Lacking a Mothers Intuition

Behind her the noise escalated as she slowly closed the front door. She tried to sneak in, but they were waiting for her, what sounded like a herd of animals ran up behind her. The 3 of them stood there jumping up and down for attention, crying, and yelling seemingly all at the same time. She couldn’t deal with this again today, she comes home to this every day, and the story is always the same.

“After the day I’ve had, you’d think these kids would give me 5 minutes of peace to just recover from my day,” she thought.

The girl was crying the most, she could barely breath. Forcing out a few words in between the desperate gasps for air, “But.. Daddy.. Hit… Me..” and then she was crying so hard the words were no longer clear.

She couldn’t help but think how much she’d like to smack them all right now, they are always over exaggerating.

“You probably deserved it.” She climbed over the girl who was now crying harder. “Stop crying before I give you something to cry about, ” she yelled as she climbed up the stairs to change out of her work clothes and try and get a minute to herself.

By the time she had changed and poured herself a drink, she didn't hear anymore crying, just the normal fighting of boys, who had easily gotten over the events of earlier that day. She never noticed that the girl was changed forever that day, all she noticed, was that she was quiet, finally.

10 Rules I've Broken

Oh Blog, I’ve missed you.
It seems that I haven’t had much to say lately…I don’t want to sit and talk about pending court cases, and now I have a whole separate blog to talk about my surgery. I have little to talk about besides the fact that I’m doing really well. I’m really happy, most of the time, I’m dealing with a few things but I’ve talked about them to much, and I’m dealing with them, so there is no point in further discussion. So I know this is corny, but I needed something different. I'm working on expanding my blog topics, bare with me...

1. Stolen a car
2. broken into a mini-mart
3. skipped school
4. ran a red light
5. drove over the speed limit
6. cheated on a test
7. hit my brothers
8. Secretly gotten married
9. Secretly gotten tattooed
10. Kissed a girl?

I started to run out of ideas at about #2, but I pulled through with some good stuff, any broken rules I've missed? or even better, can you top me?

Pool Party Pandemonium

So we've had a handful of pool parties this summer, they have been a lot of fun. I honestly at this point couldn't tell you what happened at which party, because they have all blurred together in a sense.

At one party, Jim actually came, which was a pleasant surprise, so did a lot of rather random people. Chris came, because he was trying to sleep with Lauren. The whole Travia band came with Andrew. Meghan actually came too! Cristin gave a toast to Carol and he man getting married (one day, because we decided they were perfect for each other) which was rather embarrassing, but very entertaining. We poured out some booze for our homies who pasted away....No one got naked, and Ali and Meghan slept over, followed by a morning trip to the Cracker Barrel, because they were the only thing that was actually open on the forth of July.

There of course was the night of the Wet Whistle. Alexis, Cristin, Ali and I were out having a few cocktails, it had been a rather long week, at least for me. We were sitting around and told Paul that he should come by and visit us, to stop bullshitting because we hadn't seen him in so long. So Paul finally comes to the bar, and brings his tall stacked friend Austin. Who else do we run into at the bar but Jack and his girlfriend (who seemed to hate us, for no reason at all...), plus Travis/Trever/Trevis, (depending on who you ask) and the loud fat kid. So in no time we decided to head back to my house, and a party took place. There was naked boys and drunkness messes. Some kid got his boxers thrown into my neighbor's yard, I found a pair of torn boxers the next day, along with some other random clothing....The fat kid trashed my kitchen because he decided that it would be a good idea to start cooking, not cool, and not welcomed back. I definetly remember being up until the sun came up, because Ali and I had a rather hard time making a wawa run. My car was blocked in, we tried to steal Paul's truck, but ended up getting stuck with my brother's wannabe gangsta altima.

The last party was pretty random. It started off on a weird note. I was sitting in my backyard having a cigarette with Ali and my dogs, when Carol opened the back gate, walked into the backyard, and a dog walked in with her...very weird..at first I thought it was her dog, which I should have known better because Carol doesn't have a dog. We hung out with the dog most of the night; we named him Sprinkle. That was the night of many minors and the night my mom decided to call the cops to report that we found the dog. Thankfully no police ever came (even though we had at least one cop there anyway). The ungrateful owner of the dog did show up eventually and took the dog, which made me very sad. He was so well trained and got along really well with Moose.

This is also the party that Carol punched Dave in the junk because he kept throwing her cigarettes in the pool every time she (or anyone else for that matter), which made him stop throwing cigarettes in the pool. After most of the party people left, Carol, Ali, Pete, Bill and I decided to make a late night trip to IHOP. That was interesting because Pete decided to go outside and expose himself to us through the window. Would normally have just been histerical, but we were not the only people sitting in the area....That night Pete slept in my bed, Bill slept on the floor, and my dad woke us all up at 9am, that also went really well...

