Friday, October 3, 2014

Friday. Wait...I'm not done??

Holy shizzzzzz, this was a friggin' WEEK!  I've had something/somewhere to go 4/5 nights this week.  And tonight?  My mother-in-law is coming over to see my daughter's choir show...and she wants to come to the house before the show.  MY HOUSE.  The house that looks like a crack den/ghetto brothel.


In short, I'll be spending 40 minutes shoving crap into drawers and closets, spot mopping the floor, and "cleaning up the kitchen"  AKA wiping the fuck out of everything with Clorox wipes.  Exactly the LAST fucking thing I WANT to be doing on a Friday night.

Oh and did I mention I was concession mom tonight at Valencia High School Choir show?  Lucky me.  Selling chips and candy for THREE HOURS.  If I was the organizer, I'd be handing out vodka tonics disguised in a "to go" coffee cup to all the parent volunteers.  I bet I'd get a shit ton of volunteers!
 
or hand out Tampon flasks....either way, I'm sure I'd be the most popular organizer EV-ERRRRRRR!

 I have realized that I CANNOT Blog every day.  It's just not working with my work and the after school kid shit.  So, I'm aiming for once or twice a week.

 I've struggled to drink 100 0z a day of water.  I made it on Mon. and Tues. but failed on Wed. and Thurs.  Not sure if I will make it today.  I love water.  Just teaching and drinking water all day don't mix.  I've eaten pretty well.  Some good days and some pretty good days.  No horrible days but I wouldn't say this week has been spectacular.  It hasn't been shitty either.  I didn't go over on too many delicious points.  I'm weighing myself on Monday.
Nom!


I took 5 days off to heal my muscles and I feel great.  I will be ready to hit the gym tomorrow!

These may or may not apply to me.





I fucking love this woman.

And finally, PARENTS!  Stop Facebooking about FUCKING COMMON CORE.  Write the governor or some shit.  Complaining publicly DOES NOTHING.  I'm not saying your point is invalid.  I'm not saying shit....just please FUCKING stop and either do something about it, or shut your gob.
 Time for the DOC (thanks Diane!)