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You know the saying.

"Haters gon' hate, Potatoes gon' potate"

Well that is EXACTLY what I plan to do in this blog tonight.

Hate. On. Everything.

Lots and lots of HATE in this blog...YAY

If you don't wanna read to it, you know what to do!

Let's start at the top: I hate daylight savings time.

Why the EFF do we have to "observe" daylight savings time?

And yes, it's referred to as "observing". Google it.

Not every state observes. How does that even work? 

It's not like Arizona is in a time zone of its own. Hawaii-okay fine.

Daylight savings time is so stupid. You just took an hour of my weekend!

Why don't they make stupid daylight savings time in the middle of the stupid week, or better yet never at all? I don't understand! SO STUPID!

I needed that hour. I didn't want that hour of sleep, I needed it. 

Which brings me to point number two.

I hate double ear infection and 101 degree fevers.

I hate it when my baby is sick.

In the first 2.5 years of his life he had one ear infection. ONE. 

He got sick like a normal kid, but not as frequently as he does now.

Conclusion: he's allergic to this apartment. 

You think I'm trying to be funny here? 

Guess again, or I'll hate on you too right now.

In the past ten months that we live here Reese has had at least three ear infections and pneumonia. He was diagnosed with allergies and asthma. 

And those are the times where we actually took a trip to the doctor!

Did I mention we never had these problems before??

Exactly. Perhaps its something in the apartment like mold or the fact that it totally blows. Or maybe it's just that this apartment totally blows. 

Next point: I HATE MY APARTMENT.

I know I have touched briefly on this before, but I still hate it more everyday.

I. HATE. IT. 

Last night I listened to a loud popping coming from my wall for at least a good twenty minutes, which could be one of two things.

1. Pressure in the pipes from hot water usage upstairs

2. The Exorcism of Emily Rose

I'm going to go with number one. Why? 

Because then I can blame it ON THESE STUPID ASS APARTMENTS.

I hate not being able to sleep. Last night was one of those nights. 

I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.

I know a couple people I would wish that on.

I just laid there for two hours, unable to sleep. I was wide awake, even though just minutes before that I was about to pass out! Ridiculous!

I didn't really have that issue either until I moved here, imagine that.

Then Reese woke up at least six times between when I fell asleep and when my alarm went off. Awesome.

That noise that comes from the wall pisses me off so much it makes me want to kick a small animal into oncoming traffic on 635.

 And I am not talking rush-hour-not-moving traffic, either.

It's bad, I know. But I can't even help it at this point.

I hate CVS pharmacy in Mesquite. Why do I keep going there? 

The same reason I go to Juarez Mexico, and by that I mean Wal-Mart in Garland.

And that is because it is somewhat convenient for now, or I am going insane.

I am usually the only white person there; its like Mexico only they don't accept pesos.

Or maybe they do. I'm not 100% sure, but I wouldn't be surprised.

Half the time they're out of everything because I'm pretty sure Mexicans have a special grocery-shopping time right before I go grocery shopping.

They are all conspiring against me, I swear!!! 

Where the deli worker not only doesn't really speak English, but didn't even know what prosciutto is. Yet there are fifteen different meats/cheeses in SPANISH. You work in an effing deli. Get with it.

The last time I went to CVS this stupid little pharmacy tech girl wanted to cop a 'tude with me. Guess who you don't want to cop a 'tude with? 

A mother with a sick 3 year old at 9 o'clock at night, that's who.

Needless to say we went back today, and what did they do?

Well I'll tell you what they DIDN'T do! 

They DIDN'T mix up Reese's antibiotics, and when did we realize this? 

WHEN WE WERE ALREADY AT HOME.

Great, what is he supposed to do with a bunch of powder antibiotics? 

Snort it? I don't think so! 

Luckily I have an amazing stepdad who drove all the way over just to take it back for me. He is one thing I am not hating right now.

I hate Plano Road. I hate construction. I hate people. I hate tornados. I hate that I just ate eight perogies. I hate selfish people. I hate people who lie about everything. I hate that I can't eat whatever I want and not get fat. I hate paying bills. I hate that I ran out of flour and can't make cookies right now. I hate that I'm already super tired and it's only 7:43 PM. I hate that I won't get to see my boyfriend for at least another week if not longer. 

I hate PMS, what about you?

B19.5

SURPRISE!

Two blogs in one day.

Today I had a huge scare, if you know what I mean.

Yep, a wrinkle scare.

On the eve-eve of my 24 birthday I discovered what I initially thought were wrinkles. 

Panic ensued.

That is not a discovery that you want to make on your way to work on a Monday, just sayin.

To say that I did not seriously contemplate finding the nearest Botox clinic would be a lie.

I know that it sounds super crazy; Botox at 23.95?! But I didn't know what else to do! 

Come on years of tanning, why did you have to catch up with me so quick?!

Skipping work for a spontaneous Botox sesh was just not an option today, so I went into the office and decided I would do the next best thing.

