angel_roque's Journal

6 days to go!!!
There's only six more days before the last day of school. Wohoooooo!!! I can't wait for this school year to end. It was so full of drama and errrr more drama. I feel like I've had to jump through hoops and crawl through barbed-wires this year.

The kid I work with had a BITCH a mom, and for those of you who knows me, knows that I don't call people that name often, well not in the negative that is. She pretty much scammed me into liking her the first year I worked with her son but on the second year her true colors shone through. She's manipulative, sneaky, and just plain rude.

I feel sorry for her son but at the same time I can't wait to be done with him as well. He turning into a little doppelganger of momma. It's really sad. He's as manipulative and sneaky as his mom and it's gotten a lot worse the closer he is to leaving the school district. That old saying, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" fits so well for him.

Today was just plain horrible, it took him the entire morning to write two little sentences and he ended up loosing recess since he didn't really finish the whole thing. And instead of actually working he kept trying to negotiate his way out of it and make stupid excuse about why he didn't finish. GAWDS!!!! It was like pulling teeth getting him to do his work and it wasn't just the morning too. It went on all day! I was so glad today was an early release day. I fear what he'll be like tomorrow and the other five days.

The other kids at the school weren't really any better. Everyone was completely nutters. One of my kids had issues with the red ball and when I tried to intervene he growled at me! Yes growled! I took the ball and just threw it away from him and sent him inside. I tired to get him to have time out but he didn't listen and kept growling. It didn't help that I didn't feel supported by the teacher. Instead of backing me she had him clean up one of the rooms, this kid loves to clean!!! It was like giving candy to any other kid. I was so pissed off. I told him he owes me time at center time and that he can't have a ball the next recess. We'll see tomorrow if he listens.

Current Mood: drained

Happy Birthday to me
April 21st was my bday, yay. Had a wonderful time with Elizabeth, Cathy, Tommy, Ingrid and Shannon. We went to Star of India and to this bar that I forget it's name.

We were originally going to go to karaoke but it got too complicated, well from my point of view it did. I didn't want any stress on my bday so I decided to drop the karaoke. As long as I went to indian food I was happy.

As usual it wouldn't be my bday with some kind of opps moment. In this case I had two. A couple of days before my birthday someone was asking me about when the dinner is going to be, was it Friday or Saturday. And I guess that conversation was in my head when I called Ingrid. My brain went on autopilot and instead of saying that the dinner was "on Saturday, my birthday" I ended up saying "Friday." Ingrid ended up rushing to the restaurant on Friday thinking she would late for the thing. I felt so horrible.

Then on Saturday I ended up telling my friend Dan S. that we would be going to Star of India, the problem was I forgot that there is two Star of India. He ended up going to the wrong place and because he was busing it there was no way he would have made it in time. Again I felt so horrible.

But the night ended up being a fun event. The van ride to the place was completely hilarious. I've missed Tommy so much, despite his little burn that wasn't really meant as a burn comment. haha I'm sorry if I'm picky but that's just me.

My dad's birthday was the next day so by association I got tagged on to his birthday party. We had a party at Todai, a Japanese all you can eat restaurant. Originally there was only going to be the immediate family but it grew, and grew. We ended up with 40 people coming to the thing. I felt a bit sorry for the server, Andrew. He got a pretty hefty tip from us though so I should be too sorry for him.

Current Mood: chipper

To sub or not to sub
I've been thinking recently of signing up to be a substitute teacher for the school I work at. I know the district is really strapped for subs, so strapped that there have been a couple of times when our class didn't have a sub and we had to be adopted by one of the other special education classes or vice verse. It really sucked.

The thing that is keeping me from actually applying for the sub position is the CBEST. I took it several years ago, but I didn't pass it. It should have been a simple test for me to take but I failed it. I passed the math(which was a surprise in itself), and the essay portion, but I failed the one section I shouldn't have had any difficulties in, I failed the literature/reading comprehension bit.

I'm a BLOODY literature major for crying out loud, what is wrong with me that I couldn't pass the one portion that I've studied at and got my degree on. It was a huge blow to my self-esteem.

I hesitate to take the test again for fear that I'd fail the literature portion again, also fear that I'll fail the whole thing.

The district really needs subs, I know that. I see it first hand how badly we need them. I mean just last week they sent this creepy old man to be the sub for one of the Kindergarten class. That morning I had to take one of my kids to the office and as we were walking there was this uber loud commotion down at the kinder end of the school, the special ED class is at the opposite side of the school so it shows just how loud they were. I thought at first that the 3 kinder classes were getting ready for an assembly, but still they shouldn't have been that loud.

Turns out it was just ONE kinder class and they were all scream and shouting telling the sub what to do and just running amok in the classroom. He let them do whatever they wanted. At one point the other teachers called to principle to bring order to the class.

