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I never would have guessed that many of you shared my quirks. It is so nice to know I’m in the company of fellow freaks. No offense.
Aside from that I have been buried in snow, final papers, toddler hell, Christmas cookie dough (I. Do. Not. Bake. Hubby was the busy baker this weekend) and…. yes… laundry. Still.
While I don’t have pictures of my final papers, toddler tantrums or the cookie dough, I DO have pictures of the snow.
A shot of me in my fab pink boots and my favorite pajama pants while letting the dog out. I. Love. Snow.
Murray Von Furryberg bounding through the fluffy white stuff. Did I mention that I. Love. Snow? Cuz I do. I really really do. I want more. A lot more.
Since I don’t quiet have anything interesting to write about this post will probably end up being a hodge podge of nothing.
DramaBoy is obsessed with the movie Polar Express. I didn’t like it when I first saw it. The animation creeped me out and I didn’t get it. Now, I like it and I get it. But it’s still not a favorite of mine. However, since it has to do with a train, DramaBoy is fascinated. So is Monster. The movie has been playing almost nonstop for a week. Yeah, my kids watch t.v. Go ahead, call the AAP or the APA or whatever organization the snobby kid doctors belong to.
I have been drinking a lot of wine lately. I am pretty sure ya’ll can figure that one out. In fact, I’ll probably have more tonight in order to celebrate a nice break from school and the kids going to be early… very early.
Hub’s Christmas party for his company is on Thursday at the W Hotel downtown. I look forward to this every year only because it is the only time of year that I get to get dressed up and head downtown and enjoy fun, adult conversation. Hub’s jokes and tells everyone that it is my social event of the year. Well, sadly, it’s true. The party is actually quite lame, but it’s downtown, at a posh hotel and I get to wear a nice new dress and act like I have class and grace. It’s so fun to pretend. This year, we just might even get a picture of us!
I cannot wait to take down our Christmas decorations and get my house back to normal. Seriously. 12/26 cannot come fast enough. I dislike decorating so early and then having to deal with the decorations for a whole month. I would rather decorate in mid-December and take them down the day after Christmas. I just get sick of it all after awhile. I would rather enjoy the season and the family time than look at garland and clutter for a month.
Call me a Scrooge, I don’t care. However, I LOVE Christmas and cannot wait until Christmas morning this year. My boys are finally old enough to get it, sort of, and I am dying to have them open their presents only because this year they are old enough to get excited and enjoy it.
I still haven’t gotten my Christmas cards out, but I’m going to get them all ready tonight and mail them tomorrow. We are finally receiving a bunch of cards now, too, so maybe everyone was running late this year.
Did I tell you that I love snow?
I can’t think of anything else at the moment as my thoughts are clouded by the many chores I have to do that I probably won’t get done because I’ll be doing things like prying things out of Murray Von Furryberg’s mouth, screaming “GET DOWN!”, “SETTLE DOWN!”, “GET OUT OF THERE!”, “YOU DON’T NEED ANY THING ELSE TO EAT! DO YOU HAVE A TAPEWORM OR SOMETHING?”, “STOP FEEDING THE DOG!” and probably spending more time doing damage control than chores.
This post sucks… no, it royally sucks and the title doesn’t even match the crap I wrote about. I guess I’m fried from churning out two 2,200 word papers in 24 hours.
A DramaBoy-ism from last night.
DB - “Mama, I need to go to the doctors.”
Me – “Why buddy?”
DB – (doesn’t understand the question “Why” yet) “I need to go to the doctors.”
Me - “I know you said you need to go buddy but why? Are you sick? Do you have an owie?”
DB – “No, I need a haircut.”
Me - (uncontrollable laughter)
There are two reasons that this was so hysterically funny that it almost caused a lack of bladder function.
Reason #1 – I’m his mother and he could say “Hi mama” and I would laugh.
Reason #2 – The wine.
If I was a gambling woman I would bet it was the wine. However, it is still damn funny today and I am sober.
Now, onto Monster.
Does anyone know a good doctor whom is experienced in removing 22-month old, whiney boys from their mothers asses? I already gave birth to the boy and it’s as if he has been put back in. My ass is already big enough, I don’t need an extra 27 pounds hanging off of it, every minute of every hour of every motha-freakin’ day.
