Sour

Have you ever woke up and been irritated? Like, out of no where, just straght irritated. Was it a bad dream? Was it the little guy next to me kicking my back? Was it the fact that I am not taking in nearly enough bad-for-me food? I dunno. All I know is that I can feel this day is going to be long and sour. The best thing I can do for myself on days like this is go for a long power walk (that means swinging my arms wildly) or going in the backyard and gardening or fixing, or baking or cooking. I think I am gonna finish my coffee, make a fruit salad for th boys for breakfast and rip out weeds, plant flowers and obsess about this yard that has absolutely no rhymn or reason. I will let you know how that goes....

Random thoughts

I will be honest here. I am a tough Mom. I am very strict and expect certain things from my kids. I expect no whining, no fighting, and respect. I don't think that is too much to ask.
As my kids get older, I find that they are really growing up. It's expected, yes, but so quickly? I can't believe that Gavin is going to be in 1st grade. That is so wierd.
As I sat there watching him graduated from Kindergarten, I was proud and sad at the same time. I cried and smiled, trying to put on "happy" face for him, even though it torn me apart inside, thinking that he is going to be exposed to all kinds of garbage within the next couple years. I wish I could protect him from all the negative things the world has to offer, but I know I can't.
This brings me back to beng a strict Mom. I believe that children need boundaries and expectations. I have no doubt that my kids would be scared of me if they were ever sent to the Principals office or the like. That's the way I want it. There are times to be a friend to your kids, but all in all, you have to be a role model and teach them what is and is not exceptable.
I hope that I am able to teach them well enough so they will grow up and be wonderful men. There is nothing that a parent stresses about more then impacting their children enough to effect their life and to become all that they are able to.

pro's and con's

Top things about beauty school

1. My classmates. We have a lot of fun. Our instructor is laid back so we chat while we do our work. It's great! Gets us ready to talk while we beautify.

2. Learning something new that is creative.

3. Getting out of the house and doing something for the betterment of me. Sorry kids, it's my time.

4. Doing a procedure on someone and them liking it...or at least telling me they like it.

5. Feeling like I am worth something. I haven't felt like that since I brought home a paycheck.

Top worst things about beauty school

1. Mr. Federico is an asshole who doesn't deserve what he has and shouldn't get credit for the school or the institution as a whole.

2. It goes until 9:30 at night and we are usually done with our procedures by 8:15.

3. The caddy women and goofy teenage drama (although I do enjoy hearing about it).

4. People learning I used to be in law enforcement and asking questions about their criminal matters.

5. Knowing that after school is done I will be expected to go to work and earn a paycheck (double edge sword-I know).

Fatty

More on my dieting saga. I have gained all the weight back that I had previously lost on Weight Watchers last year and I am very mad at myself. I clearly have a problem. So I am officially back at Weight Watcher with all the other "Me" type personalities. I go with one of the Mom's from Gavin's school.
Upon arriving to the scale, I was greeted by a 40-something woman who made me feel like I had just rolled out of bed, which I had. Her make-up, hair and clothes were perfect. I was wearing some old maternity shorts (yes, you read that correctly), a work out shirt and a hat to hide my hair.
After weighing in, I sat and listened to the meeting at which time I realized that I just need gastric bypass. Take my stomach out, I don't have will power so I don't deserve such responsibility.
So today is my first day. I have eaten an egg with plain toast for breakfast, a half a ham sandwich for lunch, some watermelon and a peanut butter ball. I am starving!! I hope my stomach shrinks quickly so I don't have to have all my usual diet start up pains (ie: headache, grouchiness, loneliness).
Then to top it all off...two people today told me how thin I look. What? I just started my diet!

