Miss C is in love.

God help us all.

Why did she have to fall into this pit of grief, sorrow and heartache...??!!

You are only four!!

Besides..I already had someone for you to marry...Aimee's Adorable Son...

Seems like there is a new boy in class. A cute lil' new boy. Seems like they both hit it off.

He's a bit younger....Miss C is regular Demi Moore(I need to stop letting her watch E! while I do my toenails)...and he is adorable...

From what the teacher has told me, they are very similar. They share similar interests and share some of their similiar disabilities.

As the teacher would put it: They are both very Picky-Smicky...they like everything nice and neat and clean...

Great...and Obsessive Compulsive Match made in Heaven..

Bring on the Paxil's.

They sit next to each other, they eat together, they play together, they hold hand and in the afternoons they sit and watch movies together. Inseperable.

This, is all new to me. You see, Miss C is not a very buddy buddy type of gal. Sure she sees kids and plays with them, but for the most part she rides solo or isn't really attatched to any child friend in particular.

Here's the shocker...it seems that during recess...Miss C was getting all obsessive with her new buddy...she wanted him to go play with her.

But New Buddy was getting an early women-need-to-chill syndrome. He didn't wanna play with her. He didn't even acknowledge her presence....

Typical Male Species...He went to go play with the boys...After all was said and done, and they were leaving recess he came back and tried to hold Miss C's hand..

Miss C wasn't having it.

That is my girl, well taught.

The teacher said, she couldn't help but laugh when she saw the scenario.

Miss C was pissed and she remained pissed for a while....until snack time came...then she opened her lunch box and shared her juice...

Everyone stared in awe, seeing Miss C actually share her Holy-Grail-Sacred-Snacks...

Then they trotted off to see a flick...

I just love it when love was so simple and uncomplicated...

Valentine's is sooo overrrated..

I dislike Valentine's...

I was in the Valentine Card Section the other day....(ironic, huh?) and did you know they have cards for Grandparents, mom's, nieces, pets..the whole f*cking enchillada??

I remmember when Valentine's was for lover's and couples only....

Now even the neighbor gets a Mon-Cherrie...

My pocket ain't having it...

The school usually picks out a boy and girl for King and Queen...which reminds me...offering a slight parenthesis...it was my official Blogaversarry this week!!!, anywhoot...and Miss C being the only girl is always Queen..

This year they've changed it up a bit...giving each parent like a Bingo Card...with stickers...you have to convince people to peel off a sticker and whatever is underneath, that is the donation they have to make...donations run from 15 cents to a dollar.

I think it's a waste of my time.
I don't have time to ask people for money.

Does the school know our economical crisis?
The few times I've asked for donations I have to give the whole puppy-dog-please-give-me-a-quarter-so-my-daughter-can-be-queen look...

I really could care less if my daughter was Queen or not...

but here they have me like an ass, carrying around my card round' town...

::sigh::

and I still have to buy a Valentine's present for True.

Yeah Yeah..I hate Valentines...but I get sucked up in the Vortex like the rest of you folk....
What to get a guy who is so difficult to buy stuff?
Clothes are like No-No territory.

He is pickier than me...color coordinating even his shoelaces...to an exact tee. Wearing nothing but ironed out T Shirts and clothes, every article of clothing in its place and nothing less...

When a man is pickier than me when it comes to clothes....I worry.
Man do I worry.

He needs slacks for formal events...and Formal shirts...
But dare I navigate the trecherous waters of the men's department..?

I'm a sucker so that means, probably.
Thank God for Gift Receipts...
If it don't fit..or he doesn't like it...he can take it back...
I really could care less...

::sigh::

I'm off..
I've got like 20 more stickers to peel off...

No...I haven't found a cure for Autism...

I still have mad scientists under the grip of my whip working on that in the shack of my backyard...

But, alas, it is the most beautiful day in my life...

I fit into a size 6 skinny leg pair of Jeans!!!!!!!!!!!


I've lost one whole pantsize...

Praise Jesus!!!

Do you know what that does to my self-esteem???
I didn't have to scream in the fitting room or kill the sales clerk...

I went into the horrid corridor of death aka the fitting room, with a size 8 and a size 6....


I decided to be a fool and try on the 6 first...and to my surprise...

::Gasp::
The fit...they fit good..no ass hanging out....they were even size 6 'short' which means I don't have to take them to the tailor to get them fixed...

The only downside...
I had to pay 60 bucks for them...

But alas, Gap...you are the man...and I'd pay any price for a good pair of jeans that will fit good....especially if it means I'm skinnier...

You know what that means?
I have to buy some new shoes to celebrate...

Now, ::ponders:: if only I can do something about reducing my boobs...

::scrapes bottom of purse for change::

Nope...that'll have to wait for now...

with my ass looking so good in new jeans no one will notice the mommy boobs...

::crosses fingers::

BITCHOLOGY


When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a
Bitch.

When I stand up for those I love,
They call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I won't
Compromise what's in my heart.
It means I live my life
MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and
Speak against it, I am defined as a
Bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.


It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.

I am outspoken,
Opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch,
So be it!!!
I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.


B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself

B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman

B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything

Today, we had to take a seminar at our office. Bare in mind I'm the only payroll employee, but the seminar was mandatory for the main contractors, the house employees and me.

::rolls eyes::

Now..I've never been a fan of seminars...and this was not the exception, but the idea of sitting for three hours on our most busy workday, Friday, and not doing anything was good enough to have me convinced. Not to mention the lunch afterwards...

The title: Emotional Intelligence and Partnership

Very quite appropiate for an office who's main leader has ADD, the second in charge likes to spend his time surfing and the secretary has a major personality disorder and shoe fetish.

The seminar was nothing out of the ordinary..and frankly it failed to impress me, like all other seminars.

The only interesting part was trying to prevent my toes from falling off due to frostbite...and the Emotional Intelligence Quiz.

My score: 40

Out of: 160

Suggestions to my score: Please read on the subject matter and get proffesional help.


LOL!!!

I don't understand I mean...one of the questions went something like this:

You're with a friend who happens to be driving and someone cuts her off in traffic, she gets angry and starts making a fuss, you :

a. Put on music to distract her
b. Start arguing alongside her to make her feel supported
c. Tell her a similar story that has happened to you and how you made it past the storm
d. or say: "F*ck it...nothing happened..!"

Of course the real answers slightly differ...

I picked B.

Of course I'd bitch right along side with her...

Parenthesis: my boss business partner has just walked in with his "hello my name is" sticker on his forehead...

I can conclude we've all learned valuable lessons with this seminar...

Like for instance...trying not to hang yourself in the bathroom with a shoelace because the lunch served was nothing you could eat due to your fast...

Or learning to avoid eye contact with a certain fellow who is sending you his: OOOh baby..your so hot..looks...without vomiting in his face..

Very Productive.
Very Productive indeed.

In other enlightening news, I have my show on Thursday..

Ask me how many times I've practiced ?
Ask me if I know what I'm gonna do? If I know the song?

Ask me.?

Yeah..that's the answer..

I'm screwed.

Welcome to my weekend.

Add a feverish toddler and served Chilled...

Enjoy!!!