Moisturize the shit out of my face, and that is exactly what I did people!

I'm talking like slabbing on the lotion every 7-10 minutes.

I wish I could say I was exaggerating to be funny but I'm totally not.

I don't even carry a mirror around with me, I'm not really sure if that is normal, but I already know what I look like so I don't see the point.

Luckily, my coworker happened to have a mirror, which I snagged and kept with me all day. These wrinkles came on so quick, and I had to keep checking to make sure they weren't getting any worse. 

So I moisturized, and moisturized, and moisturized and moisturized and they seemed to be getting better. Whew.

I kept checking every 4-6 minutes just to be safe.

 If I'm already getting wrinkles now, can you imagine what I would look like at 30? 

I don't even want to THINK about it! 

I'm sure I looked totes vain to passers-by at work, checking my appearance in the mirror so often, but if they knew the sitch then surely they would've understood.

After 8 hours and half a bottle of lotion later I realized that it was just dry skin.

Thank GOD!!! 

B19

I'm moving in just over a month.

Thank you little baby Jesus! I have been waiting for this moment since JUNE!

Oh by the way, I signed my lease in JUNE!

To say that this was the worst apartment experience ever in my whole entire life of renting apartments would be a HUGE understatement.

That would be like a Jew saying that the Holocaust wasn't all too bad. 

Because it totally was, my friends. It totally was!

I have hated the duration of my time on this property with a mean, fiery passion. 

All 10 months of it. Starting pretty much from day one.

I am 95% positive that the front office manager is on drugs and she's a big fat dumb liar.

I waited for probably two to three months for them to fix my upstairs neighbors' floor because it was broken and loud as eva when I was trying to get my beauty rest.

You don't mess with a girl's beauty rest, okay!

And every other minute of every day for that matter. 

I didn't know initially that it was their floor that was broken, I didn't even know a floor could break. Then again I didn't know that they made houses that weren't made out of brick until I was a senior in high school. Live and learn!

After a certified letter, complaint to the BBB and some heated phone calls with drug addict front office manager Mary, it finally got somewhat fixed...a month later.

I'm pretty sure I met the Devil at some point during this lease that came straight from Hell. I told him to save a spot right next to him for Mary.

But enough about that, the fact that I hate the Country Club Apartments with every ounce of my being, deep down to my soul, is not the purpose of this blog.

Since we are moving soon, I had to look into a new daycare for Reese.

Have you ever took a tour of daycares? Oh my god. I need a drink just thinking about it.

I seriously burst into tears after I left the first daycare, and I'm not just saying that to be funny. It was that stressful for me.

When we first arrived at this daycare, please keep in mind that I sat in not moving traffic on George Bush (YES! George Bush. The highway that NEVER has traffic!) for a solid 20 minutes on our way there. That is a long ass time. Seriously, the crazy festival of ridiculousness ahead of me on that highway was something that was hard for my brain to comprehend. 

I've already talked about my feelings on driving, and traffic and asshole drivers that drive on the freaking shoulder or in the godforsaken grass for that matter just to get a little bit farther than you just to wait some more. 

Oh wait, I didn't touch on that in my driving blog? 

Well it boils my blood almost as much as the Country Club apartment complex.

I finally arrive at Daycare #1 and it was a life changing experience, and don't mean that in a good way. The thought of daycare in general seriously just stresses me the f out. There are so many horrible stories that I see on the news like:

1. They accidentally gave the kids washer fluid instead of Kool-Aid

2. Accidentally leaving the kid in the daycare van and they die

3. The entire Chris Hansen special on daycares that aired on Friday

4. Pretty much any other story about a daycare on the news ever

Since three weeks after he was born he has gone to the same caregiver who is truly amazing. Reese is so well behaved because of what she has instilled in him; he just brings that behavior home with him, and needless to say it has made my life a LOT easier. Finding someone to emulate the care that she has given my son would be impossible, but I was determined to find the next best thing. 

Daycare #1 was not that.

Children running around everywhere. 

You already know how I feel about other people's children.

Kind of like Going Bonkers, only there was one WT teacher lady who looks like she may or may not have smoked meth at some point in her life watching all these toddlers by herself. By the way, if you aren't familiar with my abbreviations, WT means White Trash. You're welcome.

Ever watched Toy Story 3? The baby room that the toys get thrown in? 

Yeah, that was kind of like this daycare, only I wasn't watching it on TV. 

I was actually stuck in it. Gross.

Kids throwing toys at the wall for no reason. Running around in circles.

 Sitting on the furniture, play fighting. 

Let me tell you about this play fight too. 

These kids were seriously like full on boxing each other in the room next to us, and they ended up in a dog pile. The teachers reaction? She walks by this pile-o-toddlers and just rips them off by their feet. Is that even legal? If you are going to be touching MY child, it better be in the form of a hug, or some other loving gesture. 

Not removing him from a dog pile by his feet. 

