You all have been with me through this whole year of school and have been the best supporters EVER! I wish I could do something super all kinds of exciting for each and every one of you, but sadly, I'm not rich (yet). But what I can offer you is the truth. I've never once lied to anybody on my blog. I've told y'all about the deepest darkest hole I was in when I was depressed about my mom's death. I mentioned Dirty's anxiety and never once did I get a comment telling me to grow up or get over something, you all have been SO amazing. And for that, I will confess to you that summer term SUCKED! Seriously sucked! I really enjoyed my psychology and health class, but typing and sociology, not so much. I WANTED to love sociology as much as I loved the other 2, but I couldn't. I could not grasp the theories or the theorists. I studied for every test and never once did I get anything above a C. I was so frustrated because I wanted SO badly to do well in this class and have everything stick, but it never happened. I ended up with a C in the class. The first time I've gotten a C in anything, in my college career, and I'm OK with it. I don't know if I'll take it again or not, but a C is what I got. It is what it is. I honestly did my best, that's pretty much all I can do.
Now typing is a completely different thing. I didn't struggle in this class because I can't type, obviously I can. I can actually type pretty fast. Getting the "home keys" down was a pain in the ass, but eventually I got em and ROCKED that class. Or so I thought....reading the syllabus is rule number ONE to succeed in college and guess who didn't do that? Yeah, that would be me. I was so focused on getting through the chapters and getting it over and done with that I didn't realize that all the work had to be turned in BEFORE finals week. So when I went to turn in my work the Monday of finals week and was told "I don't accept work the last week of term", I knew right then and there I failed the class. I screwed up, it's nobody's fault but my own, I own that. I got my first F and it feels just as shitty as I thought it would. I'm upset with myself, but also I know that beating myself up over it isn't going to change my grade. The best I can do is take it again in the fall or winter and get an A in it and hope that the ONE F on my transcripts won't screw up my chances of getting into the universities I want to get into to. Any thoughts?
The good thing about this is that if I'm going to fail a class, failing a one credit class is the way to go. It didn't even effect my GPA much, my GPA went from a 3.76 to a 3.70...so if I'm going to put a positive spin on this whole thing, that's going to be it.
So, yeah...that sucks, but life isn't over and I know it's my fault and I can do better and I will.
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 20, 2010
OUR HOUSE!
And that's OUR new house. We love it and are looking forward to putting some work into it to make it OURS.
Aug 14, 2010
Teaching Lessons
I did take pictures but I can't find the thingy that I put my SD card in to load the pictures from my phone. I think its in the junk drawer, but I'm afraid to look in there because Dirty has been putting EVERYTHING in that drawer. I'll look and take more pictures tonight. I must warn you though...there are boxes and bags still unpacked, not to mention UGLY curtains and paint on the walls. Just sayin...
Anyway, I had to share something with all of you and I just KNOW you will appreciate it! My favorite class this term was psychology, best class EVAH! We ended up having an amazing class discussion about various diseases that could be tested if one was to do IVF. Of course me being the crusader of making at least ONE class discussion on this topic, I was the one who started it and peppered my professor with all my questions. It was going great until this one *deep breath* woman (and I use this term LIGHTLY) said the most insensitive thing ever! It took everything I had not to turn around and smack the stupid right out of her head. But because I know it wouldn't have done me any good, I just took a lot of deep breaths. When I mentioned that I know a lot of people doing IVF for infertility and some doing it for reasons so as not to pass on a disease to their child, the woman says "sounds like natural selection to me". I know, right?! Rage was flowing through my veins, I tell you! Instead of lowering myself to her level, I just mentioned "I had difficulties conceiving my son and he DOES deserve to be walking this planet just as much as anyone else". Of course you can't change stupid with one remark so I decided to do an extra credit project on infertility.
It was both amazing because I was teaching others who had no idea what infertility was and also I found a lot of information in my family"s history that I didn't know. When I came home from that class, I was so mad! I even texted Geek and Due and ranted and raved to them. Dirty got the brunt of it though, poor guy. He tried to defend her saying "she might have had a bad experience with infertility and is lashing out." And if that were the case, I would have forgiven her, but it wasn't, she was just being ignorant and stupid. Not to mention the fact that she offended me and many of the people that I love so dearly.
