♪ The camera’s always rolling ♫♪
A few things:
1. The BP incident is crap. It’s pathetic to think that there were no measures in place to ensure something like this would never happen. Honestly, they need to go out of business or something because they are obviously not fit to run something as critical and dangerous as oil drilling. I mean, are there not protocols or anything in place to avoid situations like this? Why aren’t they gov’t regulated? Overlooking the fact that 11 of their own workers were killed (AND NEVER FOUND!!!) we now have a global crisis on our hand. And I say we, because even though I have never even heard of them before in my life, my future, and my kid’s future and maybe even my kid’s kids futures are probably going to me messed up because of this. Plus, I love seafood! The prices are now going to sky rocket, if there are even any species still left to eat!
2. Why is there always some sort of drama going on? I like the simple life, I do. I like having a carefree life (which is difficult with adulthood, I understand, but as close to it as I can get is great). I like having clear skin (well as clear as I can get). I like not having to care and worry about what people think or expect from me. I WANT TO BE ME. I think that my nonchalant attitude stems from when I got pregnant. My parents were so busy worried about what everyone thought, they were stressed beyond belief. My Mom actually told me that if my Dad were to get into an accident (he drives for his profession) it would be my fault because I put all this extra stress on him. I’m sure it had something to do with the fact that there youngest daughter, who hadn’t finished school yet, was now pregnant by a boy (yes, a boy) who didn’t have a job and hadn’t finished school. But I think the whole out of wedlock thing was a big contributor as well……..There were some family members that stopped talking to us, some who refused to let their kids talk to me and even some who convinced my mother that I should have an abortion. Since then, I have a total disregard of anyone opinions or ideas unless I asked for it. And even then, sometimes it was just to humour me; I could really care less about what they had to say. I just smile and nod.
I digress though. My parents are now dealing with some really close family friends (they went as far as to say the wife was close to my Mom like a daughter, and the husband was as close to my Dad as a brother) who have now stopped talking to my parents. It unfortunate, because they were that close. My Dad doesn’t know the whole extent of the situation, hell; I don’t even know the whole extent of the situation. All I know is that they have stopped inviting us out with them and are treating us like 2nd class friends. Personally, the only part that really bothers me (other than my parents being upset over it) is that Babygirl was really good friends with their son and now she probably won’t be able to play with him anymore.
3. Does anyone know how in tarnation to make a cardboard car????? Babygirl has a project where she needs to construct a car that rolls on wheels. Seems easy enough right?? Well, you’re wrong!!! We’ve tried with paper towel rolls and Kleenex boxes and even lids from drinks. She is on the verge of getting a C- if she can’t get this thing to roll. I’ve tried googling the answer and I don’t know how they came up with these ideas, but we’ve tried them and they don’t roll. Do I look like an engineer?? I’m a CSR for crying out loud, I can explain how to use excel. We have one more day to figure it out. Hoo boy, I hope we get it right!
4. Neekee and I have decided to never, ever go to a specific club ever again. Ever.
That is all.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
I know I’m a little late on the whole Mother’s Day Thing. So Happy Mothers Day to those who are doing a kick ass job, because, in short, you rock!!
However, with that being said, I don’t think that Mother’s Day should be a recognised day, if you will. I think it’s redundant to think you should be praised for doing something that you should be doing regardless. Is there a “Happy Breathing Day” at hallmark? How about a “Congratulations, you ate!!” card. Nope. I think when you take on the responsibility to be a parent that should be what you are all about. You should not be praised for doing something that you agreed to do anyways. You do not need an incentive to be a better parent. Your child progressing and growing is reward enough.
Yes, it’s true that without Mother’s that none of us would be possible and they helped mould us be what we are, but honestly a hug and kiss and “I love you” and “I appreciate you” every now and then goes a long way. Baby Girl actually said that she would not get me anymore presents and instead her gift everyday to me would be her love. It kind of put things in perspective for me; it’s actually all I need from her.
I actually think that Mother’s Day and Father’s Day should act as a slap in the face to the absentee parents. It’s kind of like; see you’re not here, so you don’t get the reward. It must suck to be you because, yes, my nights have been littered with sleepless, feverish nights and I have had bodily fluids spew from every possible hole in the human membrane come at me one way or another, and I have endured pain (physical, mental, and emotional) and sorrow at the hands at the one whom I love the most, but I would not change it or have it any other way. Because those evenings that I cannot go out and ‘hang out with my friends’, instead, I stay home and do homework, watch movies and play board games. Because I haven’t bought clothes for myself in close to 8 years, but instead my daughter rocks sparkles and gems and tiaras and pink and purple and flowery everything. Because I don’t get to eat out and have sushi or steak nearly anywhere as much as I would like too and instead eat everything with ketchup and alphabaghettios and go to McDonalds for the “girl toy”.
Yup, it must suck to be you.
So Happy Mother’s Day today, tomorrow and everyday after for those Mothers that make the world a better place to be in.