Filed under: Family, Life, Vent like a pot pie out of the microwave, school, warm fuzzies, work, your mom | Tags: Beck, crazy, Food, Hollywood Bowl, Jalapeno peppers, milk, thirtysomething, voice changing
My oldest boy’s voice is cracking like Peter Brady. [OMG, I am really 33 years old.] He sustains life solely on hot pockets and frozen chocolate chip waffles (his choice not mine). He is getting an A+ 100% in Algebra in the 7th grade. He amazes me the way he makes school look like cake.
I bit into a Jalapeno pepper whole heartedly at the most esquite baby shower I’ve ever been to. It left me red faced and in tears from the fire on my tonque and lips. Milk is the only cure. Just because I am 30-something doesn’t mean I have ceased doing stupid things. Sometimes I wish it does but, then life would be boring.
I saw Beck at the Hollywood Bowl which I thought was excellent. Thom will tell you and his guitar geeks he was not impressed. Yes, you can take a bus from Lakewood to Hollywood Bowl for $5. You may bring alcohol. Yes,” bottles and cans, clap your hands, Clap your hands.” I have related to Beck for a long time. I don’t know how many times I insisted to anyone who listen that I had a Jazzersize shirt back in the day. Had to be there. My age right now is really bizarre. When I was 14, I watched Thirtysomething When I go to concerts and see the young hipsters I feel Grandma and wizard like at the same time. I feel that all of this knowledge and history and I have absorbed is too much and I want to spill it all out everywhere. Blah blah blah. I want to have the strength to give up alcohol and meat. I want to give up food for that matter. Eating is for pussies. HA ha ha ha ha.
I’m tired. ‘I will tell you about the Green Tea and most embarrasing work moment in my life later.
Weekend 2 of Limited License X-ray School. Yay after the safety education is done we get to start zapping some feet (of course with our instructors/Doctors present).
My online Art class started also. I imagined this being a piece of cake since I love art and can sit there and describe it for hours. Let’s hope he does not busy work us to death. Got my book this morning at the discount price of $80.81. Expletive, expletive. Then I put the rest of the few dollars I had in the gas tank. $4.17 a gallon. Come on FAFSA! Gimme some money!
Did I mention I saw Indiana Jones this weekend? Yup and Harrison Ford is still HAWT.
The opening scene with his silhouette and
The damn hat.
I am totally miserable. Work stress is unbearable. One person is out and so the bosses are overly abusive. I have been working extra hours with no thanks or gratitude. Their attempts at squashing my soul have all at but succeeded. They can’t get rid of me that fast. I am staying for the long haul. I will get my limited license if it kills me. School and kids are tied up in the mix. My uncle passed away the Monday we returned from Coachella. I have been imploding and I can’t take it anymore. Nothing can numb this. Nothing seems to soothe. I am too angry to drive my car.
Cat update: Kittens eyes are completely open. They are beginning to hobble around and bump into stuff like a pain killer addict on intervention. Owner of the house I am renting is coming by tomorrow morning to see how we’ve been caring for the pad. Yikes! Holy Clean the fucking house quick Batman! Oh yeah and he doesn’t know a thing about the cat, let alone it’s 4 offspring.
April 24th List
Best Mom -n-law on the planet arrives: She has survived shingles and 7 teeth pulled. But she wouldn’t miss seeing her grandkids and the opportunity to have them all to herself. She’s one helluva woman. Her birthday is today. I still have to get a gift tonight! And food shop. And study!
Chapter 12 Quiz in Radiologic Electronics: Last test before the final. I can’t afford to screw this up.
We depart for Coachella: I am almost packed. I have ten thousand shirts and two pairs of shorts. Not quite balanced I know…
I will be back with photographic documentation.
Sometimes, after you think you’ve swallowed your last mouth full of of ocean and been beaten down by the last wave, there is the tiniest rope line thrown into the water. And this line tells you to keep treading. This hope rope may seem laughable and insignificant to on lookers but this rope speaks to you. And it is saying “Yes, dog paddle your ass off.”
That would be a very blurry photo of 100 percent scored on my first Radiologic Electronics quiz. I haven’t gotten a 100 percent in anything in a very long time. So for this 33 year old (non-spring chicken), going to school at a snail’s pace competing with 18 year olds, in the hope of a high paying job in the future…I just had to put it on the biggest refrigerator I could find. No, I won’t be in jail next to Wesley Snipes, No I won’t be hand cuffed away by Chase and Captial One. My head is up, for the moment.