When I talked to my professor about my project she said it was a great idea and even though she didn't name any names, she said "it would be good for others in our class to see a side of infertility that not many see." She also counseled a couple of infertile couples during her career and has some friends who have gone through treatments. So the scene was set and I worked on my project for a few weeks and it turned out great. I presented it to the class and of course Stupid (I think that's a perfect name for her) asked what I was doing my project on and when I told her she said "I had issues with that too". OK, so my first impression was wrong, I guess...only it wasn't! She went up before me to present and said she had all FOUR of her kids easily and on "accident". WAIT, WHAT?! Clearly she doesn't know what "infertility" is, or even "sub fertile". I was totally giving her the benefit of the doubt until she said THAT! So when I went up, I made sure I explained what exactly infertility is so she doesn't make that mistake again. I also schooled my professor on a few terms ;o)
All in all it was a very interesting term in that class and I learned a lot. I'm *thinking* I might even minor in psychology, or at the VERY least take some psychology classes. If nothing else, they'll help me with my patients and hopefully be more sensitive to what others are going through. I know it's a HUGE load, but a girl can dream can't she?
Anyway, I had to share something with all of you and I just KNOW you will appreciate it! My favorite class this term was psychology, best class EVAH! We ended up having an amazing class discussion about various diseases that could be tested if one was to do IVF. Of course me being the crusader of making at least ONE class discussion on this topic, I was the one who started it and peppered my professor with all my questions. It was going great until this one *deep breath* woman (and I use this term LIGHTLY) said the most insensitive thing ever! It took everything I had not to turn around and smack the stupid right out of her head. But because I know it wouldn't have done me any good, I just took a lot of deep breaths. When I mentioned that I know a lot of people doing IVF for infertility and some doing it for reasons so as not to pass on a disease to their child, the woman says "sounds like natural selection to me". I know, right?! Rage was flowing through my veins, I tell you! Instead of lowering myself to her level, I just mentioned "I had difficulties conceiving my son and he DOES deserve to be walking this planet just as much as anyone else". Of course you can't change stupid with one remark so I decided to do an extra credit project on infertility.
It was both amazing because I was teaching others who had no idea what infertility was and also I found a lot of information in my family"s history that I didn't know. When I came home from that class, I was so mad! I even texted Geek and Due and ranted and raved to them. Dirty got the brunt of it though, poor guy. He tried to defend her saying "she might have had a bad experience with infertility and is lashing out." And if that were the case, I would have forgiven her, but it wasn't, she was just being ignorant and stupid. Not to mention the fact that she offended me and many of the people that I love so dearly.
When I talked to my professor about my project she said it was a great idea and even though she didn't name any names, she said "it would be good for others in our class to see a side of infertility that not many see." She also counseled a couple of infertile couples during her career and has some friends who have gone through treatments. So the scene was set and I worked on my project for a few weeks and it turned out great. I presented it to the class and of course Stupid (I think that's a perfect name for her) asked what I was doing my project on and when I told her she said "I had issues with that too". OK, so my first impression was wrong, I guess...only it wasn't! She went up before me to present and said she had all FOUR of her kids easily and on "accident". WAIT, WHAT?! Clearly she doesn't know what "infertility" is, or even "sub fertile". I was totally giving her the benefit of the doubt until she said THAT! So when I went up, I made sure I explained what exactly infertility is so she doesn't make that mistake again. I also schooled my professor on a few terms ;o)
All in all it was a very interesting term in that class and I learned a lot. I'm *thinking* I might even minor in psychology, or at the VERY least take some psychology classes. If nothing else, they'll help me with my patients and hopefully be more sensitive to what others are going through. I know it's a HUGE load, but a girl can dream can't she?
Aug 12, 2010
Getting Settled
So, we got the house! We finally got the keys almost 2 weeks ago. It's been the craziest two weeks I've ever had in my life! There's been MANY hours of no sleep, a few fights, a few tantrums, and a few "WTF?! Are you serious" moments, but on the whole it's going...well-ish.
The only thing that's sucked, besides not getting any sleep, is moving all my dad's stuff and coming across my mom's stuff. Reality is a bitch, yo! We were unloading the uhaul and came across her leg braces and the bag we brought home from the hospital after she passed. That was not fun. I ran into the bathroom, hoping to make it into the shower before the meltdown started, but I only made it to the bathroom floor. So very glamorous crying on the bathroom floor into a towel that we use to soak up water after we get out of the shower. Dirty came in and let me have my little breakdown and it's been going on and off ever since. Not to mention finals have been this week and we got a puppy. Yeah, no sleep here for me.