And lastly, do not forget to read this and help a girl out. I am already getting some great replies but I’m greedy and want more. A lot more. I know some of you are all like “pshaw, she doesn’t visit my blog and comment so, like, why would I leave her a comment!” and then I would be all like “oh grow up! this is so not junior high!” and then you would be all “chill bitch! it’s totally true! if you want to be in our clique you have to commit!” and then I would be all “well, I’m totally a busy diva! It’s not personal and, like, I try to visit my peeps!” and then you would be like “well, try harder bitch!” and then I would be all “well, if it means that I would get to be friends with the popular peeps, then yeah, I’m totally down with it. My bad.”
Ah salama lakum
This post is a call for some assistance. I’m writing my next college paper on the environment and the cost of changing policy to benefit the planet versus the cost of doing nothing. I am going to be analyzing companies to see which ones have implemented strategies to recycle and conserve energy and determine if they are less or more profitable or if they have noticed a benefit from the new strategies or if the companies have seen negative impacts. My point is to prove that implementing simple things like recycling programs, energy conservation and getting the employees involved in volunteer efforts in their region will not only help the planet but will create knowledge and initiative within the employees to implement their own practices at home. Soon, this attitude will spread worldwide and future generations have a better chance of living on a healthier planet. The idea is that conservation efforts do not have to be expensive… they just have to be expansive.
Take a breath…..
Therefore, I need some input. Since I am not sure which companies in the U.S. or abroad have started implementing changes in the way they conduct business in order to be more eco-friendly I am wondering if any of you have some examples you could provide me. Examples will then give me a better direction in my research. At this point I am henpecking prominent companies to see if their websites have an sections on environmentally friendly practices.
1. Do any of you work for large companies that have or have not created
eco-friendly strategies?
- a. If not, is the company in denial or are they worried about the economic
- impact it will have on their bottom line?
- b. If you work for a company that has made changes have you seen positive
- impacts?
- 1. Has the company become less or more profitable?
- 2. Would you believe that this sets a great example for the employees and neighboring companies to make their own changes?
Consider this a mass interview for the blog world. I need any and ALL input from people in order to get some facts and data for my paper. I am not sure how I can repay all of you for your help, but I’ll come up with something. This means lurkers, first-timers, old-timers, regulars… EVERYONE! Speak up… help a struggling college student out!
Someone stop me! I am pretty much convinced that everyone in my classes hate me, although there has not been any substantiating evidence of this.
I have read back through some of my discussion question answers and it’s quite obvious that am a huge suck up and I’m sure major eye-rolling is elicited from my classmates. It’s sad. No, wait. It’s pathetic.
Honestly, that is not my intention. Really. I swear. It is just quite apparent to me now that I probably come across as a snobby, do-gooding, over-achiever.
I was never an over-achiever in high school. My GPA will attest to that. For some reason college life has just brought this strange personality trait out of me.
See, I am actually learning things in my writing class. This means that I am applying them to my daily writing and that includes menial replies to discussion questions. I have tuned into what the instructor is looking for and I am purposely trying to shine so that he thinks I’m smart. Okay, in saying that I guess it IS my intention to suck up. Good gawd.
I have solid A’s in both classes and, get this people…. I got a 90 out of 90 points on my rough draft essay for my writing class! That is 100% for all you math geniuses out there. He said I just had to fix a couple of minor errors and I was pretty much set! THAT WAS MY ROUGH DRAFT PEOPLE! It was written in about 8 hours spread over a few days including time spent finishing the essay in an airport restaurant! How freaking awesome is that! So, if I don’t get a 100% on my final draft I’ll hang myself. Oh and my instructor also said, and I quote…
“One of the strongest, best worded introductions I have seen to date! WOW!”
You know damn well I printed 80 copies of that comment and plastered it all over my house.
But I digress. Just know that I am fully aware of my horrid bitchiness, over-achieving, do-gooder status and I don’t care. I’m paying for this damned education and I want to graduate with honors. I want to hear 20+ accolades after my name is announced and I start walking across that stage to receive my diploma…. Magna Cum Laude, Summa Cum Laude, Valedictorian, Honor Society, Best damn student in the entire United States and whatever else I can achieve. I want it all!
Two words…
“Leaky Roof”
Oh, and two more words….
“Identity Theft”
We are just rolling in the craptasticness called life!
It’s been pouring all night long… subsequently, all night long, I heard “drip… drip… drip…”
Yesterday, I found two charges on my account that were not mine. Someone used my debit card (which is in my possession) to make two purchases with US Cellular. However, the charges are still “pending” on my account so my bank can’t/won’t do anything about disputes until the charges clear and post to the account. Fuckers.
