03.30.07
Fun or torture? You decide
What exactly does the school Principal tell our gullible children that make them run home, with a junk food catalog, and what they call a PRIZE PACKAGE sheet, that makes them think pushing junk food, like crack, is going to not only be fun but easy?
What is it about the look on my child’s dirty face that makes me go back on my word of NEVER participating in another fundraiser again?
Why does this shit have to be so hard? Why do ALL the schools sell at the same damn time? Why don’t they sell healthy shit and give good prizes? Is that too much to ask?
I wonder if our school would accept a monetary donation instead of student participation. Would that make my child feel like a looser?
Fundraiser time has just come to an end at the Lovin, Laughin, Livin household. Thank Gawd. We did the best we could, considering ALL our neighbors kids were selling the same shit.
I don’t sell to my family, very often, because collecting money from them is like trying to collect money from a dead-beat-dad. So pushing crack supporting our school’s fundraiser had to happen at work.
Normally that wouldn’t be a problem because all us mom’s stick together and buy from eachother. Its an unspoken mom rule. Well, the week Drama Queen brought hers to me we had JUST received our fundraiser purchases from another mom in the office. Guess what DQ was selling? Yup, the same shit goodies the other mom just sold us. Niiice. Do you know how hard it was to convince these people that they need to have another 4 pounds of frozen cookie dough in their freezer?
And then you get the people who Oops! forget to pay. They suck. So that means mom is stuck writing a check for almost $200 and now must try to collect to reconcile the bank book.
The result?
$26 still not collected
5 boxes of frozen items to separate
4 pounds of frozen cookie dough in the freezer
2 slight attitude adjustments made between Mister and I
1 extra apple cheese cake still unclaimed
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1 happy child who gets to attend a DJ party at school and gets to go to lunch in a limousine is priceless.
03.29.07
*Note to self*
Do not try to quit smoking on a night when Mister is bbq’ing and the beer is flowing. You will, and did, fail miserably. Use your head, girl! Now finish that pack and quit when there are no temptations, like at the beginning of the week.
That’s all.
03.28.07
Its ONLY coffee!
I left the house early today so I can run into the grocery store before I headed out to work. Since that didn’t take as long as I had anticipated I had time to stop at Starbucks.
I went to the Starbucks that is just down the street from my job. For once the drive thru wasn’t backed up with cars, as it is most days at 7:45 am. Sweet! My lazy ass doesn’t have to park, WALK in and stand in line to get coffee.
As I’m nearing the drive thru entrance another car whips into the parking lot at the same time. I begin my turn into the little drive thru entrance when said car doesn’t stop. Being the careful and courteous drive that I am, I stop immediately. Can you believe that bitch never stopped. Nope. She just zoomed right into the drive thru!
What do I do? I yell at her! Through rolled up windows, of course, but I still yelled Fuck bitch! This ain’t Jack In The Box!! What the fuck is your rush?? ITS ONLY COFFEE!!!
And then I see it. She’s a big woman. Don’t get all snippy & P.C. on me about big woman. I’M a big girl so its all good, I can talk shit if I want to. Besides, this is my blog. Anyway, I become curious as to what her rush is. What is SO important that she almost hit my car just to be first in the drive thru at Starbucks? I roll down my window, just in time, to hear “…A Venti blah blah soy blah blah blah with 2 extra pumps of Vanilla…Oh! And do you have any cheese danishes available?”
Ahh…got it.
03.25.07
WOW! What a week!
Hey, Y’all, I’m back!! I’ve been home for a few days but this is the first chance I’ve had to blog.
Where do I begin? Hmmm…
Thursday night everyone got to L.A. safely, thank goodness. Mister, being the wonderful husband he is, let me stay at the house and party act as host for my friends while he ran out and did airport pick ups and meeting peeps at freeway exits to bringing them back to the ghetto house. We partied pretty good on Thursday night, that’s for sure.
Friday was the big day. I dropped my girls off to school (just barely, b/c I was so hung over and tired that I considered keeping them home from school. But the “good” mom in me kicked in and I got my ass out of bed, popped some Motrin, drank a gallon of water and dropped them off at school. Yay me. lol)
then we started getting things ready so we could hit the road. Oh, you know you’re on vacation when you get up and are drinking a beer at 8:30 in the morning, huh? lol I think we all did a little bit of that at some point over the weekend.
Mister packed the SHIT out of our van. We had SO much stuff that there wasn’t room for things like oh…pans and the 5 gallon bottle of water we had intentions of taking. Plus, when we stopped for beer, before getting on the freeway, we had limited space so we couldn’t buy in bulk. That sucked. lol
We made good time and hit the Tijuana boarder within 1.5-2 hours. That’s real good time from Los Angeles to Mexico.
