As I Type It…

If I’m not out by 11 a.m. Monday morning you might want to send out a search party. I finished the first half of my Transcriptionist final today. The objective portion had 160 questions. Geez. That’s more than my 6 year old asks in a day and if you knew her you’d know what a big deal that is. Only 8 transcriptions away from being done with the course. Then it’s on to the long 14 day wait for the results.

Wish me luck!!

Btw…..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE GARY AND PAPAW BOB!!

Current Mood: Cool

I always thought that with 3 kids and a minivan I would turn into a soccer mom. I didn’t have a problem with that. I could see myself driving my girls to sporting events, school functions, etc. But to be the one destined to drive my 14 year old daughter and her friends around to each others house just because their parents work and I don’t, that just pisses me off beyond belief. Especially since gas is almost $4 a gallon and I have a van that gets 15 miles per gallon. I mean Jesus. If I’m the one not working I should need to watch my money and gas more wisely right? But if I don’t do it I turn into Mommie Dearest and I get an even bigger attitude when I ask her to do her chores (excuse me….her chore. She has one.). Well if it keeps up then she can forget about using and abusing mom this way. I aint having it.

Just tell me…if 14 is this bad, should I be scared about 15?

Current Mood: Angry

I’m a teenager of the 80’s. I was a true metal head. Even dated the long haired, earring wearing drummer. Listened to Metallica and Anthrax full blast, probably knocked brain cells loose by head baning. So why, now that my kids are playing Guitar Hero III on the Wii, is this music driving me completely insane? I’m really glad that I didn’t make them wait to get the Aerosmith version next month. I’d hate to eventually hate them. If I have to hear Slow Ride or Hit me with your Best Shot one more time I think I’ll barf.

70 days of summer vacation left….but who’s counting.

Current Mood: Bored

I can’t get this commercial out of my head! Somebody please MAKE IT STOP!!!!

1. 12 years of public school and however many of College is not only a waste of time but a waste of money if you ever plan on having kids. Not only are you clueless to how rude, inconsiderate, and completely evil they can be to you, but according to them we know absolutely nothing anyway. They know it all.

2. To whoever came up with the whole Murphy’s law thing, where if something can go wrong it will, can take it and shove it straight up their @ss. Exactly 91 days after getting my big screen back from getting $700 worth of repairs, it craps out again. NINETY ONE DAYS!!!!! Guess when the warranty was up? Yup…you guessed it. 90 Days.

3. When we leased the 08 Grand Caravan SXT in January, we paid extra so we could drive up to 18000 miles a year and actually travel. Paid an extra $5000 for that. We paid extra to have all the bells and whistles with the 2 tv/dvd players with satellite tv and even wireless headphones. Now we have the miles, have everything to keep the kids occupied and out of our hair while on trips, but we can’t afford the gas to drive it anywhere so it doesn’t really matter. .

Current Mood: Bored & Confused

Up until I got married, change has never been that good to me. In fact it hurt so much when I was growing up that I learned to rebel against it. Not in a “harmful to others” way, but against myself. I don’t know why I do this. I just do. I remember when I was in Georgia as a kid. My brothers were pretty much the only friends I had growing up. I loved my oldest brother, but since he was 11 yrs older than me I really don’t remember much about us together there. He was in high school and had his own life and friends by the time i was in kindergarten. I remember going to my oldest brother’s room and hanging out with him and listening to music. My kids now think I’m a geek because I know almost all of the words to all of the Beatles songs. They had a version of Mary Had a Little Lamb and I thought that was the coolest thing ever when I was 5-6 yrs old. Who wouldn’t.My other brother, Gary, used to babysit me alot. He played with me, I thought it was cool. He’d hide notes in my popcorn and send me on these wild goose chases around the house like a scavenger hunt. Ultimately leading me back to my bowl of popcorn, the same one that had the original clue in it, with the prize being an oreo cookie, hidden in the bottom. I fell for it every time. Then it all started to change. Gary met some friends and spent more and more time with them. One time he gave me this “sunflower” in a cup to keep in my room. He said it would grow and grow and it was all mine. I kept it in my bedroom window to make sure it got light. I watered it every day. When it started to sprout my mom got furious and threw it in the trash. I learned later in life that it was drugs. He started to spend more and more time away with friends, got in trouble in school, I hardly saw him anymore except for when mom or dad was yelling at him. He ended up getting married and moving out when his girlfriend was pregnant and they had a son. He dropped out of school. Mom was crying all the time, Dad wouldn’t talk, and by then my oldest brother had moved out. A few months later it seems, my Dad got a transfer to Indiana. I was 10. I didn’t want to leave my brothers, but I didn’t have a choice. Mom and Dad kept saying that it would be good, it would be a good change, life would be normal again. Within 2 yrs Gary was living with us up there after getting in trouble with the law. Then Daddy got sick. Then Daddy died. I was still waiting for the good change to happen.It didn’t until 1986. 7 years after we moved there I decided I would take a summer school course to get some of my senior classes out of the way so I’d have extra time during my senior year. That’s where I met Greg. We’ve been pretty much unseperable since then. We’ll be married 19 yrs this July. 20 yrs in the Air Force have come and gone as of June 1st. Now we’re back to the whole change thing again. Pretty much 30 years to the month of when the last big change happened. Different job, different pay days, different insurance, different rules, no job security, etc. I’m too old for this crap. Isn’t having a teenage girl in the house with my own smart mouth on her enough punishment in my life? Everybody hold on, if history is repeating itself, I have a feeling the next 7 years are going to be a bumpy ride.

Current Mood: Confused