...and part 3

Yesterday I was in a happy little world when I was bothered, yet again, by my brainiac neighbor.
I walked outside the front door to take some garbage out to the trash, which was sitting on the curb ready for the morning pickup today. As I walked out, I looked around and noticed that the neighbor, who has a suspended license, was in the driver's seat of her boyfriend's Camaro. I kept to my business. As I walked to the curb, she backed out, which I watched out of the corner of my eye, as to not "fuel the fire". After she backs up, she kicks it into 1st gear and peels out in front of her house. She gets up to about 40 MPH, before stopping in front of my house. I was already walking up to my front door, but since she has some type of loud exhaust system on her car, I could hear what was happening. As she was stopped, she started revving her engine. I walked in the house, mad as hell, but resisted the temptation to go over to her car and rip her out of the driver's seat by her nasty hair. After shutting the door, I stood in my entryway listening. She continued to rev her engine and make a spectacle of herself. I was amazingly surprised at my self control, not to pat myself on the back or anything.
I was expecting something to happen last night while I was school, but luckily nothing happened.
Today, I walk outside to find that Fresno Animal Control was at her house. Great! I am sure that I will be blamed for reporting her for whatever it is that they're over there for. I looked back at our security tape and saw that she was either not home or didn't answer the door for them. Hopefully my parents will be safe here without me when she comes charging over here, hog wild, calling me out to beat her up again. This is lame.
By the way, this is not only for everyone's pleasure to know the truth about northeast Fresno, but also an account of what happens in case I have to take this through the court system. My brain can only hold so much useless information at once.

Sudz results

Sudz in the city didn't let us down. Our friends did though. I got home from school at 2:00 because I left early. After hanging out with the family for a little bit, I got ready. David had just got home from Visalia so he was tired, but it's amazing how one person can energize another just by their actions and excitement.
By 4:10 my parents had picked up the boys and we were on our way. Oops, forgot the tickets, had to go home and get them. By 4:40 we were there. All of David's co-workers flaked and my friends also did, but I had invited my friends Cindi and Sonja from Visalia and they actually showed up. We all got into the park and started to drink some beer. We tried beer that we drink at home and beer we would never try on our own. Some we liked, some we didn't.
Nothing else exciting happened. David got hit on by some girl while I was standing in line. He was noticeably uncomfortable. So uncomfortable in fact that he didn't even talk back to her and Cindi felt it necessary to intervene as to not make the girl feel...oh, who cares how she felt, she was hitting on my husband. I thought it was funny because David is awkward with girls.
We stayed at Sudz until it started getting really crowded, then we were off to Samba where we enjoyed all you can eat seafood, meats and all the other goodies. It was really good and I left there looking pregnant, just like I always do. It was very good and Cindi and Sonja enjoyed it also.
It was a great night. I had a lot of fun. The beer and all the food made my stomach a little upset, but I expected that. I can't wait for next year....

The crazy drama.....part 2

It's been weeks since my last neighborhood incident. I thought we had moved on and the issues were resolved. That was until last night.
It all started at about 10:45, when I went into the garage to get some stuff out of the car. I hear really loud music. I went into the front yard to check and of course it was the crazy neighbor lady. It was so loud, I could make out the words from the music. Just to give you an idea as to how loud it was...I am across the street and three or four houses down from her. It was LOUD!
I went inside and placed a call to good ol' Fresno PD and then I went to sleep.
At 4:00 am David gets home and tells me that the neighbor lady had really loud music. I explained to him that I had already called and complained about it, but wasn't sure the cops had come out. He called the police department and told the dispatcher that he just got home and blah. blah, blah. They advise him that the crazy broad has filed several complaints on officers that have responded to her house, some of which have gone to internal affairs investigations. She went on to say that the notes under the address were not of a positive nature. David decided to stay in the house and let the cops do their job.
David gets in the shower to wash off his funkiness, when all of a sudden I hear screaming in the front of my house. I went into the bathroom and told David that I heard yelling. He gets out, gets dressed and by this time the yelling has escalated.
Th lady is in our front yard screaming bloody murder, calling me a B-word, telling me to come outside and tell her myself to turn her music down and so forth and so on. She even took my American flag decoration out of my planter and threw it. She did this for about 10 minutes.
David went outside and I called 911. I was shaking and sounded like a freak talking to the dispatcher. I tried to explain that the neighbor lady was in my driveway acting crazy and causing a disturbance. I don't think I got my point across very well and David took the phone from me and explained what was happening from his perspective.
By the time the cops go to her house, it was 5:30. They were there for about 45 minutes, leaving without making contact with us. David the whole time standing at the front door with his police radio in his hand and gun in his pocket. I stood with him, with my hot cup of coffee all the while figuring out what I am gonna do when he is at work tonight, leaving me home with this situation. It should be noted that she doesn't work her "magic" during daylight hours and I don't have enough energy to stay up to watch the house after only getting 4 hours of sleep last night.
Anyway, we are probably going to have to install cameras to the front of our house. I will definitely be parking the cars in the garage and keeping my children inside. I still can't believe that all this drama is seriously happening to us. I may have to kick out my renters in Visalia and move back to a quieter neighborhood.