ABCs of me

Ok, so I found this thing on someone's facebook, and I thought it would be pretty awesome to do it as a mini 'filler' blog. (I'm gonna work on a new full entry tonight, my one class ends pretty much tonight so I'll have time.)

ABCs of Me.

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A - Age: 26

B - Best Friends name: I have 3, Dee, Elisha, and Brittani

C - Car I want: Trans Am, preferably the Smokey and the Bandit edition. Other than that, a late 90s Mustang convertible like my mom used to have. 

D - Dad's name: John Stein Sr. 

E - Essential item you cant live without: Laptop. Use it for school, social, and movies. 

F - Favorite Food: Ice Cream or BBQ sauce covered items. 

G - Games i love: Final Fantasy, X-Men Destiny, Sonic, Just Dance

H - Height: 5'7"

I - Influential words: Wit without measure is God's greatest Treasure.

J - Job title: Stay at home mom and Full time college student

K - Kid(s): 1, a daughter.

L - Last Time i called off from work: Back when I worked at Movie Starz

M - Mom's name: Tina Stein

N - Nicknames: B. 

O - Only place you will not go: The Iraqi nations, and not because I think they're all evil or something, but I would not risk myself getting hurt by the people who ARE evil. 

P - People you dislike: My ex, my other half's ex. 

Q - Quote from a movie: "Hey hey hey... It's me." Wolverine
"Prove it." Cyclops
"You're a Dick."  Wolverine

"...Ok. ^_^"  Cyclops -X-men the Movie 1

R - Right or left handed: Right

S - Siblings: 1 brother

T- Time you stop answering your phone: Unless it's family, anywhere between 8 and 9, pending on my mood. 

U- Underwater type of person?: Yep! I'm a fish when I'm not keeping track of a toddler learning to swim!

V - Vegetable you dislike: Peas. I effing HATE peas. 

W - Ways to get out of Jury Duty: I dunno. I've always wanted to do Jury Duty. 

X - X-rays you've had: Chest, Ankle, Hand, Neck, and maybe more.

Y - Yummy food you make: Homemade Pizza, homemade Enchiladas

Z - Zoo favorite: PANDAS! I LOVE PANDAS! 

Some Debaters are idiots.

What is it with people who try and debate and get pissed off when the debate doesn’t go their way?

Seriously, there’s this chick on this parenting forum I’m on, we’ll call her J. Well, J has no idea how to debate. She simply spouts her opinion when debating, or uses her situations she’s been in as the god’s honest truth and the only way things can be. If she did it, you can too! She refuses to acknowledge that things are not always black and white or cut and dry, and if you point that out, she brings up irrelevant crap to try and ‘best’ you. It doesn’t work, and she always leaves in a huff after attempting and failing to make others look stupid.

My thing is… WHY? It’s a debate, not every opinion will MATCH yours! People seem to forget that WAY too often!

People, I have noticed, take things in a debate personal. A food stamp debate has some people saying that many people abuse the system, which they do. Then someone hops on to say that well THEY don’t do it and people should leave it alone. That wasn’t the debate, the debate was whether or not people were abusing the system. Not whether or not YOU in particular were doing it. Hell, I’ve been there, I didn’t abuse the system, but I can say with all honesty that a LOT of people do.

It’s a debate. It’s not about opinions, it’s about facts.

If you are lacking in facts, then I think you may want to stay out of the debate area…

/end mini rant.

Summer College Mini Rant

I swear, college with a toddler is a pain in the ASS.

I have class 4 days a week, all the same class, and yes, we’re cramming ALL of the class into 5 weeks. So I’m pretty stressed out and tired and just blah. I’m ready to sleep by 4. I drag myself along and make myself all happy and in a decent mood to go pick up the runt, and we go home. And I friggin’ crash. Like, complete CRASH. I end up laying on the couch trying not to fall asleep, while I motivate myself to even open my text book or notes, and review from class. Or I go into booger’s room and watch a movie with her.