Oh yes I did. YES I DID! As you can see a partial of the left eyeball is still intact. The brain is still covered in it’s thick dura mater so you are not able to see the familiar squiggly gyri. Yes and it is indeed thick as my fellow student and science sufferer, struggled as she cut it away.
Little thing hanging on the bottom? That would be the cerebellum and the medulla oblongata.
When you slice open the cerebellum there is a nice pretty pattern of Arbor Vitae, which looks like white trees.
Yeah I wanted to take many more photos than I actually did. I did however get this one to my professor’s disgust.
It’s kinda blurred but, this would be a big red bucket labeled “Animal Waste.” Yeah, it’s just a big pile of sheep brains.
These past few weeks have been compacted with a stresses upon stress. Not to say that daily life in the Bones’ Family hasn’t been overloaded since this July when I had the audacity to sign up for 2 science classes in addition to working quite far from home. As I get closer and closer to my goal of Rad Tech, things seem to get messier and messier- literally. I am often asked how do I do it all work, school, and three kids… My house is covered in laundry and and shoes and Halloween spiders. Meanwhile keys and phones are all hiding beneath and never like to resurface when I need them.
Last weekend as we started to recover from a family function, we decided to make good use of our Disney
passes and check out the spooky stuff over there at the Mouse House in Anaheim. It was rather crowded on this particular Sunday. Us breeders did not realize it was
Gay Day at Disneyland Saturday, October 6, 2007 …
We saw a lot of gay couples, including two buffed out sporto-s who looked like they could really beat someone’s ass, pushing around their son in stroller holding a Jack doll, but really did think much of it. That is until I spied the all the red shirts that say “Gay Day 2007″ on them. Ah ha, maybe it’s Gay Day or something. We went on the monorail, and got to take a little peak at the Nemo Submarine.
Much too crowded to even thinking about riding. We got the fast passes for Haunted Mansion which is by far my favorite ride especially when Jack in the house. We came home and had delicious Chinese take-out. A perfect ending
This weekend I have the fire of a huge exam burning under my feet. Must Study. I remain steadfast as I decline offers of beer and fun. I think the rain will ensure me to stay home and study. Must not flunk. Must stay optimistic.
Yesterday was the first day of October which means many things to me. For one, October 1st is Horchata’s B-day. He is exactly 2 months and 14 day older than I.
This is also the marking point of my favorite season, Halloween! 
Hello Skeleton!
I just had my quiz last night on the bones and missed all but one because I didn’t name the number of the phalanges. The thumb is #1 by the way. My sister -n-law turned me on to
Michael Paulus about a year ago. She knows me well and knows this piece encompasses all that I love in one, Hello Kitty and Bones. Check out all of his clever Skeletal Systems.
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Alas, it is fall. Horchata was commenting last night on how we could not even sleep at night just two weeks ago because of the weather and now he’s happily using a blanket. I got up to brisk 67 degrees this morning. Got my light green corduroy pants on (it is good to have friends with similar tastes in clothing who give you stuff). Nothing sounds more like fall then the sound of corduroy rubbing back and forth. Today called for a sweater vest. Not an ordinary sweater vest, but a hot-pink, argyle sweater vest complete with green skulls. 
I felt very studious in my sweater vest in the school parking lot at 7:42 am this morning. I passed a train wreck (boxes everywhere but no evidence of hurt people) and still got to school with time to spare. Lack of time and current financial frustrations lately have made me want to pee all over my school materials but alas, Today I was a bonafide student.
Hooray! I high-fived one of the doctors in my office. They’re back. Here there are minutes before the walk to school with our neighbors and good friends. Mine are the two blonde boys with long hair and the one with the Elvis like hair on the left. Three lunches packed last night with the I love you business scratched with marker onto the paper towels…..
I saw these pre-printed lunch bag notes that came with cute illustrations at Target in the card section. I contemplated how I felt about these. Now they were adorable and certainly made life easier. But what and the hell is the point of taking the time to tell your child you are thinking of them by tearing off a sheet of instant approval. It’s better than not getting anything, I argued with myself. “I never got anything,” The bad childhood chip on my shoulder chimmed in. Still if I had gotten some of these store bought jobs in my lunch, after getting the same cute saying over again, wouldn’t it be meaningless? I was putting way too much thought into this. I opted for the homemade.
They were all now openly thrilled to be going back. They didn’t even bother to hide their excitement for the sake of being cool. They all all had awesome days and I rewarded them with working mom guilt ice-cream cones from Mc-Satan’s and settled at the kitchen table with a 2 inch stack of forms to fill out.
They’re Back!
