Being an adult is noooooooo fun. I thought that while I was sitting in my class this evening. I've also decided that I am spending wayyyyyyyyyyy too much money. I mean way too much. So that's the story of being an adult: summer classes, taken in the evening AFTER a full day of work, spending money on BILLS and needing to"save," worrying about gas prices, watching your weight because lord knows metabolism goes pretty fast. BOO. Now I worry about things I never worried about before: getting wrinkles, buying a house, 401k. I worry about what will happen when my parents retire. It is NO fun being an adult.
Oh but it's fun being an adult. I get to decide what I want to eat, wear, buy, say, where I want to go, etc. I get to spend all my money on whatever I want! Cars, Clothes, Shoes, Movies, my dog, my friends, trips to baltimore, new york, oklahoma, nashville, montreal, hawaii, etc. I can go and do whatever I want, whenever I want and I don't have to ask anyone! I can smoke, drink and cuss until my heart is content.
Not that I do, but I can. :)
So in conclusion, being an adult is a love/hate relationship. I have to do the dishes, but I can have ice cream for breakfast. I have to pay rent...on time, but I have a dog and noone ever bitched me out for it.
So while I'm stuck in summer school, it is also true that it is my own fault. I am an adult, and I chose to take classes during the summer...
but it still sucks balls.
For some reason I'm homesick this evening. Whenever I'm homesick I like to put on some country music and wish I were sitting in my backyard, looking out over the rolling Oklahoma hills. On a clear summer night in Oklahoma you can see every star in the sky. It's always a little windy, a little muggy and very quiet. When spring transitions into summer I usually get a little homesick, so that's why. Anyway, I miss the fresh air and the beautiful sunset. I miss ice tea and lemon coolers and hanging with my family. Homegrown tomatoes. Freshly picked strawberries and apples.
Mowing the yard....FOR HOURS haha jk
Anyway, that's what I'm thinking. I kind of want to see my grandma and my dad. I thought about buying tickets to go home in a few weeks, but I went home like half a dozen times last year. This year I'm trying to limit myself to three times. Once Earlier this year, once Christmas and I'll probably go in like September. Maybe October for my dad's b-day. We'll see.
Sometimes it amazes me how dumb I can be. For instance, for days I thought that my universal remote was no longer working on my DVD player. DAYS. I kept pressing the button and pressing and for days I would just get up and walk over to the DVD player and turn my dvd on manually. I was upset because I couldn't get to the bonus features on my workout video, which is where the great abs workout is. Today, I was about to start my workout video and I was getting all ticked off about the remote so i just started pushing buttons and then the video turned off. What the heck. So I carefully looked at the remote and tried to turn the dvd player back on and it came back on and that's when I realized that all this time I had been hitting "VCR" instead of "DVD" wah wah wah. I mean every day for like three days I would carefully look at the remote and wonder why it wasn't working, but only on the dvd player. I thought "that's strange that it deprogrammed itself." I even changed the battery and everything.
Stupid.
Anyway, I got a new job and I'm pleased. I enjoy my coworkers much more than previously and there's actually work to do. I no longer sit on the internet all day, I don't even have access! It's kind of nice, but it means less blogs because by the time I get home I forget what I would've written a blog about anyways. I bought some new bathing suits and they're...not bad. I wouldn't wear them out in public until I lose another 10 or so pounds, but when I tried them on I thought "I don't look as bad as I let myself believe." So that's something. So, knowing that I don't have TOO far to go, I'll keep them nearby so that I can motivate myself to do well.
Hurray!
I'm so sick of the news. Let's blame the whole world for our problems, shall we. Take for instance this article. The family of a girl who was raped wants to sue myspace claiming that myspace didn't protect their daughter. Well, it's not the job of a website to protect your children. Parents are responsible for raising and protecting their children, not websites. The case was dismissed, obviously, but the parents are appealing. Sigh. They should just make it illegal for all people under the age of 17 to be on the internet. I mean, if that's what it's come down to. Up until this generation kids didn't really have the internet until they were 15 ish anyways. It's the parents who should be regulating what goes on with the computers in their houses, not the websites themselves.
