LIVE!
I'm questioning my journalistic skills everytime I come to make another entry.
On the bus ride from school, sitting there with a GMAT application, which by the way, I am so far from ever taking the GMAT [2 yrs and one kid have been calculated into this, into how far I actually am from taking it], and it puzzled me. It made me feel like I was a Senior at the local high school, filling out the SAT exam paper, which by the way, I feel asleep during the whole SAT and managed to get a 990. I guess filling out your name is worth a lot of points.
Life is such a box of chocolates and if your like me, you bite into all of them, just so you get the one you want. Than you discard the box, because your eating the only good flavor in the box, which to me is chocolate in chocolate.
Right. So there I was on that lonely bus ride, around my fellow MetroCard abusers, pondering the next year. I'm going to be a mom. Who said that? My mom's going to be a grandmother. Mrs. Elizabeth loves saying Grandma now as if it's like calling her P-Diddy. It's just that fabulous to her. Odd.
If I can have someone call me mom. I was thinking more like "E". In high school I was in my friend's house and they all called the mom "Rosa". See. It works! You can respect your mom and not call her mom, I think I like this concept.
Regardless how this tale unfolds, which it seems to be unfolding at the slowest rate, like when you were little and you literally counted the days to Christmas on a calendar, I can't believe I'll be a Mom.
Sigh. Odd this year. Odd. I mean like when you throw a penny in the air and you call odds, there's always that 50/50 chance your going to land it... Guess what? I hit Odds! I'M RICH BITCH!
I'm waiting for my chocolate chip cookies to bake. I ate half the dough and realized a solid cookie wouldn't be so bad right now.
I'm Mastering in Journalism. My mom's new question "What will that do?"
It will have me doing this. This exact thing I'm doing at this moment, cursing at the labtop, writing my thoughts, struggling with the future of Arthritis and Carpul Tunnel, creeping in...
But instead I'll be getting paid.
The penny is in the air...
PLEASE BE ODD
On the bus ride from school, sitting there with a GMAT application, which by the way, I am so far from ever taking the GMAT [2 yrs and one kid have been calculated into this, into how far I actually am from taking it], and it puzzled me. It made me feel like I was a Senior at the local high school, filling out the SAT exam paper, which by the way, I feel asleep during the whole SAT and managed to get a 990. I guess filling out your name is worth a lot of points.
Life is such a box of chocolates and if your like me, you bite into all of them, just so you get the one you want. Than you discard the box, because your eating the only good flavor in the box, which to me is chocolate in chocolate.
Right. So there I was on that lonely bus ride, around my fellow MetroCard abusers, pondering the next year. I'm going to be a mom. Who said that? My mom's going to be a grandmother. Mrs. Elizabeth loves saying Grandma now as if it's like calling her P-Diddy. It's just that fabulous to her. Odd.
If I can have someone call me mom. I was thinking more like "E". In high school I was in my friend's house and they all called the mom "Rosa". See. It works! You can respect your mom and not call her mom, I think I like this concept.
Regardless how this tale unfolds, which it seems to be unfolding at the slowest rate, like when you were little and you literally counted the days to Christmas on a calendar, I can't believe I'll be a Mom.
Sigh. Odd this year. Odd. I mean like when you throw a penny in the air and you call odds, there's always that 50/50 chance your going to land it... Guess what? I hit Odds! I'M RICH BITCH!
I'm waiting for my chocolate chip cookies to bake. I ate half the dough and realized a solid cookie wouldn't be so bad right now.
I'm Mastering in Journalism. My mom's new question "What will that do?"
It will have me doing this. This exact thing I'm doing at this moment, cursing at the labtop, writing my thoughts, struggling with the future of Arthritis and Carpul Tunnel, creeping in...
But instead I'll be getting paid.
The penny is in the air...
PLEASE BE ODD