Here We Go Again...

Spring semester 2010...

I should be excited that this is my LAST semester of my Master's program. But instead, I will say BOOOOOOO to school being back in session. I am sooooooo over it.  Thesis = too much time studying and not enough time playing with Ava.

To my professors this semester (and every other semester)--your classes are not the ONLY thing your students have going on in their lives. We work, we have families, and we like to just hang out sometimes. So telling us on the first day of class EVREY semester that we should plan on spending a minimum of 6 hours on homework each week PER CLASS in addition to the three hours we have to actually sit in class is just stupid. Eighteen hours of school or school related work each week is ridiculous. And I'm not going to do that. So, you can grade me accordingly.

To the Cashier's office at SDSU--I have already spent $20,000 on this program. The fact that you told me that in order to "officially" graduate and receive my diploma I have to pay you $55 dollars, is also stupid. I realize that in the grand scheme of things, $55 is really not a lot of money, especially because I have already spent $20,000. However, I feel that because I have already spent a substantial amount of time and money on this program, and helped raise your school's GPA with my GPA being so high, you should just GIVE ME THE DAMN DIPLOMA AND NOT MAKE ME PAY FOR IT!

Thank you.

Saturday Night Fever

January 16th...

Picture day--success.

Ava's birthday party--success.

Midnight the same night--the cradle was rocked--violently.

I have always known that I don't "do" puke. It's gross. I thought that when I became a mom that things would change. At least, that's what everyone told me. "It's different when it's your own child." Sorry people, but that is a bunch of BS. Puke is puke, no matter if it is your kid's or the kid of someone else, it is still gross. Seriously gross.  And to all of the people that told me that I would be able to handle it when it was "my own kid, " I would like to say, you were wrong. It still smells like bile, it still makes a huge mess, and it still DID NOT prevent me from gagging each and every time until it happened to me too.

So to all the moms that like to tell people stories about how gross things aren't really gross if it is your own kid, please stop. You are not helping anyone with your little white lies. Thank you.

God help me if there is ever a broken bone or mass quantities of blood. We will all be in trouble.

What?

Good News...

--Ava went to the dentist and there was no underlying tooth or gum damage.

Bad news...

--The hockey Jersey I ordered her for the obvious photo opportunity is on backorder.


On another note...

I was at SDSU this morning to take my FINAL section of the CSET so I can finally clear my California credential. It was early. Really early. And I didn't want to be there. At all. As I was wallowing in my misery waiting for the test to begin (because you have get there 45 MINUTES EARLY--for what, I don't know) in the row closest to the door, I heard something that picked up my spirits immediately and made me laugh right out loud. So loud, in fact, that I apologized to those sitting around me. This is what I heard from the squirrely girl in the row closest to the window (that's right, like 10 rows away from me--it was a big room):

Squirrely Girl: Can I go to the bathroom?

Proctor: No, you have already checked in so you have to wait until the test begins and then I can let you go. Probably in about 15 minutes.

Squirrely Girl: But I will be able to go whenever I need to, right?

Proctor: Yes, you will be able to go as many times as you need.

At this point, Squirrely Girl should have accepted the answer and saved herself some embarrassment. Instead, this is what followed:

Squirrely Girl: Okay, good. Because I have a condition. Whenever I get really excited, I have to pee. A lot. And sometimes I can't control it. So I need a bathroom close by.

Oh Squirrely Girl, WHAT???? You have a condition? Really? And it happens whenever you get really excited? Are you a dog? Because I have plenty of friends who have dogs that do the same thing. Remind me to NEVER invite you over for a party! Maybe you could make some extra cash dog sitting for my friends while they come over! And why are you EXCITED about taking a test. You might want to look deeper into that one. I'm really not trying to be mean, but COME ON! And she said it loud enough for the ENTIRE ROOM to hear it. I wasn't eavesdropping (because we all know that is one of my favorite things to do), that one just fell into my lap. I literally laughed so hard when she said that that a little bit of snot might have come out of my nose. It would have been a better story if I had peed a little.

So, Squirrely Girl, I would like to thank you for bringing me out of my test-taking funk with perfect timing. Kudos, girl. :)

Tough Nugget

Toothless...

Poor Ava...she is a little disaster. At the age of two, she still hasn't figured out that if you are going to fall on your face, especially from the third step of metal stairs, you really should put your hands out so your face doesn't break your fall. Another factor leading to the face-first-fall was that she was holding a Thomas the Train toy in her hand. She doesn't give up Thomas for anything--not even for pavement and metal zooming toward her face. Now she has a missing tooth--including the entire root--to put under her pillow for the Tooth Fairy.

Suck Factor #1:

• It was the tooth next to the very front one, on the right, on the bottom. The reason that this is suck factor #1 is because when she smiles, only her bottom teeth show. This could call for tricky photography skills by Jake & me for the next few years.

Suck Factor #2:

• We have had to reschedule her pictures for this year several times due to work conflicts. It looks as though we waited one week too long.

Suck Factor #3:

• It probably hurts. (This maybe should have been suck factor #1)
  

On the Bright Side:

• She will look perfectly normal in about 5 years.

On the Even Brighter Side:

• This could have been a much bigger disaster if she had also split her face open. But she didn't. As a matter of fact, she doesn't even have a scratch on her face or her mouth...inside or out. So, there will be no scars to remind her of the accident.

She is seriously one tough little nugget. She didn't even cry when it happened. Until she had her mouth rinsed out. Apparently, she does not like that at all. Other than that, you would never even know she lost a tooth! Unless, of course, you look at her.

P.S. Her dental coverage started January 1st!!

New Digs

what, wHAt??

New Religion jeans, Coach wristlet, Gap khaki spring jacket, yoga pants...I love you outlet mall. I love you very much. :)