Friday, October 05, 2012
I'm in with the out crowd.
Spud started preschool last month. And he's going to the same preschool that his older brother attended 11 (ish)years ago.
I was so happy that Spud could go to the same preschool, not only is it convenient to my house, but I recall how just plain awesome the teachers, assistants and just plain everyone was. I stupidly assumed they would still be so awesome and laid back.
What the hell happened to preschool?
The pressure is unbelievable. Not just on the parents but on the kids.
Homework every night? Scissor skills? PENMENSHIP?
SERIOUSLY?
Even when the wee V. was a tot, preschool existed to give your child a place to be social, to understand how to behave in a classroom, interact with your peers.
Get a head start on your alphabet and numbers and make cool crafts.
Ugh.
Friday, July 06, 2012
A poker face I do not have..
A few weeks ago I ran into an ex boyfriend of mine, a rather significant ex actually.
Almost twenty years later and the most predominant thought was "I had sex on the hood of a 69 Shelby Mustang with him"
(head desk) And god I just know that showed on my face.
Almost twenty years later and the most predominant thought was "I had sex on the hood of a 69 Shelby Mustang with him"
(head desk) And god I just know that showed on my face.
Monday, May 07, 2012
What the Fuckery
Two years ago on March 30. My co-worker and dear friend Nardyne Jefferies' 16 year old daughter Brishell Jones was gunned down on South Capitol Street in Washington D.C. after the funeral of a friend. She was shot with an AK-47 from the distance of approximately ten feet. The bullet that killed her, entered under her ear and blew up the opposite side of her head.
It was the deadliest drive by shooting in the the history of Washington D.C.
On February 27th the trial for the five men who shot killing Brishell and four others began. (and I'm not saying accused of killing, these five fucking monsters did it, and there's plenty of evidence to prove it.)
Yesterday, Brishell's best friend Roshauna, who standing next to Brishell took the stand to testify.
She was shot in the knee and the back. The bullet in her back travelled through her and tore up her arm. So she walks with a limp now, and only has partial use of her left arm.
Roshauna and Brishell had been friends since they were toddlers. They'd grown up together, went to private school together and planned to go to the same college in Florida together after graduation.
Roshauna was barely a foot from Brishell. She felt a stinging in her leg and her back, and then she collapsed. When she looked up, there were bodies everywhere including Brishell laying face down in a pool of blood six inches from her hand.
Roshauna still has nightmares, busy streets make her panic, she doesnt like being out at night much anymore.
And yesterday after she gave heartbreaking testimony.
As the Marshall's led the defendants from the courtroom, one of the Carter brothers blew Roshauna a kiss.
And the U.S. Marshall's did nothing.
What the hell kind of world do we live in, that a cold blooded murderer has the right to torment a victim in that way? But a mother who cries when the weapon that was used to blow her childs head off, is asked to be quiet?
It was the deadliest drive by shooting in the the history of Washington D.C.
On February 27th the trial for the five men who shot killing Brishell and four others began. (and I'm not saying accused of killing, these five fucking monsters did it, and there's plenty of evidence to prove it.)
Yesterday, Brishell's best friend Roshauna, who standing next to Brishell took the stand to testify.
She was shot in the knee and the back. The bullet in her back travelled through her and tore up her arm. So she walks with a limp now, and only has partial use of her left arm.
Roshauna and Brishell had been friends since they were toddlers. They'd grown up together, went to private school together and planned to go to the same college in Florida together after graduation.
Roshauna was barely a foot from Brishell. She felt a stinging in her leg and her back, and then she collapsed. When she looked up, there were bodies everywhere including Brishell laying face down in a pool of blood six inches from her hand.
Roshauna still has nightmares, busy streets make her panic, she doesnt like being out at night much anymore.
And yesterday after she gave heartbreaking testimony.
As the Marshall's led the defendants from the courtroom, one of the Carter brothers blew Roshauna a kiss.
And the U.S. Marshall's did nothing.
What the hell kind of world do we live in, that a cold blooded murderer has the right to torment a victim in that way? But a mother who cries when the weapon that was used to blow her childs head off, is asked to be quiet?
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
Scattered thoughts..
I used to be good at doing several dozen things at once..but as I've gotten older, not so much.
Fear not, this is not doomed to be a navel gazing sort of post where I lament the loss of cognitive function or whatnot, whinging about all the grown up stuff that's weighing me down.
I'm just wondering how the hell I had so goddamn much energy and why the hell did I waste on such stupid things?
Such is youth I reckon. So much energy, so little common sense.
Fear not, this is not doomed to be a navel gazing sort of post where I lament the loss of cognitive function or whatnot, whinging about all the grown up stuff that's weighing me down.
I'm just wondering how the hell I had so goddamn much energy and why the hell did I waste on such stupid things?
Such is youth I reckon. So much energy, so little common sense.
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Volunteers being accepted...
My co-worker is obsessed with Vybz Kartel.