My dad has AT LEAST 10 years worth of stuff. Before my mom died, she was the one who made him throw various papers and knick knacks away, he hasn't done ANY of that since before she got sick. Not only does he have years of stuff, he's also acquired MORE stuff. I swear he has 5 entertainment centers and 3 desks, not even kidding! Oh well, we're getting through it, day by day. My lil sis has been here helping, so that's been a plus. I don't think I could handle going through all that stuff, emotionally by myself. I would throw it all away because I wouldn't want to randomly come across it. Reality isn't my strong suit, it's a work in progress.
Having my mom's stuff here is weird, but I'm slowly getting use to it. I don't love it because it still hurts too much, but I'll get there. In the meant time I'm trying to pass my sociology class and try not to kill anyone.
Hope everyone is well. I have a six week vacation starting after my final today and I plan to catch up with everyone!
*HUGS*
The only thing that's sucked, besides not getting any sleep, is moving all my dad's stuff and coming across my mom's stuff. Reality is a bitch, yo! We were unloading the uhaul and came across her leg braces and the bag we brought home from the hospital after she passed. That was not fun. I ran into the bathroom, hoping to make it into the shower before the meltdown started, but I only made it to the bathroom floor. So very glamorous crying on the bathroom floor into a towel that we use to soak up water after we get out of the shower. Dirty came in and let me have my little breakdown and it's been going on and off ever since. Not to mention finals have been this week and we got a puppy. Yeah, no sleep here for me.
My dad has AT LEAST 10 years worth of stuff. Before my mom died, she was the one who made him throw various papers and knick knacks away, he hasn't done ANY of that since before she got sick. Not only does he have years of stuff, he's also acquired MORE stuff. I swear he has 5 entertainment centers and 3 desks, not even kidding! Oh well, we're getting through it, day by day. My lil sis has been here helping, so that's been a plus. I don't think I could handle going through all that stuff, emotionally by myself. I would throw it all away because I wouldn't want to randomly come across it. Reality isn't my strong suit, it's a work in progress.
Having my mom's stuff here is weird, but I'm slowly getting use to it. I don't love it because it still hurts too much, but I'll get there. In the meant time I'm trying to pass my sociology class and try not to kill anyone.
Hope everyone is well. I have a six week vacation starting after my final today and I plan to catch up with everyone!
*HUGS*
Jul 11, 2010
An Open Letter to My Haters
Dear Haters,
I am perfectly aware you hate me, BELIEVE me I am. Just because I smile at you and engage you in conversation, does not mean you can go to my friends and talk shit about me because you think I don't know. I do this for a few reasons 1) it's going to piss you off THAT much more. 2) I really don't care that you hate me and 3) I have enough friends that don't talk shit about me, that I don't need you. You see, my parents raised me to be polite even when there's nothing more I'd like to do then rip your eyes out and tell you exactly how I feel. But I don't do this because it won't do me any good, I know there is NOTHING I can do to make you change your mind about me. You can continue to hate me for whatever reason you hate me, but the minute you start saying something about me being a bad mom, all bets are off. Y'all have said it in the past and I've ignored it because really? I'm the bad mom because I go out a few times a month and leave my children WITH THEIR FATHER?! The man who has fathered BOTH my children and I'm STILL married to? I know it's a new concept for you, being married to a man for 17 years and all, but it's true. And all your shit talking isn't going to change that. You're even welcome to call my husband and tell him I flirt with other men if you'd like. Sadly for you, he won't be pissed off because he already knows.I'm just letting you all know so there is no misunderstanding when I go off on you the next time you decide to question my mothering abilities.
Oh and that rumor you all keep talking about? I will neither deny it nor will I confirm it. Why? Because it cracks me up that you think I slept with him. You can whisper behind my back ALL you want and glare at me when I walk into a room, it isn't going to stop me from having a good time. You are even welcome to talk tell everyone I talk to that I'm a thief and all I do is try to scam men for free drinks. They already know! Men know what goes on at bars, they aren't stupid and they don't need you protecting them. Also? I'm a fun person and whomever I talk to will realize you're an ugly jealous person fairly quickly.
Thank you for making my life interesting though. It's never a dull moment when y'all are around.
