Chicago Rox

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parenting

I used to be fully scared of having children, because I was sure that I would completely mess them up.
Yes.
Being responsible for another being's life in every way possible =
pretty much the scariest responsibility ever.

But lately I keep thinking how good I would be at it.
I'm sure that being surrounded by parents who have slim to nil parenting skills will do that to you. In fact, I often want to take over when I'm with a family whose adults are not playing their part.

There are so many children out there who have parents that suck or have no parents at all. They need good parents. Not that I'm in the position to do so, but I keep thinking, why would I want to bring more children into the world? I never would have guessed it, but I think that if I am remain unmarried, I may still get my license and become a foster parent.

Many things to ponder.
First, I'd have to be living on my own.
(So, my lovely roommates, don't worry.)

ghettofied

I would like to declare that I am now completely ghettofied. Ghettofied, you ask… what does that mean? Well, it is a word that I am making up for my car. Yesterday, who knows how, my car started purring, loudly. The kids I was transporting were asking questions about why it was so loud. Questions, of course, I could not answer. I suppose that there is a hole somewhere in my exhaust system. And I think to myself, when should one start caring and/or completely stop caring about their car? I already have numerous dents and scratches. There is a crazy loud thump when one turns a corner in my beloved car. Not to mention the sounds of it struggling to run (I don’t think it is struggling though. Maybe my car is trying to speak to me, saying, please, take care of me.) The blower motor for the air/heat, it makes some funny noises too. Is it time to put some serious money into the car to make it run/look better? Or is it time to just declare it ghettofied and laugh with each new character building fault? One of my co-workers just made fun of my car for the shattered glass remnants still on the floor from my break-in back in February.

I don’t know, what do you think?

I was told yesterday by a friend, that he didn’t think it was going to blow up and for that I’m thankful.

coffee

addiction or no addiction.
i don't know that i NEED coffee, but i sure do like it.
and today i laughed at myself when i was telling myself why i deserved to be treated to a nice cup of coffee. i laughed because i realized that i am able to come up with a good and valid and raher convincing reason to treat myself to coffee every day.
i raise my cup... to me.
and my iced carmel latte.
yummy.

early early mornings

ok, so i admit that an early morning to me is not as early as most of my friends have to get up. but i think we all know how much mornings and erin don't get along. seriously, i left my house this morning at 7:45 for a meeting. (meaning, i had to get up before that.) i don't even usually get up for a while after that action. (i'm sure you are all feeling sorry for me.) i left the house without makeup on because i thought, skrew it, its too early. i was sleepy the whole way there. then i decided to go ahead and put some makeup on in my car right before i entered the school, so at least i had a shred of hope that i would not be viewed as a new 8th grade student. the meeting, it went ok. sometimes i feel like i have no idea what i'm doing. i guess it keeps me on my toes. oh yes.
all i'm saying is that i'm learning more and more how much i don't like to get up in the morn.
i tried so hard to go to bed early last night, knowing that i had to get up early and then next thing i knew, it was midnight. dang it.
note to self: do not schedule early morning meetings unless you have no other choice.