Friend (or not) Business -long post

Can you all tell that I am in a serious blogging mood?

Well, I’ve been trying to blog about this topic for quite some time now. I have this ex-bff, let’s call her *Sally, that I’ve known just about my entire life (since 2nd grade). We lost touch after my father passed, only to find out that we lived on the same hall our freshman year of college. We were the best of friends-inseparable. We pledged our sorority together and were extremely supportive of each others decisions-good or bad. She was in the room when I gave birth to my daughter, we graduated from college together, and I was there when she found out she was pregnant with her daughter. Now granted the father of her child can be a bit of a chauvinist, but he has a good heart. I’ve known him since elementary school, we fought in sixth grade, and he is my husbands bff! (The term tickles me when it is used towards males).

Well fast-forward about seven years.
When she found out that she was preggers, I supported her, in any way she needed it. I told her then that I hated that she was pregnant by him, but I would support whatever decision she chose to make. She had a fairly difficult pregnancy-emotionally because of the father of her daughter and her over-bearing mother. There wasn’t a favor to great that I wouldn’t do for her, but she lashed out at me because I had made a joke about the name she had chosen for her child. It was Stone. I said that I would call lil poo-poo rock. Needless to say, she was pissed. Now when we had Christmas dinner with our sands, there were jokes made, worse than what I had said-she said nothing. We had New Year’s lunch with some friends from college. Again, jokes were made-she said nothing. Now why is it that she turned on me and lashed out over the exact same thing? Too minor to be concerned.

So we haven’t spoken in over a year. When her daughter was born, of course I knew, because like I told you, the father is my husband’s bff. My husband went to the hospital to see the baby and congratulate his friend and meet his new niece. I didn’t go. Didn’t let my daughter go either. I said it was because it was past her bedtime, but deep down I know that it was more than that. Just didn’t want any part of the foolishness. Did I fail to mention that before she had her daughter-who is absolutely adorable- I bought a very nice swing from her registry and NEVER received a simple “Thank you”? Too minor to be concerned. So no I did not want to be around her. Saw the kid when the father had her.

I did contact her when our mutual bff, let’s call her *Cynthia’s, (once it was three of us-the three muskateers) mother passed. It was a difficult time for Cynthia and I knew that she wanted both of us there. Can you believe that *Sally was so selfish to have asked Cynthia if she was avoiding her when Cynthia didn’t answer her phone calls?! Never mind that the girls mom had died. wow. Now we spoke long enough to drive out of town to be with Cynthia and go back a week later for her mom’s funeral. After that, she stopped talking to the both of us. Learned she changed her number (like someone was harassing her) and doesn’t even speak to Cynthia anymore. That truly hurt her. She never did anything to Sally. I was bothered for a while, but everyone is not meant to be your friend.

Political Business

How funny was this story! Did you guys hear that in that country, throwing your shoes at someone was the ultimate insult? hahahaha! I digress.

Can someone please inform me on what in the hell Bush was talking about the other night? I was so upset with this “Farewell Address” I mean really people! Did it have to come on the same time my DVR was set to record CSI? It threw all of my recordings off!

I’m working on a more political me, but this did not help the cause!!! ARRRGGGHHH!

Mother & Daughter Business

We did it! Through all the hardships, blood, sweat, and tears, we have achieved excellence!!!! My daughter was accepted into an optional preschool!

I have to admit that I am indeed proud! I was so nervous about how she would perform. Those of you with children know how they will make a lie out of momma/daddy in a hot second. She passed her entrance exam with a score of 98%! The only thing she missed was not being able to recognize her last name. Just Lisa suggested an independent school here that offers full scholarships for minorities! I’m waiting on them to send us information about their program. Once Kelcie finishes this program, then we will definitely look into the latter.

My main concern, at this time, is to be sure that she’s learning on a level that’s meeting her needs as well as challenging her. I also want her to be in a structured environment that a daycare may not be able to provide for her. When I say structured what all does that include? At this school, she will begin a spelling series, science, addition, subtraction, and some multiplication to name a few.

Now what does this mean for mom you ask? I have to wake up earlier. Don’t really care about helping her with work and such, just the fact that my rest will be cut shorter than it already is! Ever heard that Johnson & Johnson commercial that says: “Having a baby changes everything.” That’s putting it lightly!

Well, little old Kelcie is very outspoken-gets it honest- and embarrassed me some kind of good during her interview. So the lady is asking questions that were on the entrance exam and Kelcie is answering them with ease! My chest was all puffed out! Then all of a sudden Kelcie gets really close to the lady and says, “Hey, your teeth is missing!” I was HORRIFIED!

Kid Business

I had a friend to send me a text the other morning that read, ” If you were to see a police car riding down the street with me in the back seat, what would you think I had done?” Needless to say it was a funny activity, so I went ahead and used it in the classroom. I was teaching point of view, and was able to tie it all in together. So the majority of my kids said that I went to jail for slapping, hurting, killing a student. My urban personality can be a bit overwhelming for my suburban students!

So one of my students told me that he believed that I had killed someone before. Seriously! His reasoning behind it was so innocent but hilarious! He said, Mrs. H.D. I know you had to kill somebody before. That’s why you don’t let students go in your cabinet.”

How many of you know that I was rolling on the floor with uncontrollable laughter?

Body Business

So, I’ve decided to enhance my already near perfect self by improving my eating habits and working out (the new years resolutions). I’ve become a member of Dr. Ian’s 50 million pound challenge. He sent me a list of foods to purchase weekly as well as what I should eat daily in order to reach my goal. Well people let me just put it out there as blunt as possible: I’m so hungry. Oh what I wouldn’t give for a #1 with cheese and no tomatoes from Burger King or a Southern Chicken Sandwich from McDonalds, or maybe even those delectable chipotle strips from Chili’s, or one of those yummy, and creamy strawberry sundaes from Cold Stone Creamery. Yeah, I’m a fat girl trapped in a skinny girl’s body. I love food, so this diet-eating healthy thing is pure torture! I mean let’s be honest- salads are absolutely disgusting!!! In order to have some small portion of sustenance you have to practically drown the thing in dressing and then it’s no longer healthy! All in all it’s a waste of time. Where is Darius T. Williams when I need a healthy yet yummy recipe???

Then the latter half of the resolution has me stumped! I mean, my down fall is that Just Lisa created some type of monster nearly 10 years ago, so I normally accept challenges head on (sense the problem yet? Hear the orchestrated music building suspense?) So, one of my friends, Brandee, who is a great dance coach has gotten into “Brick-House” shape and I can’t be beat! I mean I was in much better shape ~nearly 10 years ago, but still! So she’s bullied -umm suggested that her friends -along with her- “GET FINE IN ‘09″. Well let me just tell you I think I look great to have had two kids, so this kickboxing class wouldn’t be too much, right?

Let me just tell you that it hurts like hell just to type right now, legs feel like silly putty, and I’ve had this same painful cramp in my side since noon. The psycho leading the class nearly killed me! I threw up my mini breakfast. I tried to eat light to prevent such actions. I went to lay on the bench in the locker room, then when I stood up everything went black for about 3 seconds! Just Lisa is going to talk so bad about me, but my fellow bloggers, I’m sure “the light” we so often hear about from the movie Poltergeist had to be only a couple of feet away.

There this old white lady (who had obviously had Botex -and it was time for another injection) gave up and lay on her yoga mat. At least I went in the locker room! He was so psycho with the kickboxing guys! And you know what the retarded part is? I’m going back! I know… Think I’ll devote 3 days a week to this madness… Pray for me, I must be in the first stages of dementia.