Sincerely,
Beautiful Mess
I am perfectly aware you hate me, BELIEVE me I am. Just because I smile at you and engage you in conversation, does not mean you can go to my friends and talk shit about me because you think I don't know. I do this for a few reasons 1) it's going to piss you off THAT much more. 2) I really don't care that you hate me and 3) I have enough friends that don't talk shit about me, that I don't need you. You see, my parents raised me to be polite even when there's nothing more I'd like to do then rip your eyes out and tell you exactly how I feel. But I don't do this because it won't do me any good, I know there is NOTHING I can do to make you change your mind about me. You can continue to hate me for whatever reason you hate me, but the minute you start saying something about me being a bad mom, all bets are off. Y'all have said it in the past and I've ignored it because really? I'm the bad mom because I go out a few times a month and leave my children WITH THEIR FATHER?! The man who has fathered BOTH my children and I'm STILL married to? I know it's a new concept for you, being married to a man for 17 years and all, but it's true. And all your shit talking isn't going to change that. You're even welcome to call my husband and tell him I flirt with other men if you'd like. Sadly for you, he won't be pissed off because he already knows.I'm just letting you all know so there is no misunderstanding when I go off on you the next time you decide to question my mothering abilities.
Oh and that rumor you all keep talking about? I will neither deny it nor will I confirm it. Why? Because it cracks me up that you think I slept with him. You can whisper behind my back ALL you want and glare at me when I walk into a room, it isn't going to stop me from having a good time. You are even welcome to talk tell everyone I talk to that I'm a thief and all I do is try to scam men for free drinks. They already know! Men know what goes on at bars, they aren't stupid and they don't need you protecting them. Also? I'm a fun person and whomever I talk to will realize you're an ugly jealous person fairly quickly.
Thank you for making my life interesting though. It's never a dull moment when y'all are around.
Sincerely,
Beautiful Mess
Jul 1, 2010
Decisions
It is really difficult to find time to blog AND do homework, feels like it's either one or the other. I'm a little ahead in homework, which is why I can blog. I read most of my blogs last night so now I can blog. YAY!!!
I ended up with 2 B's last term! Not OK! I knew I was going to get a B in writing, but I was NOT expecting a B in health. When I went back for summer term, I asked her about my grade and it turns out that she didn't count an essay I wrote. All I had to do was turn that in and she bumped my grade up to an A WOOOHOOO!! That made my GPA go up to 3.92, MUCH happier about that. Although, I do have to give myself props for NOT freaking out about my 2 B's. I was upset, obviously but I didn't end up in the corner in the fetal rocking back and forth crying. I say that's success!
This term is going GREAT! I love all my classes. I haven't even whined once when the weather is nice and I had to go to class. That's a lot of love for my classes!
I think I'm going to make some changes as far as school goes. My plan was to bust through fall term so I could apply to the nursing program in February, but I think I might wait. The nursing program I was going to apply too is really hard to get in and it's only offered every other year, but it's only a 2 year program. I think a 4 year program at a university will benefit me more. It'll be more work and difficult, but I think it will pay off in the end. There are about 3 colleges I want to go too, but I haven't made a concrete decision yet. I'm thinking Oregon State University because I know there are some fertility clinics in the area and I might be able to get to know the people that work there and at least get a toe in the door. But then again Portland State University has an AMAZING nursing program, so I just have no idea. I need to do some more research. BAH! Any advice?
So, we've been tryin to buy this damn house down the street for 7 months now and we're closer then we've ever been, so exciting! All of our bids are in, signed in blood, itemized just how Fannie Mae likes it. Our Realtor is a dumbass, our 2nd extension was approved but the 3rd wasn't because we asked for an extension until the 10th, apparently that's a weekend and the government doesn't work on the weekends. So we had to put in ANOTHER one, which was approved (thank Goddess) but shouldn't our Realtor know that? Then my dad had to call her yesterday because if the extension wasn't approved by 5pm, we would have been shit out of luck. She never called us, we had to call her. I can NOT wait until I don't have to talk to this woman again, she is seriously dumb as a box of rocks and has NO idea what she is doing. I dislike her.....a lot!
That's pretty much it on my end. Hope ya'll are doing well. Miss you all SO much!
I ended up with 2 B's last term! Not OK! I knew I was going to get a B in writing, but I was NOT expecting a B in health. When I went back for summer term, I asked her about my grade and it turns out that she didn't count an essay I wrote. All I had to do was turn that in and she bumped my grade up to an A WOOOHOOO!! That made my GPA go up to 3.92, MUCH happier about that. Although, I do have to give myself props for NOT freaking out about my 2 B's. I was upset, obviously but I didn't end up in the corner in the fetal rocking back and forth crying. I say that's success!
This term is going GREAT! I love all my classes. I haven't even whined once when the weather is nice and I had to go to class. That's a lot of love for my classes!