And I am DRAINED by 8. I continue dragging along, because the only time I get with the ‘hubs’ is from about 5:30 PM to 11 PM. And I relish and crave that time with him so much it hurts sometimes. He doesn’t get how much we miss Daddy during the day. And yeah, we know he’s tired. But sometimes we get so excited that we can’t help it… She wants to try and tell him about her day and I want to tell him about how the day went and hear about his day, and it gets overwhelming. I’ve been trying to reign it in more, and keep the kiddo calmer for a little while longer to let him unwind.

We can’t help that we love him and miss him. *smile*

To be honest though, I can’t WAIT until summer class, the one I have to go to the college for, is done and over with. I just want to take the kid to the pool on occasion and rest, not be running all over hell and creation getting her to the sitter, then all the way back into town, then ALL the way back to get her, then home. By the time I’m done, it’s over an hour total of driving and it’s tiring. I just want to sit by the pool one day a week with the snot nose, and bask like a giant turtle, absorbing the heat. I want a tan line for once! I wanna sit up there with a cool iced tea and watch her play with my cousin, swimming in the warm pool water…

Oh well. 2 more weeks, if that.

2 more full semesters and one more summer class until graduation!!! 

Screw June Cleaver!

So, I heard the other day about this “I’m not June Cleaver” challenge. I thought it was interesting… if not unbelievably stupid. Why anyone would compare themselves to June Cleaver and attempt to be the perfect housewife like that character is beyond me…

See this bitch? Fuck her and her perfect kitchen... 

Anyhow…

I thought about doing it. I really did. And while… yes, it’s an interesting concept… I don’t think it requires a 30 day challenge. Let me explain.

I am fully aware that I am not the perfect housewife or mother. NO ONE is. June Cleaver even wasn’t. Some could speculate that she was stunting her kids’ emotional and mental growth by being television’s first helicopter mom, in a way. My mother was not perfect. My grandmother was not perfect. My aunts are not perfect, I am not perfect, my friend Dee is not perfect.

That said, we’re all still damn good mothers. We all have our faults… My mother was over-clingy. My grandmother had an unhealthy love for all things shoes. (I had SO many shoes growing up…) My friend Dee is well known for burning just about anything she cooks. (Love you girl!) I juggle full time college, motherhood, and housewife duties all in one day… so I’m a little stressed and the housework suffers sometimes. But we all do what’s right by our children.

See this? It's not my house, and my house will NEVER be this clean.

So, are my dishes washed and put away after every meal? No. Sometimes, *gasp*, they stay in the sink until lunchtime the next day! THE HORROR!

Are the beds in the house perfectly made? Not a chance, since Mike and I both sleep like we’re doing Capoeira in our sleep. (Don’t know what it is, google it. Awesome fighting style!)

Is there dust? Yep. Are the floors perfect? Nope.

But my child has all the love she can get her hands on, we play with her, read to her, encourage her creativity, and you know what? My housework can kiss my butt, quality time with my daughter is a thousand times more important than a lemony fresh kitchen ANY day in my book.   

Creepy Dollar Store Toys

Creepy dolls. Yep.

I’ve got a lot on my mind the last few days, so the other day, my mom and I went to the dollar store. We were bored and jus t browsing, to be honest. We went down to the toy aisle for the kiddo, and man oh man… there’s a reason that you go to the toy store for good, quality toys, let me tell ya.

First up on the list… this. Let your eyes feast on this monstrosity.

It’s a fairy. At least it’s supposed to be a fairy. Looks more like a dog toy to me. Look at those eyes, that volume of the thin, sparse locks of hair. Gorgeous. The queen of the crap toys.

And now… mermaids!

I think. They KIND of resemble mermaids… they look like mermaids on Crack. Little Mermaid goes to Rehab. I mean, the brunette’s face… that just looks like a serial killer.

And there are SO many other shit toys there. I could have made this many PAGES long. I really could have.

But yeah. I know,  it’s filler. But it’ll do.