And don't even get me started on the woman who is suing the other woman because that woman posed as a 16 year old boy on myspace and then said mean things to her daughter and her daughter subsequently killed herself (google "Myspace hoax"). It's an ourtrage. Her 13 year old daughter A) shouldn't have had a myspace (you're supposed to be 14) and B) should have been in formal counseling (not like once a week for an hour, i'm talking more like britney spears style locked up for a couple of weeks) because they knew she was suicidal (The mom said "I wanted to say 'no' (in regards to the girl approving the boy as a myspace friend), but I was afraid of what would happen if I did" In other words " i wanted to set rules for my daughter but i was afraid she would commit suicide so i let her do whatever she wanted"). Big boo. There's a lot to that story and if i get anymore going this blog will be like six more paragraphs long. It's a shame that people can be sued for anything now days. Anyway, I'd better get off this thing before someone reads this and sues me. But seriously, people take myspace too seriously (I have been guilty of it in the past, I know). Sign out and walk away from the computer. It's interesting to see what your friends are up to, but...enough is enough.
Okay, so probably my opinion differs from a lot of peoples, but it's my blog haha. The basis of my blog is expressing my opinion.
So anyway, I read this article and it really pissed me off. Basically, it says that this little boy, 5, was talking up a storm in class and they were all playing with tape and the kid was smarting off to his teacher and so finally the teacher said something like "would you like me to put that tape over your mouth since you can't be quiet" and the kid responded with "Do it then." So the teacher did and the kid told his parents and the parents are now in an outrage. The whole story is outrageous. If I had disrespected my teacher like that my parents would have kicked my ass. Now days people just let their children say and do whatever they want to whomever they want and expect there to be zero repercussions. I mean seriously. The teacher probably should've sent the kid to the principals office, but parents need to learn that they have to try to understand where these teachers are coming from. Nobody sides with the teachers. Nobody. How difficult must it be to be a teacher in a society where everyone thinks their children are perfect? Probably really freaking difficult. Little back talking punk brats running around being rude and disrespectful, disrupting class and the parents all say "not my child." They just baby their kids and tell them how they don't deserve to be punished or anything. They make excuses "he's just a child." Being a child is like on the job training. It doesn't mean that you get away with everything it means that it is a learning experience and you are supposed to be teaching these children how to properly behave, how to interact with people, etc. Not making excuses for them nonstop. They parents are claiming the child has asthma and he said he couldn't breathe for a moment. I'm sorry, but I have no sympathy for this little kid. He challenged that teacher. Perhaps his inability to breathe was partly from running his mouth the entire time. Did the child end up scarred for life? no. Did he end up learning a lesson? yes, and that lesson was, I can do whatever I want because mommy and daddy will take my side. Now those parents are trying to get the teacher fired. Go figure. Some responsible adult is about to lose his job because these parents want to let their kid get away with murder before anyone steps in. When I was growing up, oh lord have mercy on my backside if I ever back talked my teachers. And if you know me, you know that I learned that lesson. My mother would always say "You go in there and keep your mouth shut and say 'yes, ma'am, no ma'am, yes sir, no sir' Do you understand me?!" haha There were many times I felt justified in talking back to my teacher, but my parents didn't take my side. They understood that those teachers had a job to do and it was difficult enough without some brat trying to attract attention to themselves and being disruptive. These parents now days don't want to do parent teacher conferences, they don't care if their kid is misbehaved, they just want to drop the kids off and not worry about them until they have to pick them up again, but these teachers make next to nothing and parents expect them to practically babysit their kids. Give them all trophies and don't correct their bad behavior, that makes for a good society. Ugh! It's very unfortunate. I guess it just kills me because it's not like this teacher hit the kid or was physically abusive and he made a public apology to the child and the family and all that crap. I bet that kid didn't have to apologize for being a little prick.
**I should probably note that not all children are raised this way and that my opinion comes largely in part from the things I see every day (such as I saw an overweight 10 year old hit his mother in the face the other day at the grocery store because he wanted a certain cereal and she didn't want to buy it for him, and afterwards she just said "You're a brat" but didn't reprimand him in any way.), and I do take into consideration that many of my friends with children do a good job of raising them. So I don't necessarily mean to generalize improperly.
So I hate those emails that deliver a story as accurate in order to teach you a lesson, but if you do even the slightest bit of research you see that those stories are of zero accuracy at all and they're just...stupid stories meant to teach you a lesson.
For instance here's the one I read today:
"A lady in a faded gingham dress, and her husband dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walked timidly into the Harvard University President's outer office without an appointment.
The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard, and thought they probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.
"We want to see the president," the man said softly.
"He'll be busy all day," said the secretary.
"We'll wait," the lady politely replied.
