Rule 1: Life Isn't Fair

Rule 2: Life doesn't always work out the way you want it too.

Rule 3: Change is inevitable.

Yup. All of the above is true. Life isn't fair, it doesn't ever work out the way you planned, probably b/c your plans changed without you knowing it. Can we throw in some rule about Men sucking, about them being a lying sack of empty promises or about being selfish pricks? Are men so fucking selfish b/c never, never will they ever give birth and not know what its like to be completely selfless. What the fuck is their problem? Okay you Men, what do you have to say for yourself?

June bloom

I hear that's the lingo in So Cal (is Long Beach considered southern California?). Anyhow, I managed somehow to get past the windy season and make it to summer. I didn't kill anyone and I think I still have a job. I have a busy lineup for, oh let's say the next 6 months. I'm getting married next month, starting a new school year the following month and then going against an orals board in Sept/Oct (need to start studying for that sometime in the near future). Then it back to finishing up another semester, and soon it will be Christmas. Wow, how time flies when you're having fun....

Fuck you too

Woah, such language but I've been feeling more and more like saying that to a majority of people. Sometimes it's people I know and sometimes it's people I don't know. I think it's a mixture of lack of patience, the wind, my own level of tolerance for stupid people and my general bitchy nature. Thank God March is nearly half over. Of course, like always, there's a bunch of shit I have to get done, all before May, so it's really a bad thing that March is half over. This means I'm running out of time for all the work stuff and school stuff, never mind the house crap (like watering a lawn, cleaning, laundry, etc.). Okay, so it's late, I've got an early AM meeting, a full day's worth of work to put in, and babysitting to contend with tomorrow night. All in a superhero's day.

Windy Season

So its offically the Windy Season in Las Cruces. But no worries, I have a 22. I am going out Monday given the weather is decent. Its been nearly 2 months since I have blogged on here. I have been busy with school, work, parenting, and a man friend. I hate to call him my boyfriend because it makes me sound like I am 15 again. But we have been going out now for four months now. It seems a little longer than that in a good way. I took his Sahara out for a ride today with Serena. She laughed at me when I stalled the Jeep, but was quite patient when it took me five minutes to throw it into reverse, damn sixth gear. We had a blast driving it and being that high above the crowd. I also got my first tan of the year. Now I am not white anymore. Well sorry for the sloppy typos. I am blogging from my phone in bed. Its a sad life when I am too lazy to turn on my laptop and hsve to surf the net from my phone. What has the world come to?

Hello 2009

It happened, I knew it would, if I just waited long enough. A new year, for most people this means something. A new year, a fresh start, a new person. Not me, I don't change, if I want a fresh start, I just go to bed and begin a new day. A new year means nothing to me, probably because I live on a day to day basis rather than a year by year basis. I freaked out the other day because I forgot how old I was, since I was born in a year ending with a zero, it's easy for me to figure out how old I am. So I thought about what year it was and realized I was that old too, but then also remembered, I will be that old, but not quite there. Then I freaked out because my friends are turning that old and one of my girl friends is turning 30 this year. Which for her really is fine, she's married and has a child. Age is welcomed to those with their lives together.

Even though I freaked out about being almost 30, I tell people all the time I'm 30. It's easier and I am not really sure there is a difference between 28 and 30. Though I don't have my life together, I have done it all, graduated several times, married, child bearing. I think the only experiences I have left is for my parents to pass away and myself. Those would be the last milestones, so to speak. Therefore, I too, welcome age. I am proud of being this old, which I think is old when it comes to remembering experiences (like high school seems so recent) but then old when I think about how I knew people who were my age and I use to think that was so old. Whatever, I don't think that being old is a bad thing. Besides, I was born 35.