extra hyper, and urinate frequently. He’s been sleeping for a while.

He had a really guilty look on his face, though. I stuck him in my room for a few minutes for time-out (but, really, all he does is get up on my bed and sleep…) and tried to see if maybe he didn’t really eat the brownie but I can’t find the other half anywhere. So we’ll be keeping a close eye on him! He seems fine right now.

Anyway, that’s it from here on the homefront. Gosh. I hope I get that job. That’d be sweet! The hours are perfect, too. I have my story that was due today already finished (so many people were still working on theirs…HAHA!) so I’m going to relax for a while and do a little homework. Tonight, I’m visiting my brother and precious nephew. I’ll try to get some pictures because he’s SO BIG! He’s about 18 lbs and just turned 4 months! Crazy, I tell you.

Kicking. My. Butt.

February 3, 2009

I’m only taking 2 classes this semester, thanks to the fabulous educational system we have here in Florida. I was signed up for 4, found out my financial aid got canceled, and now I’m only taking 2. These are two pre-req classes I need to go further in the College of Journalism. I was taking another class, which I’m going to take in the summer (another pre-req) and a fourth online criminology class that I was taking because one of my scholarships required me to have a full load.

So I dropped those 2 classes after the first week of classes when I found out I had to find a way to pay for my own schooling.

And can I just say how badly these two classes are KICKING MY BUTT?

One of them is strictly online (although he does take time on Wednesday afternoon, during our normal scheduled classtime to go over the material) and each module is so extensive and booooring. I get through them the best as I can and now that I have my book (that I paid $8 for. That’s right. EIGHT DOLLARS…FOR A SCHOOL TEXTBOOK! My professor said we didn’t have to get the latest edition. Have I mentioned how much I love him?), I can hopefully do better on the tests. We’ll see, though.

The other class is MW mornings, 9:30 a.m. – 10:45 a.m. It’s a fun class. I like it. The teacher worked for 25 years with the St. Petersburg Times and has done a lot of other freelance work so she knows her stuff. And can I take a minute to brag on myself? On Wednesday, we were given the task to sift through tons and tons of AP wire stories on a group of mountain climbers who got stuck on Mount Hood (a mountain in Oregon) a few years ago. There had to be about 20 stories, dating from the minute they heard of the problem up until everyone was rescued. There were also stories relating to other people lost on the same mountain. So we were instructed to look through that material and construct a 900-word story that would be featured in National Geographic (not that we would get published, but you know…). So we only had 90 minutes to do this. I spent 1 hour looking at the material and just 30 minutes working on the story. I didn’t even have time to edit. So on Monday morning, our teacher came in and put the names of the top 3 stories on the board.

Um, guess whose name was on the list?

Yep. Yours truly. Ah. Amazing. Do you know how awesome that is? When I was doing teaching, I was always at the bottom. I was always the intern who needed so much extra work. My friends could whip up a lesson in 5 minutes and get rave reviews from their principal’s where I would work on a lesson 10 times until I perfected it, teach it to my students, and then get so-so reviews from my teacher. Obviously, teaching is not my thang.

ANYWHO, where was I? Oh, the class. Well, for this class we have to write EIGHT stories. And these stories have to be written with 3 different sources. I’m talking interview sources. I can’t use an easy-peasy website. For my first story, due tomorrow, I interviewed my grandma, who is a Stage IV colon cancer survivor and everything she went through in 2008, regarding finding out she had cancer and all that jazz. That interview took about 2 hours (but you have to understand us women – we analyze things to death so she would mention a time or date or something and we would have to talk about it for 15 minutes to make sure it was accurate, bleghhh). And then I had to find 2 other sources. Luckily (well, rather unluckily for her; lucky for me), she had to go up to the hospital on Friday to get a shot (her white blood cell count is super, super low so these are helping to get it up) so I spoke the the nurses there.

And seriously considered changing my major. They have so much fun – and they are cancer nurses! They just laugh and joke around and have a blast. And my grandma is, like, a celebrity with them. They love her.

But, ugh, it was so much work. And I have another story due a week from tomorrow! But I’m going to do it on Weight Watchers since I tried it out and my mom has done it and she has people at her work doing it. It’ll be interesting.

(As a side note: I might have gotten a job! I swallowed my pride and called my old work, a daycare, to find out if they were hiring. When I was there, they were always hiring. And they were! I’m going to go tomorrow after my morning class to fill out an application and probably see some familiar faces!)

(As a side, side note: I’m never ordering something new on Amazon again! I bought both of my textbook used and they are in mint condition. They look like new textbooks! Amazing.)