At the assembly the sub kept shouting out answers that were clearly meant for the kinder kids to answer. His voice wasn't a quite one too, it was this loud booming voice that drowned out the kids voices. I was sitting in front of him, so every time he shouted out an answer I'd jump. Aside from him shouting out answers, instead of keeping an eye on the kid he was taking notes on the bloody presentation! I had to watch 2 of my K-students as well as his K-class. I wasn't familiar with that class and vice verse so it made things super difficult. It didn't help that my two kids were all fidgety and one was afraid of the show! I could not wait for the presentation to end!

Current Mood: bouncy

5 months of agony
Ten point to anyone who can guess why Angelica will be in agony for the next five months.

I try not to be all nerdy about it but I can't help it if I feel a bit sad about how, come July 21st the Harry Potter story will be coming to an end. True, I wasn't really there at the beginning, some ten years or so ago, but I was there for a good portion of it. For the past seven years I've anticipated each and every release of the latest book in the series, attending mid night book release, creating costumes(well just a Snape costume), and doggedly (is that a word?) visited J.K Rowling's website hoping to catch a tidbit of what is in store for Harry, Snape and all the other characters. I've also read and been motivated to write(but no one will ever get to read it) fan fiction about the series.

For the past seven years I was part of something BIG, yeah some might laugh about it but what other book out there has attracted so much attention? There are websites upon websites dedicated to the Harry Potter world, there's several books analyzingthe story, message boards and then there are the movies. The movies have also taken a life of their own. Even those who hate the book, talk about it and have websites dedicated to why they hate it.

I can't help but feel that after book seven we're all going to wake up from this wizard and magic filled dream. The anticipation will be gone, the speculations will all come to and end, and tragedy of tragedy no more midnight release parties.

I'm excited about the book coming out but I'm also sad that it'll be the end. I'm afraid that my favorite character will meet his end, that all those who said he was evil was correct, and most of all I dreading find out who will die. The death on the sixth book was hard enough to take. I try not to imagine how it will be for the seventh.

Some will laugh, some will think I'm a nerd and a maybe a tad crazy but you know what? I don't care. Like I said I was part of something, it may have been small but it was something. Seven years worth of something.

Had things gone right I would be writing this journal entry on my brand spanking new computer. But like all things in my life it didn't go as I planned. I forgot to do one VERY important step in the whole ordering process, I forgot to actually click on the button that would have sent my order in. I didn't know this until two days ago, when I started wondering where the heck is my computer. I checked online for the status and found out there was no order from me. Panicking slightly I called costumer service, but I didn't really know how to explain my situation. I pretty much was all "um I ordered a computer but I don't know if I really ordered it, I have the invoice, but there's no sale's confirmation number, I think I ordered it."

The costumer service lady was able to help me and I had to ask her three times if I really didn't not order. I kept cutting her off every time she tried to get off the phone with me. I was all "are you sure, you're sure right." I was hoping I had just misheard and that my computer was just a bit lost. I ended up having to redo the order and now I won't be getting my new computer until next week.

In other news...

I'm being plagued by some really odd dreams. And no they're not of the sexual kind! I've been dreaming about these two people, and the first time I had the dream they were arguing about me and how I need to get my wings. They were arguing just outside my room and I knew I was dreaming. One of men was angry because if I didn't get my wings I wouldn't be able to go back. Go back where, I have no idea. The other was confident that I'd get my wings and he went into the room and laid down next to me to give me a hug, the hug felt so real. The other dream was of the same two people and this time the one who gave me the hug was sitting at the foot of my bed and he was again talking with the other person, he wasn't angry this time though. They were both leaving and the angry man was suppose to go ahead. The one who hugged me stood up and walked over to where I was asleep and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Again it felt real. The last dream was more of a jumble of images that I can't seem to remember but I do know I was dreaming them. The only thing I remember was the name of one of the men, Cembrhael. I woke up suddenly when I heard the name.

Like I said, odd. Does anyone know anything about dreams? Where's Joseph and his techno-colored dream coat when you need him?

Current Mood: contemplative

I'm feeling needy...so sue me!
As my header says, I'm feeling very needy today. I find myself missing a number of people I've know a long time ago and who I thought were my friends. I know part of the blame falls on me, I have contact information for one or two of those people and I could easily contact them and say hello but I'm really tired of being the one who initiates the communication.

Part of me feels that if they really were my friend then, they too would make some kind of gesture to show it. A phone call, an email, even a small "hello" on IM but nope, nothing. I'm left with the feeling that they have better things to do than talk to me and that the times we had spent as friends were just a passing thing, a lay over until they met better people to be friends with. It really hurts!