Someone either hacked my card number through the computer from a site I used to purchase something or they wrote it down when I gave it over the phone to place an order for something. It was only a matter of time that this happened. But, it sucks nonetheless when it does finally happen. Now, for the time being, we are out almost $500.
Lessons learned… precautions will now be taken. They should have been taken in the first place, but how else are you supposed to order flowers for someone who lives in Phoenix when you live in Chicago!? I didn’t order online because I wasn’t paying the huge delivery fees and I wanted a local florist to do my mom’s flowers. That’s just one example. Needless to say, no more of that. I will just figure out another way to do things and be more diligent with precautions. I can only blame myself but the fuckers who steal like this and think they can get away with spending other people’s money should get all the blame….. and that is merely putting how I really feel in very nice terms.
This isn’t some quality post but I’m pissed and irritated and really don’t feel like adding more stress to our overflowing plate!
Silver lining: I’m totally getting straight A’s in my classes… 100%. I’m so awesome.
My first college paper is lingering out there, waiting to be written, waiting to be graded and waiting to be framed and hung on the professor’s wall fame as the single greatest college paper he has ever had the privilege to read and grade.
I won’t settle for a B.
The topic I have chosen for this future masterpiece is “Controversial Television Advertising”.
I am in the process of brainstorming and pre-outlining. Spitballing, if you will. As part of my brainstorming I decided to interview others in an informal manner by simply asking the question, “What commercials have affected you in any way, negative or positive”.
I have a list of a few companies that have created ad campaigns that have made me stand up and take notice both negatively and positively. But, I would like to broaden my view with other commercials that I may not think of. The focus of my paper, at this point, is leaning towards the more subtle and understated ads we see daily that have a larger impact than we realize. I’m not necessarily looking for the obvious controversy within commercials that sell sex. Controversy comes in all shapes and sizes.
My thesis statement is coming together but I would like to get a wide range of ideas so I can begin narrowing down my intent and focus.
So, if you are reading this, please leave me a comment answering my question and anything else you might like to add that could help me with this paper. I’m not sure I can cite my blog and it’s comments in my bibliography or sources, but I will if allowed!
I’m on the verge of 5,000 visitors people. Look at the bottom of my sidebar. I ain’t lying. So what if 3,842 of those hits were me? It’s the number that counts! Naw, actually, I see my stats. I know ya’ll are coming to visit me. And, you know what? I love you for it. I really do. This doesn’t mean ya’ll are getting gifts or anything. You’ll just have to settle for a geeky girl living outside of Chicago writing your names on her notebooks and drawing little hearts around them.
I know 5,000 isn’t a lot, but I have only had that meter on my site since the beginning of the year. I can’t remember the exact date. So, yeah, I’m a tad excited. My page views are already over 5,000 but this number tracks just singular hits.
Moving on ~~~~~
Yesterday was my first day of class. I posted my bio and read the ones posted by the other classmates. I seemed to be the only one commenting them though. No one else was doing it. Losers. One of my professors liked my bio and said he enjoyed reading it – (even though in hindsight I totally regret parts of it now) – score one for me! But my other professor commented on every other bio in the class except mine? Hello! Dammit. Great, he thinks I’m a creep already!
Well, I showed him! I was the first one to post our very first assignment last night, which is due today! Take take that suckah! I’ll be his teachers pet… just wait.
Am I starting to look familiar? 
Moving on again ~~~~~~
I made a few changes to the “More On Angel” in my sidebar. I deleted my 100 things list, because it sucked. I re-wrote my “More About Me” page and I’m trying to think of some other ideas to add to it. I’m open to ideas. So, go ahead… love me. You know you want to.
And finally ~~~~~~
I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy so I wanted to shout out my love to all my peeps. Ya’ll rawk!
In 6 days, I. Start. College.
My very first assignment is actually more like a pseudo-assignment. I simply have to write an autobiography that must be posted to the class’ message board on Monday. How easy can it get!? I write a fucking blog for cripes sake! That is as narcissistic as it gets!
I open up a Word document and start typing. Words are flowing from my fingertips and soon my autobiography is done.
But, I’m scared.
I. Write. A. Blog. A blog that millions tens of people read every day! There are even people overseas (Yo Shionge!) that read this. So, what the hell is the big deal about posting a simple tale about me to a classroom message board? I don’t know. I’m nuts. The people that will be reading this are just my classmates and professor. It’s not even a graded assignment. But, I’m still a tad fearful. What if they don’t like me? I’m lovable right? I realize I’m not 21 and hip, I don’t have a job and I have given birth, but really! I’m cool! I swear!