Oh pool parties, I love you so...we'll see each other again soon...

Blood Clot and the ER

I started getting this really strong pain in my leg, it was affecting my ability to walk, and making me miserable. My aunt, who is a nurse, took a look at it after I started crying at our Fourth of July BBQ, because I couldn't take the pain. She said that I didn't have any of the tell tale signs that it was a blood clot. I suffered through the pain and called my doctor bright and early Monday morning.

I couldn't get an appointment until Tuesday. I had spent Monday night freaking out that I had a blood clot and was going to die, and looked forward to my appointment. My doctor immediately said I needed to be rushed in for an ultrasound. The first place she called couldn't see me until Wednesday, and she said that wasn't soon enough, and off to the emergency room I went.

For being the smallest hospital in Abington, it was pretty nice. I didn't have a flat screen in my room like I did when I went to Jean's, but everyone was very nice to me. My nurse was super nice, I said I was going to need a pimp cane because of my limp. She said that if I got to leave that day that she would get me a cane, it would be an old man cane, but we could always bedazzle it.

After I peed in a cup to prove that, no, I'm really not getting laid, my ultrasound technician came and got me. We discussed how based on my name she expected me to be darker skinned, something like Mediterranean. Then we discussed our hypothesis on where the name of the Baker's cyst came from. Which it would seem would depend on if it's spelled Bakers, Baker's, or Bakers'. We decided it was because you get it from standing for a long time, and bakers stand for a long time, that was the reason.

I enjoyed the pain killers, and didn't mind the waiting. It turned out there was no blood clot, there was no obvious trauma to the knee or leg, and they decided that I had sciatica. I'm not completely sure what it is, but I know that there are only two ways to treat it, with a chiropractor or surgery. I'm going to go for the chiropractor and pain killers. The perks aren't actually helping as much as I hoped, it still hurts quite a bit actually, but they take the edge off. I'll keep you posted to how that situation goes.

Thursday, Power Name

So I'm on my only break, an amazing one hour, of my 10 hour day of classes. I had to sign on and leave comments on all my favorite blogs because my blackberry is being hate filled. I hate Thursdays, and Tuesdays, but on the bright side, I have a long weekend. I'm working tomorrow in the early afternoon, and then heading home for some poolside socializing with whomever decides to come over early and hang out, followed by a party with 50 of my closest friends. hahaha, not really. I have no idea who is coming, but we will most certainly see who actually shows up.

Now, on to boys...First of all, the boy I'm in love with has a girlfriend. (booo) Which is fine, I'm used to that. I helped him pick out the perfect outfit for his date over the weekend, and I figure he'll have to come around eventually. I try and ask him regularly when we're going to get married, but as of late, no date has been set.

As for boys with Power Names, it would seem that boys with power names don't have cell phones or people who answer their home phones. Therefore, when you accidentally fall asleep because your sick on an evening that you were supposed to hang out with the nicest guy ever, who can hold an amazing conversation for hours, it's impossible to get in touch with him again. Even though you didn't mean to and you with there was someway you could set the whole situation straight. I'm not gonna lie, I almost cried about it last night. I'm becoming crazy and obsessed, I wanna drive to his house and leave him a note or something, but I just don't think that would go well. I'm feeling a little stalkerish and I wish that I could figure something out. He really was almost perfect.

How about that...

Well I'm going to make this quick. I'm not really sure what I wanted to write but I was really excited about coming here to write something. Hmm...I need to think about this a little bit better, or at least try and make a note of what I was going to talk about. Well, things are going well for the most part. I met a boy, who doesn't have a cell phone, which makes my life rather difficult. I'm having a party this weekend...what else...I'm a little wound up today. Maybe if I could wrap my head around a single though I would be more useful. I will be back with intelligent things to say. Also, as per my most recent facebook status, I'm kinda sad that now that I can use a certain word to describe a certain person as freely as I wish, that person is not going to stay that thing, nor are they really much of that thing. grr.

Free Time

I am still waiting for my textbooks to come in the mail, so I have very little to do in the 5.5 hours of free time I will have between classes today. Currently I'm updating my grade tracking system, mostly just to do something school related. None of my teachers have posted any information online yet so I have very little that I can do. I want to make sure that I keep on top of everything this term so that I don't get to crazy when finals roll around. Right now I'm just bored and don't have much to say, but I don't want to stand outside and chain smoke, because I'm trying to cut back on that. Hopefully I'll find something interesting to do/talk about. Well I guess I'm going to sit and watch True Blood to try and kill some time.