For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and leave. When they didn't, the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president.
"Maybe if you see them for just a few minutes, they will leave," she whispered.
"Someone of my importance obviously doesn't have time to spend with folks like this, but I sure don't want gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up my outer office." The president, stern faced and with absolute dignity, strutted toward the couple.
The lady spoke to him. "We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him somewhere on campus."
The president was not moved.
"Madam," he said, "We can't put up a satue for every person who attended Harard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery."
"Oh no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard."
The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard!"
Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford then got up and walked away, traveling to Palo alto, CA where they established the university that now bears their name - Stanford University - a memorial to their son that Harvard no longer cared about.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing.
Treat everyone the same.
A true story - by Malcolm Forbes."
Really? True Story huh? Actually that's not true at all! The namesake for Stanford was indeed the son of Leland Stanfod and he died when he was 16. I don't think he ever went to college.
It's just irritating that people pass these things on. Like the Barack Obama emails that say things like he refuses to say the pledge of allegiance or he won't swear on the bible or whatever. They're STOOPID. I mean, do you really think that a man who has gotten this far politically has done it while refusing to face the flag during the national anthem? I doubt it. Ignorance breeds ignorance.
I say don't be polite to people because they might go off and build a competing ivy league college (who cares about that anyway?). Be nice because it's the nice thing to do. I always get the Jesus emails too. I don't think that Jesus is going to answer all my prayers because I forwarded his emails. He didn't answer my prayers when I was actively being involved in the Christian community, I doubt he's going to do it now because I passed along a Jesus story.
I'm just sayin'.
I was reading the article about Jenna Bush getting married and it made me smirk. George Bush is just some regular guy who managed to get a gig as the president of the country. It's kind of amazing to me, and very hilarious! I feel like he could've been my uncle or neighbor who would probably sit out on the patio and shoot the shit with my dad while having some bbq and a couple of budwisers and somehow never lost sight of those childhood dreams of "what do you want to be when you grow up" President of the United States. I picture him sitting there, a pork rib in one hand, beer in the other, a little bit of sauce on his cheek, beer stain on his shirt, staring out over the horizon, looking at the sunset and saying it out loud. "I'm gonna be President" and oh how the family laughs! And somewhere, someone who knows him is like "ANYTHING can happen...apparently."
Anyway, the article says when Jenna Bush's fiance asked George Bush for his approval he said:
When Hager said "I want to marry your daughter," Bush said he replied "Done deal."
Then the article goes on about how his approval rating is low low low, and President Bush jokes around about it:
With just nine months left and his popularity sliding, Bush jokes
that GOP presidential candidate Sen. John McCain isn't the only one who
wants to distance himself from him. "Jenna is moving out, too," Bush says.
Oh Uncle George! You're so SILLY! I know, I know, The man was a terrible president, but I can't help but like him.
Maybe there really IS something wrong with me.
The hawaii trip was a blast! The weather was nice so we did a lot of outdoor stuff. I wanted to go parasailing or shark diving, but Brett wasn't up for much adventure (apparently he'd been parasailing in high school and didn't feel the need to relive it). I didn't mind much anyway since all of that was super expensive. So we hiked up the mountains and hung out on the beach. We had plenty of pina coladas and lava flows (pina colada with strawberry stuff mixed in), we ate at a couple of good restaurants, had some fish tacos and just hung out. It was a good time. I managed to get a pretty great tan and Brett managed to get a pretty good burn.
I took a TON of pictures. Pictures at the beach, on the mountains we hiked up, pictures at the luau and so on. If you want to look at them and you don't have my ringo account, click here. If I don't know you, don't click :) haha. (once you get in click on the aloha! hawaii file thing)
I'm still exhausted and struggling to get back into my normal routine. It's tough returning from paradise.
Dear All of San Antonio,
Please learn how to drive faster than 40 mph on the major highways in this city.
Or Else.
Thanks for your cooperation,
Jennifer
(can someone please translate this into spanish for me?)
I checked the mail this morning on my way out the door and lucky for me my new magazine came in! That's outstanding because I'll be on an 8 hour flight to Honolulu tomorrow. There was also a note from the postman that read "You have packages in the apartment office. 3+1=5" I'm assuming that means we have five packages in the office, but I'm not sure since math is obviously not this guys best skill.
I'm very excited about my trip. I'm getting more excited because the weather has been so horrible here. It's so muggy. I hate it.