The house was GORGEOUS! We had a breath taking view of the blue Pacific Ocean! It was SO quiet on the beach that all you could hear, all day, was the sound of waves breaking. The sand was so soft and fine. The water was hardly ever cold, even at night. And the air? Oh the air smelled wonderful. So fresh, clean and full of sea salt. All my senses were fully awaken while there. Since the house had an entire side made of windows we were able to sit in the living room and watch the dolphins play and do flips. We saw sea lions swimming, too. It was a great experience.
We partied our asses off on Friday night. Mister slept the whole night, that’s cool because he worked a long week and drove us all to Mexico.
That’s all I’ve got time for, right now, because I’m expecting my girl, Sassy Mama to arrive in Los Angeles this afternoon. My sister and I plan to meet her at her hotel then take her to Long Beach for dinner and drinks! I can’t wait to see her, I haven’t seen that girl since our trip to D.C. in 2005!
I’ll be back at work tomorrow so I’ll continue with the vacation stuff and I’m working on pictures, too. We have dial up so that sucks ass, especially when you’re trying to upload pictures. That’s why I do mine at work! LMAO!
03.15.07
Adaios, Peeps!
FINALLY!! Today is my last day at work until 3/26! 11 days out of the office is such a wonderful thought.
Craze safely arrived in Los Angeles last night. Oh you should see her, she’s got a great cut & color she looks great! You’ll see in the pictures.
We partied last night. Surprised? Didn’t think so.
I leave work at 11:30 today. Beth will be here this afternoon. As soon as she arrives, Craze, Beth, Drama Queen and I are all going to get pedicures! Then we’ll start getting things ready for dinner this evening.
The Mind and Pman are landing in Las Vegas, later this afternoon, and driving into L.A. so we should see them tonight. Sara and C will arrive this evening, too. And then our group will be complete!
After we get back from Mexico, on Monday, Mister and I are driving out to Vegas with The Mind and Pman for a couple of days.
See you when we return and I’ll try to get all the drunk vacation pictures up as soon as we get in.
Adios!
P.S. Guess what? This makes my 200th post! Damn, I talk a lot, huh?
03.14.07
Its only 9:08 in the morning
And I’m already thinking about lunch and dinner. Moooo…
This evening Craze will be landing in Los Angeles. Mister and I will swing by the airport, throw her ass and her big body bag, she calls a suitcase, into my car and head out to dinner for Mexican food and Margarita’s!
We’re taking her to an authentic little joint near our house. The food is AWESOME. The Margarita’s KICK ASS. And the prices are JUST RIGHT!
Naturally, when we go to our favorite little place I get my grub on. Chips and salsa? Yes, please. Oh & Jose? Keep them coming. Thanks. *winking* Because we’ve got dinner plans that means I’ve got to eat a lite lunch. So see, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for me thinking about my future meals while my breakfast hasn’t even finished digesting! TMI? Sorry.
03.13.07
I can’t hide behind my glasses anymore
Since I now use contacts, I don’t wear my glasses at work and now I don’t have them to hide behind when I’m crying and look like shit. And believe me, I look like shit right now. My make up has been dabbed off with tissue. My eyes are puffy and my nose is red. Ugh.
Last Tuesday my paternal grandmother was admitted in to the hospital for a hip fracture. While there she had a pus filled mass removed from between her breast. After that was removed they did a biopsy on the mass which in turn caused them to run more test on my grandma.
Yesterday we were told she has Cancer. Not just in her lungs but its spread throughout her body. She has been given 6-8 months to live.
They were transferring her to another hospital, last night, so she can begin chemo treatment. My aunt told me that, as of now, my grandma still doesn’t know she has Cancer. I’m not sure what my grandpa is waiting for before he tells her. But they’ve told her its “tumors”.
My grandma isn’t a dumb woman. She smoked for 50+ years, so I’m sure she knows, but might not want to admit it or say it out loud.
I’ve got family flying into CA as I type this. This is going to be a quiet and solemn year, now. We won’t be straying far from my grandparents, I know this.
I’m so sad, shaken and uspet. Ironically, all I can think of is smoking a cigarette to calm my fucken nerves and steady my hands!
I stole this
Because I’m really busy at work today (and I will be til about Wed.) I borrowed this from Angie.
Movies in my Netflix queue. Do you have Netflix or any movie service like it? Oh man, I LOVE our Netflix! I pay less than $20 a month. Love it, seriously.
