Parenting tip #345

Remember that you are in control, and your child should not be given the option to get away with refusing something that is a.) painless and b.) for their own good, such as dental care. Do not ASK your child if they want to do it. They WILL say no. You TELL them they will do it and that it can be either hard or easy. And don't try to blame their refusal on the mask. The mask is not the problem. YOU are.

The Sun is on Fire

Even though I wore SPF 45 AND reapplied multiple times, my skin still turned a pleasing shade of pink. And what do I hear at work on Monday? "You look good with a base tan." What!? What?! A.) It's a burn. and B.) Being super pale is preferable to being burned (even a wee little bit) in my opinion. Unfortunately, my skin will pinken just walking outside for ten minutes. Reeeeee-diculous. At least I wasn't one of the drunken revelers who ended up with the more painful burns.
Speaking of drunkenness, every now and then I witness something that reaffirms my decision not to drink like a fish (or very much at all, for that matter) and this weekend was one of those marvelous times. From overhead, I observed word vomit. Actually, it was more like word knives, thrown with reckless abandon at an innocent bystander. And they totally hit home. It was disgusting to hear/watch. One individual commented that you "shouldn't judge a man while he is drinking." Maybe not, but I will judge the fact that they let themselves get to the point where they lack the necessary control to stop themselves from seriously hurting their friends. That is unacceptable.

Anyway. Life sometimes seems like such a waiting game, and it's frustrating. Whenever I try to take control and make something happen, it doesn't work out, and it's like, well, what am I supposed to do - just suck it up and deal? I think not. I've always felt like I was good at dealing with whatever came at me, but lately I have wanted more control, or at least feel like the decisions I am making are affecting something bigger. Being a part of something larger is important to me, and right now, it's just not happening. Lame.

End of Week

Friday = friends!
Saturday = graduation. really boring. mentally retarded girl behind us making loud noises made it more fun. wanted to thank her, but didn't want to offend her family. certain family members made thoughtless comments, again. hate how you don't want to walk out of the room because you know they are going to start talking about you. irritating.
Sunday = father's day. ate chicken and not much else because hate cole slaw and bean salad that was brought. wish taste buds were different. hated driving back because knew it meant beginning of another un-fun week.

looking forward to the next end of week.

tonight

went running. took a shower, started sweating as I walked out the door it was so hot. ate a five guys burger. watched the A-Team. beat the ominous clouds/thunderstorm to my car. rescued a runner from the storm. saw the coolest clouds ever then realized I forgot my camera. watched the night come down.

You

remind me of the babe (what babe?), the babe with the power (what power?), the power of voodoo (who do?), you do.

Wrote This at Work and Other Stuff

And so it was that the Zolorians traveled through the Spiro galaxy into the Divided Realms. Their main objective was to escape the wrath of the Breeghis and finding a new planet on which to produce an army capable of defending against and eventually wiping out the Breeghis and their parasitic young. As the ship soared through space, Captain Gorlock pondered the meaning of his existence, If only there were a way to advance the species by finding a compatible subspecies with which to mate, yet the Zolorians unique structure only allowed them to mate amongst themselves thus far. Gorlock reached into his pocket, pulling out a scrap of paper on which was scribbled a name. A planet, he had been told, where a suitable subspecies could be found. This was given to him by the Last Zolorian Mystic, nearly three thousand years old, the last known mystic of his kind who was hidden deep in the hills, a refugee from the lands destroyed by the Breeghis. Gorlock whispered the name to himself. Earth.

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Baking carrot cake. Hate carrot cake. But hate plain carrots more. Bag of carrots in fridge had to go, therefore, baking carrot cake.

Shiba Inu in my house. Looks like fox/weasel. Love pulling it's ears back and giving it slanty eyes. Also love saying SHIBA INU SHIBA INU SHIBA INU in its face. Shiba Inu is walking into every room and sniffing everything. Don't pee in my house, Shiba Inu. See you watching me type about you.

Subletter is gone. Getting new one. Must wash comforters in room to cleanse sexytime off them. New subletter better not suck. Friends say he doesn't. Seems nice so far.

Roommate leaving for camp soon. Going to clean the hell outta the house. Sayonara, Indyhair. Also will clean out fridge.

Hate washing dishes. Feel like have washed 1,097,987,398 dishes this weekend. Painted nails but no indication of this due to water making polish chip. Hate washing dishes.

Watched World Cup games. USA should not have gotten that goal. English Keeper probably hated by all of England and will be exiled and renamed to "Butterfingers". Germany vs Aussies - totally saw that one coming and know next to nothing about soccer - DO know that Germans are like machines. Very punctual, efficient machines. Want to watch Italy game (Forza Azzurrrrrrriiiiii) but will be at work. LAME.

Storms every day. Like, dislike, depends on if want to go to pool or be outside at the time of storm.

Spring VBall last game tomorrow. Good. This team blows. Summer league starting soon. Playing on better team that is awesome. Have something to look forward to.

Want to go to beach. Hate going to work. Everyone agrees on this one.