One of my biggest pet peeves is character-wear for children. 

Cars 2 shoes...Not okay. Toy Story sunglasses? I hate your child.

Any character merchandise that is worn by a child is just simply not okay.

I do not want to look at that. It really hurts my eyes. Please, just take it off already.

The reason why I hate them so much is because not only do they look super cheap, there is nothing that will ever match them or even come remotely close to matching them.

I feel like it makes children look very sloppy. If you put your kid in character merchandise I cannot say that I do not judge you without lying. Because I totally do.

I can pretty much put cash down that at least 75% of the 12 children in this room were wearing character merchandise of some kind, and it really bothered me down to my soul.

The classroom was decorated with laminated posters and letters fashioned into words that I'm pretty sure had been hanging there since I was in daycare back in 1993. 

I don't know why, but whenever I think back to my time in the St. Pius daycare, it really just gives me a weird feeling inside. I can't really describe it; it's not like I had any horrible daycare experience or anything, but it's just a feeling that overcomes me and I feel like I am back at daycare, 8 years old and looking like a boy. Very sad and lonely.

That daycare gave me that feeling.

Let's talk about the "playground" at this facility. 

We could pretty much just call it "ground" because it was a little Playskool plastic playground set that is made for like one child at a time, not 11 children running around with character merchandise and dirty faces. 

What the hell is my kid supposed to do on this playground? I don't understand.

Also, Reese would have to be in the baby class with two year olds. 

Stinky character-merchandise-wearin' two year olds with crappy pants.

NO!

I left this daycare feeling very defeated--hence, the tears.

I almost came to terms with the fact that I would be driving from north Frisco to Wylie everyday just so my kid didn't have to spend 10 hours a day anywhere near that daycare. 

Do you know how long that drive is? Probably around an hour with no traffic. And that is just to get from home to daycare, that would not have factored in driving to the office after dropping him off. The things you do for your child!

As soon as I pulled up to Daycare #2, the same feeling came over me like you get when you just woke up from a horrible nightmare (Daycare #1) and realize that you in fact do still have all your teeth and you are not actually being chased by a killer.

If I could put all my expectations down of a daycare, this daycare is all that and even things that I didn't even know I wanted.

 Perfect!

The people are so nice, children well behaved. 

Maybe 1% wearing character merchandise, and that is a huge step up from the last place!

While I am sad to close this chapter in my life, I am excited for what the future holds for us. The new daycare will be a big change for Reese, but it will definitely benefit him in his future.

Goodbye noisy neighbors! Goodbye hour commute everyday! 

Goodbye gangsters who hang out in the parking lot!

Goodbye neighbor who I'm pretty sure is a drug dealer!

Goodbye kicked in neighbor doors during nap time!

We are OUTTA here!!

B18

I have had so many recent blog-worthy experiences,

but just not enough blog-worthy hours in the day! 

For starters it is officially the start of MY birthday week, WHOOP!

What is it about your birthday that just really makes you feel so good?

Oh, that's just me? I guess it will wear off one day, but until then.. YAY ME!

Reese is seriously obsessed with firetrucks, I'm thinking of staging an intervention.

I'm talking like:

Someone: "What's your name?"

Reese: "I saw the firetrucks!"

Please keep in mind that the last time we went to see the firetrucks was over two weeks ago, and while he may have seen a firetruck in passing, that isn't what he's referring to.

It has gotten to the point in this that I sometimes am scared when people ask him what is name/age is because I truly do not know what he will say, and it will probably really confuse them.

Last night we let Reese pick out any movie that he wanted on Netflix. 

What does he pick? A firetruck documentary from like 1984.

 I'm talking full on mullets and horrible editing, like where the camera pans to a child and you can tell someone on the other side of it just mouthed "SMILE!" 

...Yeah, that kind of quality film-making.

It was also not a cartoon, which I am surprised that it kept him engaged for longer than 2.5 minutes. 

That would actually be an understatement, because we watched it two times in a row and he would have kept watching it on repeat but it just so happened to be a certain little firefighter's bedtime.

He kept repeating words as they were said on the video, it was so cute.

"Here we have a fire pole"

Reese: "POLE!"

"Now we will take a look at the ladder"

Reese: "LADDER!"

"Look at the firefighter"

Reese: "FIREFIGHTER!"

Reese gets so excited about this documentary that he seriously gets up and starts running around acting like a crazy person firefighter.

There was some firefighter business that needed to be taken care of, obviously, and no one was getting in his way!

In the video they talked about how firefighters help people in need,

so Reese comes to me expecting me to be his victim.

 He says, "Mommy you have to die."

I said, "Reese, that isn't very nice, and you shouldn't say things like that."

His response?

Okay well do this then *closes his eyes and acts like a dead person*

There was lots of running around saving the day and jumping in the bed ambulance, and spraying the water with the impromptu hose (extension cord) and just being silly.

Three is the best age ever, because his little imagination is just out of control right now!