I think I'm going to make some changes as far as school goes. My plan was to bust through fall term so I could apply to the nursing program in February, but I think I might wait. The nursing program I was going to apply too is really hard to get in and it's only offered every other year, but it's only a 2 year program. I think a 4 year program at a university will benefit me more. It'll be more work and difficult, but I think it will pay off in the end. There are about 3 colleges I want to go too, but I haven't made a concrete decision yet. I'm thinking Oregon State University because I know there are some fertility clinics in the area and I might be able to get to know the people that work there and at least get a toe in the door. But then again Portland State University has an AMAZING nursing program, so I just have no idea. I need to do some more research. BAH! Any advice?
So, we've been tryin to buy this damn house down the street for 7 months now and we're closer then we've ever been, so exciting! All of our bids are in, signed in blood, itemized just how Fannie Mae likes it. Our Realtor is a dumbass, our 2nd extension was approved but the 3rd wasn't because we asked for an extension until the 10th, apparently that's a weekend and the government doesn't work on the weekends. So we had to put in ANOTHER one, which was approved (thank Goddess) but shouldn't our Realtor know that? Then my dad had to call her yesterday because if the extension wasn't approved by 5pm, we would have been shit out of luck. She never called us, we had to call her. I can NOT wait until I don't have to talk to this woman again, she is seriously dumb as a box of rocks and has NO idea what she is doing. I dislike her.....a lot!
That's pretty much it on my end. Hope ya'll are doing well. Miss you all SO much!
Jun 11, 2010
Real Quick....
...because I'm suppose to be studying. Today is my final FINAL!!! Awwww yeah! I have a whole! week! off! before I start summer school. I'm hoping the classes I chose are pretty low key so I will be able to have some sort of summer, if not....oh well. I've had a lot of summers off, it's time to not have a summer off.
As of yesterday, I have an A in two classes. I took my medical terminology final on Tuesday, got an A on it and an A in the class...w00tz! Thursday was my math final and I was crawling out of my skin all day long! I was going over my notes, reworking equations, and freaking out. As I was taking the test my mind went blank, I didn't panic, took some deep breaths and did what I knew and the others came to me. Not as much as I would have liked, but a B+ on a math final is just fine with me. Honestly I could have gotten a D on that test and still ended up with an A, thankfully that didn't happen and I secured a 94%...not to bad, I say!
I'm going to switch topics here real quick because I'd like to know what ya'll think. There is a little boy Kyron Horman, 7 years old who went missing almost a week ago and there is a state wide search for this little guy. He's 7 years old and his school didn't notify his parents he wasn't in class, so nobody knew he was missing until almost 4PM. Obviously there are rumors flying around about his disappearance, but that isn't what I want to discuss. I've heard a lot of talk about blaming his school, his mother, his step mother, and many many others. I can't blame anyone, I don't know what happened to this little boy. What I do know, is that this whole situation is making me sick to my stomach. I can't even tell you how many times I've cried watching the news or reading FB updates. I don't want to turn this into "what if that were my kid", but I also can't help it.
Kyron is about the same age as Zilla and this could EASILY, too easily, be my kid. Not only because of Kyron's and Zilla's age, but because he went missing at school. That almost happened to us not very long ago when we found Zilla in the parking lot at his school. When I raised a stink about it, I wasn't taken seriously. I ended up dropping it because nobody was helping me and Dirty and I just made sure to tell Zilla to stay by the front of the school and be there to pick him up before it got to crowded at the school. We've had many conversations with Zilla about who he's to go home with and who he isn't, especially since he's been asking about Kyron.
The one thing I do know is that the school screwed up, not only with Zilla but also with Kyron. It IS the school's job to make sure the children that attend there are safe. I get it, they have a lot of children, believe me I get that. That doesn't take away the fact that the schools are responsible for the children while they are in attendance there. They are responsible for their safety during school hours and to make sure they have a safe way to get home. If a child walks home, the teachers should be aware of that, if a child is being picked up by a parent or someone else in a vehicle, the teachers should know this as well. The children should have a designated area to wait and if they are 6 years old, they should NOT be walking around the DAMN parking lot. Obviously this is my view on it, but no only because I found my kid almost in the parking lot, but because of Kyron. Do you KNOW how easily it would have been for someone to take my son? Nobody would have know until I couldn't find him. That thought right there makes me want to throw up. Ya'll would be seeing me and Dirty on every damn news channel begging for my child to come home. I don't want that to be me or my life, obviously. But the similarities are just TOO close for me to just ignore them. Here's where I need your help, I need you to tell me if this thought is a rational one or if I'm overacting. I want to write the principal at Zilla's school an email. I want to tell him the reason why I freaked out on them December was because bad stuff can and DOES happen to children. I want to tell him that the way his school does pick up is ridiculous, its unorganized and nobody knows where they belong. I'm almost tempted to have someone who isn't on Zilla's pick up list to get him from school, but I'm pretty sure that would just back fire in my face. I already shot myself in the foot one time, don't really need to do it again. All I want is for the principal that his school is immune from this shit because it isn't. Just because we live in a small city doesn't mean we don't have perverts living here, because sadly we do. All I know if something happens to one of my kids and the school could have done something to prevent it, ya'll are gonna see my on the national news...