And not in a "OMG he is like sooooo hot!" kind of way (actually imagining my co-worker even saying that is funnier than this post will likely be)
If you're saying "Who the hell is Vybz Kartel?" well you're not alone. Until about two weeks ago I too was blissfully ignorant of his very existance.
Vybz Kartel is a Jamaican dancehall artiste' (and if you dont know what dancehall is, google it)
I could tell you about his many children by different momma's, or the multiple counts of murder he's facing (so many that each week when he goes to a bail hearing, they have to postpone it until next weeks NEW murder charges are filed)
But what is really got the bee buzzing in her bonnet is that Vybz Kartel is apparently bleaching his skin with soap.
Blue soap...well blue soap is what he is admitting to, but come the hell on. If soap were all it took to bleach your skin why the hell isn't everyone slowly getting paler? I mean one would reason, the more baths you take the lighter you would get so all these little old white men scuttling about playing shuffleboard really used to be Djaimon Hounsou?
Umm we're calling bullshit. bull to the shit.
He's taking pills. And he looks like deep fried crap that's covered in ashes...so I suppose we can add ridiculously oblivious to the list (or maybe he's a vampire and CANT see his reflection and therefor cant see how stupid he looks)
But what she really wants is to find someone black as night to start taking these things for us so we can chart the difference.
FINDING a real live human being that we know who is
1. blue black
2. willing to take these pills
3. Willing to PAY for the pills (hey we're interested by we arent funding this experiment)
4. willing to let us study him like a chia pet while he's taking the pills..
Well it's not proving so easy.
I being on the whiter shade of pale am not much help.
She, while black apparently isnt aquainted with anyone black enough who is willing to bleach themselves for our amusement/enjoyment/lets pretend it's an education (gee I wonder why?)
Nontheless...she is obsessed. So I get to listen to Dancehall music and look at pictures of his zombi-fied self throughout the day.
Ohhhhh yeaahhhh...so how have you been spending the year and half we've been apart?
And not in a "OMG he is like sooooo hot!" kind of way (actually imagining my co-worker even saying that is funnier than this post will likely be)
If you're saying "Who the hell is Vybz Kartel?" well you're not alone. Until about two weeks ago I too was blissfully ignorant of his very existance.
Vybz Kartel is a Jamaican dancehall artiste' (and if you dont know what dancehall is, google it)
I could tell you about his many children by different momma's, or the multiple counts of murder he's facing (so many that each week when he goes to a bail hearing, they have to postpone it until next weeks NEW murder charges are filed)
But what is really got the bee buzzing in her bonnet is that Vybz Kartel is apparently bleaching his skin with soap.
Blue soap...well blue soap is what he is admitting to, but come the hell on. If soap were all it took to bleach your skin why the hell isn't everyone slowly getting paler? I mean one would reason, the more baths you take the lighter you would get so all these little old white men scuttling about playing shuffleboard really used to be Djaimon Hounsou?
Umm we're calling bullshit. bull to the shit.
He's taking pills. And he looks like deep fried crap that's covered in ashes...so I suppose we can add ridiculously oblivious to the list (or maybe he's a vampire and CANT see his reflection and therefor cant see how stupid he looks)
But what she really wants is to find someone black as night to start taking these things for us so we can chart the difference.
FINDING a real live human being that we know who is
1. blue black
2. willing to take these pills
3. Willing to PAY for the pills (hey we're interested by we arent funding this experiment)
4. willing to let us study him like a chia pet while he's taking the pills..
Well it's not proving so easy.
I being on the whiter shade of pale am not much help.
She, while black apparently isnt aquainted with anyone black enough who is willing to bleach themselves for our amusement/enjoyment/lets pretend it's an education (gee I wonder why?)
Nontheless...she is obsessed. So I get to listen to Dancehall music and look at pictures of his zombi-fied self throughout the day.
Ohhhhh yeaahhhh...so how have you been spending the year and half we've been apart?
Monday, June 28, 2010
Ok, so not so soon
Ugh. How is it life just manages to run away on me?
The wedding is in twelve weeks! How the hell did that happen?
Chris and I went to the gym yesterday, and I am thrilled to report I made it 15 friggin minutes on the Elliptical on Random without puking.
WIN!
My arms are stiff as hell today though, so I've been doing some periodic stretching during the day.
Hope everyone is doing fantastic..!
The wedding is in twelve weeks! How the hell did that happen?
Chris and I went to the gym yesterday, and I am thrilled to report I made it 15 friggin minutes on the Elliptical on Random without puking.
WIN!
My arms are stiff as hell today though, so I've been doing some periodic stretching during the day.
Hope everyone is doing fantastic..!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I know I suck.
I'm sorry.
Between the horror of Brishell's Murder, the einsuing media storm, funeral and trying to help my friend gather the shreds of her life back together I have neglected you all.
Fear not I shall return soon.
Between the horror of Brishell's Murder, the einsuing media storm, funeral and trying to help my friend gather the shreds of her life back together I have neglected you all.
Fear not I shall return soon.
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