Last week was the end of classes. Niiiiiiiice. I can breath again. Oh wait, I go to register for Fall classes the day after it opens up and my terrible dreaded Accounting class is FULL. SERIOUSLY??? The last class that I have to take to graduate is full on the 2nd day of registration??? Unbelievably. I contacted the professor who said that she can't make an exception for me but told me to try on the day that grades from the Summer come out because a lot of people get dropped by the system if they didn't pass their Summer classes and to try on the day that payments are due for the same reason. I can't believe my f-ing luck. I thought the only obstacle for graduating in December was being able to pass Accounting. Boy was I wrong. Seriously this crap is getting old. I have already registered for my back up classes in case I can't take Accounting and they look really interesting and insightful. So maybe I'll learn something new that will change my world. Doubtful.
The kids are getting bigger by the day. When did it happen? Caleb is my bundle of joy- literally. He smiles at everything. He gets hurt and starts to cry but if I look at him and he sees me looking, he starts smiling through the tears. How did I get such a happy baby?? Tristan, on the other hand, is 2. Please. kill. me. I have never heard the word "no" so much in my life. That kid is driving me bananas. But he definitely has a sense of humor. He got the humor from me and the crankiness from Vincent ;) Just kidding- they're probably both from me. I have been taking the kids to the pool every weekend and Tristan loves it. Of course we had a scary moment the other weekend when I went to my friend Lauren's community pool. We were in like 1 1/2 foot deep water and Tristan was jumping around. Well he falls face forward in the water as I'm holding Caleb. I crab crawl as fast as I could with Caleb in my arms and grab him up. Well, as he's balancing his feet he falls again. Since I taught swim lessons for years, I knew this was a make/break moment. So I started clapping and saying "Yeah, you swam all by yourself". I saw the panic drain from his eyes and a big smile light up his face and he started clapping too. I know that I got some crazy looks from the lifeguards but I'll be damned if I have a kid scared of the water. Just not going to happen.
In celebration of my end of school days, I went to go see Ke$ha in concert last week. I love me some Ke$ha. Yeah, yeah, so does every 14 year-old but I don't care. I think she rocks. My friend Rachel and I dressed up and I went all out. I bought a glitter head wrap, made a t-shirt, and painted my face like Ke$ha. It was so much fun. The minute that Rachel and I got into the venue, each and every 14 year-old complimented my make-up. I really was proud of myself. And the concert was awesome. Ke$ha is great at performing. It was thoroughly entertaining. Rachel and I drank a lot and we had to be picked up like the rest of the 14 year-olds there :) I don't care. It was a blast. My goal for next time- closer seats.
Vincent surprised me a couple of weeks ago and told me what we are doing for our anniversary this year. Yeah, it's not for another 2 months but Vincent can't keep a secret to save his life. He's taking me on a 7 day cruise in the Caribbean. I'm so pumped. I have never been on a cruise. Well, I went on a cruise in Greece but it was a day cruise so I don't count it. Anyway Vincent felt bad about ruining the surprise 2 months before so he said he was going to pay for a bunch of excursions and keep those a secret. We'll see.
Also, in other news, I have officially started writing my book. I have no idea what will happen with it- maybe nothing, maybe something. But I wanted to wait until I was completely confident in my writing skills. I am there. I think I got there because I have reached a new phase in my life- I don't compare myself anymore. Up until recently it was so easy for me to look at other women and their lives and envy it and then try to figure out how I could imitate them. I'm done with that crap. I've finally learned that everyone is unhappy with something. The pretty women that have perfect clothes and bodies hate their husbands. The ones that look like they have great marriages have daddy issues. Ugh. I'm done comparing. I think I'm pretty awesome and I think my family is even more awesome. I'm not saying that every now and then I won't wish some things might be another way- I'm still human. But I've stopped writing with other people in mind. I'm writing for myself. I'm not P.C. Trying to make everyone else happy can lead to living someone else's life. Dunzo. So, I think my book will now have a better chance of going somewhere. Or maybe it will just be entertainment for Vincent and my kids. We'll see.
Here's some pictures from the last couple of weeks.
He did not want to leave the pool
My little angel
Collage I made for Facebook....all things needed for a Ke$ha concert
Rachel and I




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