It's been a MINUTE since I blogged. I actually don't think I've blogged since school started. So I guess I'll start at what's been happening since mid August. Hmmm...
Well class. Class is kicking my ass, I wont even lie to you. It's not that the material is hard b/c it isn't. As a matter of fact all of my classes cover the same shit, it's just that either my old age is getting to me or I'm as dumb as a box of rocks. I go into a test thinking "Oh I'm about to ace this one..." and get my paper back with 70's and stuff. That aint ME! Everyone keeps saying, "you were out of school for a few years...you're rusty" or "You expect too much of yourself...a B is not that bad." Ok well maybe you're right...it has been a few years and B's aren't failing...but shit now. If I'm going to study for hours on end, attend class, take good notes, and so on...I shouldn't be making 72's on tests and such...that just don't add up. OH and THEN there are some people in some of my classes who need a hefty dose of 'shut the fu*k up', seriously. Like I understand wanting to contribute to the discussion, but if you are just going to 1. repeat what the instructor JUST said in different words or 2. contribute something that hasn't a damn thing to do with what we are discussing...just save it for the convo you'll have with yourself later. I can see the frustration in the instructor's eyes when they have to listen to some idiot babble on and on about how their dog did such and such when we are discussing crime trends in the inner city. I mean to be fair they can't tell them to hush...but wooooooooSaH! That reminds me...why do people raise their hands and once called on say "I was going to say..." before they say what they were going to say? Was that NOT a waste of every one's time AND your energy? We KNOW you were going to say it b/c guess what Einstein you JUST did!
On to family life. I don't know if it's just me or not...but here lately I've just been wanting to RUN and hide in a closet. Terrible twos are just that...I swear my daughter just turned into a little monster over night. She throws things, hits her brother, tells us no, gets into things you wouldn't think anyone would be interested in, and the list goes on. For example, (and this is gross but hey...) we put her to bed one night under the impression that she was GOING to BED. Hubby goes in to check on her about an hour later...and I kid you not, this child is sitting in her recliner diaperless with shit in her hand. After a brief investigation, turns out instead of saying "potty" she took her diaper off and wanted to see just exactly what that stuff was. It was the funniest thing (in hindsight) b/c D got out of bed and just went crazy. He swore she was eating it, and I told him there was no way a child of mine was eating shit. Just no way...so I'm laying in the bed listening to him scold her and it's cracking me up b/c he's saying "No baby you don't eat boo boo! Do you hear me? DO.NOT. TOUCH. BOO BOO! That's ew ew, okaaaay?!?!" I swear I lost 2 pounds from laughing. I mean it wasn't funny...but still. LMAO
Now my son...is what almost 10 months old and a bully already. The boy will just TAKE whatever it is that he wants. For example, if my daughter is eating chicken...HE is gonna eat chicken. If she wont willingly give him a piece, he takes it. It's the funniest thing to watch and she gets so frustrated when he comes and just bogarts his way into her plate. Oh and he will fuss too! He can't form not one word but will go clean off on you. I told hubby that he is the one I'm going to have to knock out a couple times b/c he's already telling me what he thinks. Woosah...again and again.
I'm still at the same job...laughing at the same people and the same antics. I actually enjoy laughing at these people for the most part. The only time I'm really irritated is when I think someone is doing someone else unfairly. Speaking of which...why did we go through 4 (FOUR) receptionists in one week. I kid you not, they would come in one day and quit the next, it was hilarious. No one could understand why they wouldn't come back. So you know me and my big mouth... I said, "well I wouldn't necessarily come back either...to be honest with you." No one asked why, I never volunteered it.
Anyhow, I hope this semi catches you up to Lady D...if not, well just ask. LOL
G'Day folks!
Lady Doss
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- LNA
- A self professed “Grace Case,” Elle is a 29 year old accomplished writer. Having written and been featured in national magazines such as Essence, her unique writing style has been said to be “thought provoking” and “more emotional than most.” She believes in being an open book and through that prays that her life experiences help others avoid the mistakes she’s made and overcome. As such, her memoir “Loving Me In Spite of Me” is filled with life lessons and coping mechanisms. Her mantra “love me or hate me… I’m me unapologetically” has helped define her writing style.
You, my dear, are a straight fool!
ReplyDeleteYou don't eat boo boo, its eww eww okay?? My infamous trick *DEAD*
girl, the school thing will come to you...don't even worry about it! and the family stories are just hilarious. I know it's not meant to be funny though. you will continue to do great, trust me.
ReplyDeleteI love your blog..
ReplyDeleteIt's very real and very genuine!