DC Femella

I hate being punished for some thing that was out of my hands.  If I follow Napolean Hill or Stephen Covey, I guess it could have been helped and it’s my fault. YOU are in control of your destiny, or so they tell me.  Grrrr… I miss G. like crazy, but he is afraid to come near me because of L.  I don’t blame him. I’m afraid to come around myself.  I guess I’m SOL a boyfriend.  Patience, I tell myself.

I’m going to leave work in a few.  This crappy seat has transferred my pain to my hips as well.   Have you ever experienced a funny pain before?  It’s what I’m feeling.  I can’t wait to get home and kiss some cheeks and be around my cute little kitty.  

I need to cheer up, so here are two videos that make me laugh hysterically:

This morning after dropping Cebastian at school, Isabelle and I headed to her school.  She was very talkative this morning.

“Mom, there’s a boy in the preschool class named Kenny,” she said.

“Oh really?  What does he look like?

“Well…he has light hair and pretty eyes.  He is adorable,” she giggled.

“Adorable? Really?” I smiled back in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, and he has amazing clothes.”

I began laughing.  Amazing clothes?  Come on, what five-year old thinks that way.

“I think I know Kenny.  He is short right?” I replied.

“Yes, he’s a little fella.”

We both started giggling together.  

“A little fella?”

“Yeah, he likes me but I don’t know.  He’s too little,” she stared out the window.

“Oh, you like taller boys?”

“There’s Connor and Sam.  They are my friends.”

“They should be only friends because you are too young to have a boyfriend.”  I couldn’t help but have the mother come out of me.

“Connor and Sam can’t play together, especially when I’m around.”

“Why? I know they fight a lot, but why when you are around?”  

“Because they are always fighting over me,” she replied haughtily.

I laughed all the way to her school.  The teacher calls her “Pippi Longstocking” because she’s kooky and comes up with the weirdest things to do or say.  She definitely gets that from her mother.

So I am so retarded. My coworker is this cool-ass 25 year old, and we have become fast friends. I’m listening to his Ipod now. We are so dumb. So yesterday he introduced me to “That’s What She Said.” It’s from that show “The Office.” I hate that dude Steve Carrell but this is so funny. Every time someone says something that sounds sexual, you say, “That’s what she said.” Of course, I am playing it out like crazy.

Like yesterday, I was asking him about his Ipod shuffle, and I said, “Where is the hole for the charger?”

He says, “There is only one hole.”

hhahahaha….so then I answered “That’s what HE said.”

We’ve been saying that back and forth.

I just said it to my boyfriend. Like this guy invited me to these parties on these boats in Georgetown

He asks “Are you still doing the boats?”

And I couldn’t help myself. I said, “That’s what she said.” Hahahahaha…He has no clue what I mean.

So you guys can see how cheesy some people (me) can be.