My Saturday
Met Mike in the park.
Did a few laps.
Had lunch.
Did a few more laps.
Went to a movie, WALL-E, very sweet.
Went to dinner
Sat on his deck and talked.
I am finally home 15.5 hours later.
It was awesome.
Hmmm...Yeah
I would love to know who put a bag of poo at my front gate.
I was reading an article online yesterday and it was later reported on in the news that night. They both talked about a group of 15 year olds on the East coast who made a pact with each other to get pregnant no matter what or how (one is supposedly knocked up by a 24 year old homeless man) and raise their children together.
WHAT THE HELL!
Motherhood is not glamorous girls. It is 3 am feedings and never going out again because you have a child. It is not having a normal teenage life ever. It's their childhood and that of these children they are having that they are destroying. It is working for minimum wage for the rest of your life because you had to drop out when being a parent became too much of a conflict with school. School should have been your only focus for the next 7 years anyway. That and passing notes to boys in class. Innocent stuff like that.
Who is to blame for this phenomenon of young parents? Their parents for not instilling in them a stronger sense of self and self-respect? Their peer group for thinking this is cool? The media for glamorizing teenage mothers (ala Jamie Spears)? I don’t know. I am just glad my parents gave me the knowledge and tools to go through life not making-stupid-ass decisions. I got the talk from Mom (with a medical book, for the anatomy side) at 10. Then I got it in 5th grade with the rest of the kids. Then middle school (along with self defense), then high school and finally college. I know what happens when you make stupid decisions. I have seen THE SLIDES. And I have stupid cousins.
I am calling on all parents to give their children a better grasp of the world out there. It is a tough one filled with unemployment, welfare, rising health insurance, food and housing costs, limited job possibilities for the undereducated, absent fathers (not mine, he’s great, still married and living with mom) and the stress and pain of raising a child. A living being that will depend on you for everything. Think before you make decisions like this, it’s not like the movies, babies don’t just pop out and raise themselves and you certainly can’t afford a nanny.
These kids obviously do not have the mental capability to raise a child. Thus starteth the vicious cycle.
Bundle of...
Youngest is having a boy. A sweet, little boy. He is healthy and all womby right now , so we (the family) are happy.
He will be nicknamed when I see the ultrasound this weekend.
Lance Armstrong, You Ain't
Get off your cell phone bike boy and look where the hell you goin'. I have the green light. You have the don't walk, don't ride sign at a stand still on the other side of the street. You got nothin'. And you are definitely not in the right yelling, "God Damn."
So neener.
Also, I saw a guy peeing by the side of the road, didn't even try to hide it. I love this city.
Mid Life Crisis
I think my mom has finally lost it.
She quit her job today.
Is going to Vegas tomorrow.
And is going to get a tummy tuck.
If she leave my dad, I may lose it.
He's Just Not That Into You
In the same day I read an article which after 2 columns, had the basic premise of "he's just not that into you" and I saw the preview for the move of the same name. I needed to experience these things because I needed to be pulled from the pit of sad little girl (I also started writing a letter to my college boyfriend asking all the "why" questions which came off really pathetic sounding, I did not send it) onto the platform of reality.
The guy from last week, it's his loss.
There are plenty of men out there and I am still very young. I have plenty of time to find my soul mate and share my life with them. But for now, I am OK.
What the Hell
So, I had a date on Friday. Had a great time, talked, ate, drank. Walked around the city until 1am. Saw him again on Sunday for drinks, snacks and a movie. As I do not have a TV in my living room anymore, we cuddled up on my bed. And now, nothin'. Not a word. Not an email. I am a good date. I am funny and engaging and I don't know why he doesn't call.
I am from the school where communication is reciprocal. I was the last one to send any type of communique so it is his turn and he hasn't taken it.
Boys suck.
I'm joining a convent.
Is it Safe - An Ode to Marathon Man
So I cleaned, cleaned, cleaned the house on Sunday, hoping to show it to a potential roommate. The first words out of her mouth when walking up the porch were "
is it safe to live here?" Dumb bitch, yes! I have never had a problem. I have called the cops once in my time living here and that was because a couple of drunks were fighting in the street. Let's just say her comment did not endear me to her, but I am a lady and did not let that deter me from giving her the 5 cent tour.
Needless to say, she didn't want it. Honestly, I didn't want her. She was like Malibu Barbie with brown hair.
So the search continues. I am hoping for a friend to move in, not a stranger (stranger danger!) and have apparently (unbeknownst to me) enlisted the help of my parents who have already called all their friends. I would like to live alone, but that is not possible in the city with my pay scale.
Again, the search continues. Bah!
Thank You Strappy Sandals
Awesome date, check out the post time.
Oh my goodness, it has been one heck of a week.
First off, as you all know, Roomie and BF bought a house. They closed last night and GOT ENGAGED! I spent the night cleaning and they got engaged.
I am overcome by the amount of joy I feel for them right now. I can't stop smiling. My heart is swelling I am so happy for them, why, because I have been known Roomie for a long time and I have known BF since before they were dating. They love each other so much. Ah, happiness.
Yes, with Roomie moving out, I have to prepare for someone new. I was trying to get Jo to move in with me, but she is allergic to my kitty and for a while there she thought she could handle it, but today decided she couldn’t so I am back to finding a new person to live in the house. I have all of June to find one, but since Roomie is moving out on Sunday, I would like to find someone quick and give her back her rent.
I spent 3 hours cleaning last night. It took every chemical I own including three with bleach and oven cleaner to get my shower sparkling again. Now I know better and will be buying a shower mat tonight. Ick. I also dusted and will vacuum soon, possibly when Roomie is gone.
I cut my hair off too. It is not as short as it has been in the past, but I do feel lighter. As per usually, the stylist commented on the amount and thickness of my hair. I am genetically gifted, follicle wise.
Also, I have a date on Friday.
Craziness.