Ok, here’s what I’ve got in #’s 27-32:
#27- Waist Deep. I’ve never been romantically attracted to black men, but DAMN! Tyrese is hot!
#28-Alaska. A movie for the kids.
#29-16 Blocks. An action/adventure movie I put on for Mister.
#30-Basic Instinct 2. I’m not even sure why this on is on there. I heard it wasn’t all that great & that Sharon Stone didn’t show the world her crotch again. I might have to rethink this one.
#31- Stay Alive. A horror film not to be confused with the 1983 disco movie Staying Alive.
#32- The War Within. Another drama for Mister.
Hey, notice there aren’t any romantical movies? WTF?? I think I’m getting ripped off here. Hmmm…
I’m not gonna tag anyone, but feel free to borrow the idea for a post!
03.11.07
Even my nails ache
Yesterday Mister and I cleaned the SHIT out of the house. I’m talking ceiling to floors, and everything in between, were cleaned, scrubbed or wiped down. I’m seriously sore today, but damn, my house looks GOOD!
Mister took care of the kitchen for me, thank Gawd. He moved all the appliances, scrubbed them all down and scrubbed the floor underneath them. He also made some little handy additions in our kitchen by adding shelves here and a storage rack there. I love it when he gets bright ideas that make my life easier.
Me? While he was working on the kitchen for hours, I did everything else. (Hey, I’m SO not complaining either!) I washed every sheet and blanket we have in the house. Rugs and towels are next, today. See, this is vacation week, so that means my friends’ll be here in a matter of days. My family has been sick the last few weeks and I don’t want my beloved friends leaving with cold germs from my kids. Nuh-ugh, I don’t want to infect them while on vacation, because I know being sick on vacation sucks.
In other news, today is tamale making day. My grandma is coming over this morning and we’re going to be making tamales so I can take on vacation with us this week. I know the white people LOVE tamales *lol* so this is my gift to them.
Also, I’ve been elected to take over the tamale tradition at Christmas time, anyway, so right now is the perfect time for grandma to sit and show me how she does them. We’ll do a much smaller batch compared to that we do for Christmas Eve. Then my friends’ll get to take some home with them next week.
So that’s it. That’s all that is going on here in Cece’s world. Oh and I talked (texted) with Beth last night, she and Matt landed safely in San Diego about 10:00. So they are officially on vacation now! Tick…tock…tick…tock…just a few more days for me, too!
03.10.07
Would it be considered "Party Crashing?"
Back in December my cousin mentioned to us that in March her daughter turns 13 and she wants a big party complete with a D.J. Since then I’ve heard her mention it over the last few months. I asked her Which weekend in March? Because we’re going on vacation. Its this weekend, cool we’ll be able to make it!
I’m the type of party planning chick that not only sends out invitations, nearly two weeks prior to the party, but I have them customized, online, for a few bucks so I don’t have to spend an hour handwriting them. Not as personal? So what. I’m a busy mom who doesn’t always have time plus I’ve got Tendinitis in my hands and writing and addressing 20 invitations take a toll on my hands.
I’ve been expecting an invitation, in the mail, to the birthday party this weekend. At least by Wednesday, right? That’s late, I know, but that is how my family operates. *insert rolling eyes icon*
My grandma is in the hospital this week and my mom was visiting her when my grandma mentioned the birthday party on Saturday. Mom said Oh I didn’t know she was still doing that, none of us have heard anything about it til now. Next time grandma sees my cousin she tells her she’s rude for not inviting and reminding. My lame ass cousin figured since we all talked about it in December that she didn’t have to send invites. *insert second rolling eyes icon here*
By this point I’m annoyed because I know what’s coming next. We’re going to be getting a call on Friday night or Saturday morning about the party. I’m the type of person who hates to go last minute shopping for gifts. HATE IT! My family is infamous for that sort of shit, though. But that’s them.
Because I wanted to be a bitch and make a statement I told Mister We weren’t invited or informed, I say we don’t go! (even though we informally been invited) He says we should go. I want to but I also want to be a petty bitch and boycott the party. Mister says we should show up late, eat, get drunk, act the fool and take TWO plates of food to go! *lol* Yeah, that’s my man! Don’t fuck with him or he’ll embarrass us all!
So whatcha think? Go or boycott? Is it party crashing? I told Mister if we go I don’t have time to go shopping for a gift. He wants to show up without a gift just because that is how my cousin does it at times. No matter what, I could never do that. I’ve got more class than that!
WWYD?
