College Bound Baby

This weekend my kid and I drove down to Sam Houston State where she's been accepted so we could  tour the campus. It was a proud and scary and sad day, there were so many emotions. I was standing on the campus listening to them give the tour and I zoned out thinking my baby was just learning to walk yesterday and today she's almost a college alumni. It really blew my mind how fast everything has happened. I mean 4 years ago I was taking her to get her braces checked.

It is a really beautiful campus and I am so happy she's going to attend it. She is majoring in law and minoring in photo journalism. Sam Houston is 3rd in the country for their law programs and I believe she will do well here, so don't be surprised if you see me posting a lot of Sam Houston pride this fall on Instagram because this is my life now and hopefully I won't take it too hard when she leaves me.

Prom may end up killing me...

It's that time of year when girls obsess over dresses and jewelry and details about ...you guessed it prom! I'm already a wreck thinking about it and it's not even my prom! I am delegating more now though and making her pick up her dress and take it to the tailor herself to get hemmed. It's costing me a small fortune and I clearly see why I never went to prom, in short it's stupid. It's a memory yes but really do we need to spend a thousand dollars on it or more?

Some people go as far to rent limos, hotels, and DJ'S all in the name of graduation. I believe that kids and parents spend more on this night than a college graduation and for what? So you graduated, good for you, now the real work begins. Wait till you get to college or have to join the workforce and try and succeed, now that's when you need to celebrate. High school is small potatoes baby, you just wait and see. You'll eventually long for the days of high school when you're slaving over a pile of papers at your desk, staying up till 1 am to finish work or school projects. Life is going to get exponentially more difficult kids so buckle up.

Really though I am proud of my child for graduating ,but it sure as hell isn't cheap. No wonder I have anxiety, the things I am dealing with at the moment may be superficial or small but still stress me out. Examples are I have to make sure she gets her dress altered , pay for the altering, send out graduation announcements,don't forget to order yearbook,graduation photos, take her on a tour of her college campus, talk to financial aid, line all my ducks in a row...omg I need a drink thinking about this.
All in all it's a mess and I haven't even got to the corsages yet.....

Testy Testes...police department prank gone wrong

So....apparently in Australia in the rugged terrain of the Outback there's a lot more going on than just maintaining the law and chasing kangaroos. Yes, it has come to my attention that in St Glebe, Australia the police in their spare time like to take hot showers and whack each other in the testicles to "relax".

Yes, that's correct I said whack or better known as what they call a ...wait for it...."sack whack".
In court the other day the judge found police officer Paul Michael Vella not guilty of  what his co worker claims. His fellow police officer brother says that he was "sack whacked" over 50 times in their career together thus causing his testes to become inflamed and eventually removed. Senior Constable Gary Stoddard is suing Vella for damaging his testes after over a course of years having several what they call "pranks" involving slapping one another's testes. Now I don't know about you but I'm a 40 year old woman and when I'm at work or the gym I don't go around slapping anyone's anything.It seems really weird to me that grown men do this still and just further proves to me that men are playing with their privates as soon as they leave the womb and really never stop.

 "Police have got a very stressful job and they play practical jokes on each other from time to time," Mr Eid said.


For your entertainment pleasure I have provided a link to the article. Enjoy!
Sack Whack gone Wrong