So do you think I should write the email or am I over thinking this whole thing? Be honest, brutally even. OK, I'm off to study for my final. I will be back later and read through and comment on blogs! OMG I am SO behind. Miss ya'll!
*HUGS*
As of yesterday, I have an A in two classes. I took my medical terminology final on Tuesday, got an A on it and an A in the class...w00tz! Thursday was my math final and I was crawling out of my skin all day long! I was going over my notes, reworking equations, and freaking out. As I was taking the test my mind went blank, I didn't panic, took some deep breaths and did what I knew and the others came to me. Not as much as I would have liked, but a B+ on a math final is just fine with me. Honestly I could have gotten a D on that test and still ended up with an A, thankfully that didn't happen and I secured a 94%...not to bad, I say!
I'm going to switch topics here real quick because I'd like to know what ya'll think. There is a little boy Kyron Horman, 7 years old who went missing almost a week ago and there is a state wide search for this little guy. He's 7 years old and his school didn't notify his parents he wasn't in class, so nobody knew he was missing until almost 4PM. Obviously there are rumors flying around about his disappearance, but that isn't what I want to discuss. I've heard a lot of talk about blaming his school, his mother, his step mother, and many many others. I can't blame anyone, I don't know what happened to this little boy. What I do know, is that this whole situation is making me sick to my stomach. I can't even tell you how many times I've cried watching the news or reading FB updates. I don't want to turn this into "what if that were my kid", but I also can't help it.
Kyron is about the same age as Zilla and this could EASILY, too easily, be my kid. Not only because of Kyron's and Zilla's age, but because he went missing at school. That almost happened to us not very long ago when we found Zilla in the parking lot at his school. When I raised a stink about it, I wasn't taken seriously. I ended up dropping it because nobody was helping me and Dirty and I just made sure to tell Zilla to stay by the front of the school and be there to pick him up before it got to crowded at the school. We've had many conversations with Zilla about who he's to go home with and who he isn't, especially since he's been asking about Kyron.
The one thing I do know is that the school screwed up, not only with Zilla but also with Kyron. It IS the school's job to make sure the children that attend there are safe. I get it, they have a lot of children, believe me I get that. That doesn't take away the fact that the schools are responsible for the children while they are in attendance there. They are responsible for their safety during school hours and to make sure they have a safe way to get home. If a child walks home, the teachers should be aware of that, if a child is being picked up by a parent or someone else in a vehicle, the teachers should know this as well. The children should have a designated area to wait and if they are 6 years old, they should NOT be walking around the DAMN parking lot. Obviously this is my view on it, but no only because I found my kid almost in the parking lot, but because of Kyron. Do you KNOW how easily it would have been for someone to take my son? Nobody would have know until I couldn't find him. That thought right there makes me want to throw up. Ya'll would be seeing me and Dirty on every damn news channel begging for my child to come home. I don't want that to be me or my life, obviously. But the similarities are just TOO close for me to just ignore them. Here's where I need your help, I need you to tell me if this thought is a rational one or if I'm overacting. I want to write the principal at Zilla's school an email. I want to tell him the reason why I freaked out on them December was because bad stuff can and DOES happen to children. I want to tell him that the way his school does pick up is ridiculous, its unorganized and nobody knows where they belong. I'm almost tempted to have someone who isn't on Zilla's pick up list to get him from school, but I'm pretty sure that would just back fire in my face. I already shot myself in the foot one time, don't really need to do it again. All I want is for the principal that his school is immune from this shit because it isn't. Just because we live in a small city doesn't mean we don't have perverts living here, because sadly we do. All I know if something happens to one of my kids and the school could have done something to prevent it, ya'll are gonna see my on the national news...
So do you think I should write the email or am I over thinking this whole thing? Be honest, brutally even. OK, I'm off to study for my final. I will be back later and read through and comment on blogs! OMG I am SO behind. Miss ya'll!
*HUGS*
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