Ok sooo people in highschool, college, or those who have ever been in either, will understand what I mean when I say... SHUT THE HELL UP!!! Every class has that one person who knows EVERYTHING. Or they think they do. I cannot tell you how often I want to throw my Perry and Potter textbook in the back of this lady's head. First of all, why in the world are you not a nurse already if you know everything? Better yet, why aren't YOU my nursing instructor?? BECAUSE YOU ARE A MORON. I hate when people insist on speaking up and asking questions or making comments on everything. "well, where I work..."
nobody ASKED about where you work, which husband you are on now, who your momma is, what kind of hamster you own, what color socks you knitted, what type of soup you prefer, or jack-shit about you.
Sit down, open your book, and shut YOUR MOUTH.
shew.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
I Got Lost
I said I was going to keep this running in a timely fashion, and oops I have failed already. Oh well.
Christmas has come and gone, which was a relief yet sad. My daughter is at the perfect age to get so into the idea of Santa and presents, so it was so magical for her. Spreading the "reindeer food" aka glitter and oats in the front yard and setting out homemade cinnamon bread instead of cookies... she loved every second of it! Look how adorable we are!!
We go way back. Waaaaaay back. And I will miss her dearly! Love you my sweet BLT!
Over and out.
Christmas has come and gone, which was a relief yet sad. My daughter is at the perfect age to get so into the idea of Santa and presents, so it was so magical for her. Spreading the "reindeer food" aka glitter and oats in the front yard and setting out homemade cinnamon bread instead of cookies... she loved every second of it! Look how adorable we are!!
A few weeks came and went after Christmas, until a super sad day arrived. My best friend of 13+ years shipped out for the Army. She has her bachelor's in art but couldn't figure out what path she wanted to take in life, so she signed up and shipped out. I admire her strength and free spirit. Of course, Riley cried her little heart out over DaDa Brittany leaving (yes she calls her DaDa Brittany), but I reassured her that we could write letters and they could be pen-pals... which dried up all tears very quickly :) well, except for mine. I put on my big girl panties and didn't cry in front of Britt but I sure let loose in the car. She will be at bootcamp for 8 weeks, then off to Arizona for her special training. She'll be doing undercover Human Special Intelligence work... my best friend, the spy. Wah ha haaaa (evil laugh).
Over and out.
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