So..... Let me get this straight... YOU think I am not girly enough because I like sports, my hair is short, I have a strong personality, wear a hat when I workout, and love to lift. You think I should be more feminine.
“Don’t you dare give anyone the gun" Wait! Hold up! As usual this is an inappropriate statement so let me re-phrase this: "Don't you dare give anyone the pen to write the ending to your story”… For the hour, For the day, For the year and for your life.
Dear Standardized Learning Test, I am a bit frustrated with you right now. In fact, I am furious. I really don’t get what you are trying to do. Scare the teachers out of their jobs? Give kids test taking anxiety? Or, strip students of self-confidence? Yes, I am a disgruntled parent and let me tell you why. It’s 2019. Wake up! The world we live in today is crazy! In the classrooms you want the teachers to connect, empower, grow and elevate these young minds. Then you flip a switch and BAM……. y
I grabbed my head and started to cry and thought, "Oh NO! He is me, I gave him that gene." That gene where you are a disorganized adult. Also the "Squirrel Gene." That's how my co-worker explained it yesterday and I was like...YES!!! You nailed it, that's me! I have the Squirrel Gene. I think we were meant to work together! See, squirrel, I got off track! I was NOT going upstairs (I was in the gym) until the yelling ended. Ok, screaming! It was 6:25am and he's gonna miss his bus. I appare
We all remember "that" girl or "that" boy. You know what I am talking about. You remember the ones who left the lasting impressions. OMG! Guess what mine was? My mom had me cut my hair real short. I was awkward the way it was, I had glasses and back then glasses were not cool like they are today. "D.A." they nicknamed me. Short for "Ducks Ass."
“Mom, I Googled Mile High Club.” “Gianna, You don’t have internet.” “I asked a friend to Google it.” “Dear Lord Gianna!” “I know it’s something sexual on a plane. That's gross. Is that what it is? Mom, Tell me!" Silently I am saying to myself, can you just stop talking please. STOP. Just STOP! For the love of god and everything that is holy, PLEASE STOP!
Hey Mama! I love pizza! I mean I LOVE PIZZA. Good pizza. Not fast food delivery pizza or frozen pizza. My hubs and kids love pizza. But what I really love is the cheese and the sauce. Ok, maybe just the cheese. I figured out a way to have cheese almost daily. I gave up meat but there is no way in hell I can ever give up Mozzarella, Ricotta or Burrata! Not happening! I MUST share with you these different ways I eat "Pizza" on any day that ends in "Y."
Picture it... You have something to share that means a lot to you, something you feel is important and the response you get is immediate and dismissive. You then shut down. You know if you respond it can get ugly. You were never taught the skills to have an adult, mature conversation. You cave. You hate yourself for doing it! The cycle never ends.
Mom, are you and dad getting a divorce? "A" and I listened to your argument and most of it was pretty funny but you slept on the couch. I think you guys fight a lot. But Anthony and I couldn't stop laughing especially when dad said, "I am sick of you saying nobody's perfect." "Thanks G, glad our misery brought you and A some bedtime entertainment!"