Well, below is what I came up with…. it’s being proofread by my uber-bestest friend right now… she’ll tell me whether it’s lame or not. She doesn’t know this but she’ll be proofreading ALL my college assignments because she is that honest and really knocks me down some notches when I need it. I love her.
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Since I’m narcissistic and maintain a blog, this autobiography is going to be an easy task. However, the ease of writing this will only emulate the utter prosaicness of my life.
I am 31 years old and fully expect to be the oldest one here. I’m ok with this.
I am a stay at home mother so being able to attend college in my underwear pajamas is unbelievably gratifying. I have two small boys that will be running circles around my house while I’m trying to complete assignments and retain the information presented. My older son will be 3 at the end of May and my younger son is 18 months. They are every bit of a handful as it may sound. And, in case you are thinking it, let me clear a few things up. Yes, sometimes I do stay in my pajamas all day. No, I do not eat bon-bons while watching All My Children (I’m a Days girl). And yes, I do have playdates, frequent Wal-Mart and drive an SUV…. NOT a minivan.
I have been married for over 3 years (our 4th anniversary is at the end of June) and live in the suburbs of Chicago. I moved to Chicago from Arizona in February of 2002. Ironically, I quit my job as a financial aid counselor at the University of Phoenix to move up here. I gave up my family, friends and a great job to move to a new place, all in the name of love. It was a regular Hallmark movie moment.
Now, here I am, a married mother of two boys, attending college through the miracle of technology and plan to work towards my Associates degree, then obtain my Bachelor’s degree. After I graduate and the Wizard gives me that piece of paper that says I really do have a brain, I plan to attend classes to become a paralegal. My ultimate goal is to work for a law firm that strictly handles corporate law cases, because corporate law won’t make me cry, ill or give me nightmares.
This is my first step.
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So, will that do? I was told it needs to be a few paragraphs so the length is actually ok. I just might rely on my blogger friends to carry me through this whole college thing. There might even be opportunities to make money if any of you would like to do my assignments or write my papers… but I’m not making promises.
**NOTE! I AM THIRTY ONE! 3 – 1! If it looks like 37 on your computer screen, PLEASE tell me! I am not 37.
You are looking at the newest college student. That’s right, Drama is gonna get smart.
I realize that I don’t look the part. I mean I’m not hot, under 21 and oozing with sexual energy or, on the contrary, blushing with virginity. I have two kids and a big ass to prove it. But, these days, people like me are redefining college students. It’s no longer all about hot coeds, frat parties and attending classes with a hangover.
That was the old college experience.
Nowadays you can attend class in your underwear (actually that probably happened in the old days too), pick your nose, make a snack, yell at your kids and fart during class and no one will even notice. Does it really get any better than that? I’m not sure that it does.
On April 9th I join the land of higher learning via my DDoH (Dell Desktop of Happiness). I’ll be attending the University of Phoenix and working for my AAB degree. Once that is done (in about 12-14 months) I will roll right into my Bachelor’s degree. My ultimate plan is to get my BA degree and then get my paralegal certificate. Once it’s all completed I’ll probably be ready to rejoin the workforce since both kids will probably be in school by then.
But, I’m married, 31, have two kids and attending school online won’t allow me to experience the true college life that involves heavy drinking, random sex, smelly professors, some potential hazing and frequent nakedness. I can’t help but feel a bit empty inside about that.
So, it’s up to me to spice the online college world up a bit. I’m thinking about pioneering some old fashioned college adventures with a new technological twist…. webcam orgies, virtual keggers and chat room sororities. Nothing would beat being naked in your home drinking from a beer bong while your sorority sisters cheer you on from the chat room typing things like “LOL! She’s so wasted! Brb, gotta pee.”
Ok, so my husband might frown upon that, especially if he saw some naked frat guy on my screen passed out on his computer desk.
On second thought, maybe I should scratch those ideas and just concentrate on gettin’ some smarts.
Student loans will add up, but for the first time in my life I actually feel like I’m staring down a fairly short road and the prize at the end is a big old Bachelor’s degree and a lot of open doors with dollar signs behind them. Now ain’t that a pretty picture.
*Update – Hubs just told me he would buy me a six pack and make me my very own beer bong in honor of my first class!! Can’t ask for a better hubby than that ladies.
