house hunting

For the past five weekends, my parents and I have been looking for a condo, house, or town house to buy to get me out of the hood. I'm not exactly sure why since I never told them about the guy who jumped on the hood of my car at the stop sign near my house, begging for my phone number. But for some odd reason they don't think I am safe in the hood. I went along with it for two weeks thinking they would get flustered and annoyed with the concept of me moving, but they still insist. I love the fact that they want me safe and are willing to help me out and all that good stuff, but with dad and mom both not working, I kinda worry about them having enough money for the many many prescriptions they have for old people ailments. Plus I was hoping to get them a decent nursing home at some point, you know one that actually turns them over enough to not get bed sores. However i see their point, I am the only kid left, I may actually provide them with a grandchild at some point, although I think the lizards are good enough. I would be closer to them (uhhh yeah) and closer to work. It makes sense. I would get to paint my own rooms which would be cool. So our agent is named Cesar brown. He is awesome. We have known his for about 30 years, he's super nice and always remembers us since my dog chased him four blocks down the street snarling and barking while he tried to innocently leave us a tomato plant one summer. He is also pretty forgiving since I caught my dog before she found out what dark meat tasted like. Since I will be the one living there he wanted my requirements. so I told him, #1. bottom floor unit (stairs inside okay, but none outside) I happen to be uncoordinated as a drunk penguin, carpeted stairs are better to fall down than cement stairs, trust me I know. #2. washer and dryer (not that I don't enjoy spending hours at my parents house faking sleep so mom ends up doing my laundry, but it would be nice not to.) #3. patio area big enough to have a small dog (I like big dogs, but, I wouldn't want a large dog confined to a small yard, Big dogs = large turds.) #4. next door to wealthy single fire fighters who like fat chicks with commitment issues and don't mind washing my car shirtless. So far ceaser has found many many condos that full fill my first three requirements, however the 4th one seems to be giving us problems. We did put a bid on a townhouse today, I signed a bunch of papers I didn't understand but since the parents did too, I figured if I'm screwed they are too. It's a two bedroom 1 and 1/2 bath. It's pretty much the same set up as what I have now only in a better area. bedrooms upstairs, laundry upstairs and full bath upstairs. Living room and kitchen down stairs as is the 1/2 bath downstairs. It's cute enough. I like it. It's next door to a woman who has thirty five different versions of the last supper in her windows....nothing says welcome home like guilt. lol. But there are four more bids on the town house, so I'm not getting my hopes up. And if we don't get it, I'm sure there will be another one just as good or better...maybe next to a fire station! LOL

End of the school year.

Okay so I started counting down the days to the end of school when we got back from winter break but we are in the home stretch now. Just six days, Not counting the weekend of course. I'm working summer school so the joy is short lived, but I get a week off between the end of school and the beginning of summer school. I despise having to work summer school, but apparently my apartment manager seems to enjoy receiving the monthly rent from me, so I have no choice. Unless I strike it rich in six days I have to work summer school. Summer school sucks for lots of reasons. Mostly for the kids who really don't want to be there, but it's even worse for the kids who don't even need to be there. You know the ones, they get decent grades, don't screw up and are well behaved. the parents just make them go because it's free and day care costs money. Summer school is never at our regular school. It's always at a different school somewhere in the district. So we have to figure out how we are going to get our supplies to the other school and if the other school actually has a changing table for our kids in pull ups or diapers. It's a new and strange campus, we have to find bathrooms and the teacher's lounge, figure out their copy machine and learn our way around. we never have the keys for any doors we need to get into and it's always hot and they turn off the a/c in the summer. Plus who wants to make a number two in a strange bathroom? I just hope that what ever school they send us to is cockroach free, since the last two schools were crawling with roaches so much we had to shake out the kids back packs before the went home. ewwww epic fail.
We did have a fun field trip last Tuesday though. We went to the water slides. It was actually over cast that day and I was hoping for rain, but no such luck, it was a nice day by the time we arrived. I enjoy most field trips but the water slides create dozens of issues with special kids. most can't swim, most can't talk so if they get lost they can't tell anyone, most have an irrational fear of water and or crowds. Then we have a few that are over friendly and hug perfect strangers, we also have a few that just wait till an adult is distracted enough to make their escape. And then there is Enoch. Enoch ended up being my kid that day. He refused to change his clothes, refused to get into the water, refused to walk and refused to hold my hand. So there I am stuck with a kid who wont do anything at all and I'm in a bathing suit, for NO reason. why did I bother to change? uugghhh! I was able to get him to walk around the pools by telling him to point to things and I would take a pictures of it and show him on my camera. By the end of the day I had no time for lunch, no break, no water and a sunburn that would land most people in the E.R. My back was so burned, for three days I had to take 2 codines just to be able to lay down to sleep. I had to wear a strapless bra and I screamed during p.e. because I had to help swing a bat. Since I live alone, I have no one to rub aloe on my back after a shower. And Now that it's peeling it's itchy, so I came up with the best idea for single chicks who live alone. When you need lotion on your back, you just squeeze out some lotion on a door frame, back into it and move around in a circular motion till you have it where you need it! Not only is my back nice and relived but my door frame smells like mango's! it's a win win! So please enjoy the pictures that lead to my epicly bad sun burn.:)

Robert is going to jr. high next year. Jem is his faviorite aide, after seeing her in this tiny bikini she's my least favorite!

Mrs. Corinda and Ather enjoying the "lazy river."

Enoch and me, thats my I'm gonna kill you smile. I think he knows.... I was only barely sunburned at this point.

This was our view from where Enoch planted his butt and stayed for hours.

so this bucket would fill up with gallons of water and tip over splashing the kids. I have drempt of such a device for nine years....

Danielle and Ather with Mrs. Corinda

Enoch wouldn't even touch the floatie because it had water on it.
Robert and me finally loosing it.