Happy New Year!!!
Wow, it's 2007! It's weird how fast time flies sometimes. It means it's only three more months to my birthday, gawds that's scary.

Christmas was pretty quite for my family. Half of the brood was missing, some went to Reno or the Philippines, others were in Arizona. It was odd having such a small gathering. We only had one kid under the age of 10 so there wasn't any of that excitement only little children bring to a Christmas gathering. My cousin, the one kid we had, complained that he only got two presents, stupid ungrateful brat! He should have been happy he got anything!

But anyways. New Year's Eve was spent at Elizabeth's sister's house. There was a guy who was a DJ and he had brought his music and we had a little dance party. He kept turn the music really loud and I felt sorry for the neighbors. The icing on the little dance party was when one of Elizabeth's sister's friends started to hit on me. He tried to be all cool and was all "hey look I got new shoes." To which I thought "How old are you? Six?" He kept wiping his shoes with a napkin trying to get me to pay attention. I wanted to shout at him and say "showing off your stupid shoes does not impress me!" At some point he must have gotten the message so he started saying something about the music but as he was saying it he was also gesturing with his hand which happened to be holding a cup.

Ten point to the person who guesses what happens next.

Angelica got baptized with vodka! Oh and not just any vodka, pineapple flavored vodka! I wasn't sure if I was suppose to laugh or get angry when I realized what had happened. I looked to my friend Cathy, who was sitting across from me for guidance. As our eyes met we both burst out laughing. Cool guy with the shoes went away after that.

Current Mood: bouncy

My sister just got a new video game called Guitar Heroes 2 for the PS2. It's an awesome game and the songs they have are really good...at least in my opinion. She has me playing the game so she can get new songs and new characters. Something about that doesn't seem right. I do all the work and she gets all the glory. I don't really mind, it's a fun game.

Christmas is only 25 days away. I got this brilliant idea to make afghans to give as Christmas presents. It started with just two and then it went to four, six and as I write this I know there are a couple more I'm suppose to be making but I can't really remember how many I was suppose to make. What was I thinking?

The people I make the blankets for better appreciate the trouble I've put myself into. Wish me luck.

Current Mood: working

hair today, gone tomorrow
I've had it. I know I said I was going to grow my hair for the poor bald children of the world but I can't do it. I really can't. Imagine being drowned in a pool of hair and you would know how it feels to be me. It has a life of it's own and apparently it's main goal at the moment is trying to kill me either by suffocation or strangulation. The only time I've had a a moment of peace is when I've twisted the darn thing in a bun and even then, there are times when it manages a way to escape.

I'm very scared of cutting my hair. I've had too many hair traumas in my life and it's really hard deciding to cut it. However, I like not being strangled and/or suffocated, so cutting my hair is the only option I have. I haven't decided how much I'm going to chop off. I'm thinking between three to five inches depending on how much courage I can muster. I'm leaning towards cutting off more rather than less, but how much more I still don't know. For the price I'm paying for the cut I fell there better be some good and noticeable change. Buy my hair style person is really good so I have confidence in her. I'm not worried that she'll chop my hair so that I'll end up looking like a boy(still haunts me to this day!) but I'm scared that I won't be able to do the cut justice later on, when it's just me and the hair.

But enough of hair.

Halloween came and went. My costume was well received, had a blast with the fact that there was a lot of pint size Darth Vaders and Storm Troopers wandering about during the school parade. I wish I had taken a picture with this one Darth Vader who was seriously half my size. His father told me that I was the first thing his son noticed but I was so tired at that point that pictures where the farthest thing from my mind.

For some reason I was the one chosen to bring our Kindergartners all over the school to show off their costume. It was great to see all the cute costume and all, but it was also tiring. Even the kid with the werewolf costume was adorable. He was so tiny and the mask just perfect so that it looked like a mini werewolf. Another should have taken a picture moment but I was too excited seeing the different costumes to take any pictures. There was just too many things to look at and with my attention span, I'm amazed I even remembered that I had to take care of two special education Kinders.

I was a bit disappointed at the fact the fact that we didn't get that many trick or treaters. We only got around ten and half of those were high school kids. We had so much candy, I don't know why we got so much candy. We ended up opening only three small bags of candy and even then we still had half the bowel at the end and that's with us giving four pieces each. All the trick or treaters went to the mall or other sponsored events. I feel cheated!

Current Mood: anxious

Me as Violet Baudelaire

I forgot to add this on my last post.

I love this costume, I just made it. I need to find another place to wear it.

Where to beginning? A number of things happened between now and the last time I updated. So many things comes to mind that they all collide in my head. I'll just start with whatever forms into a proper thought first.

I got to see the Blue Angels during fleet week. I saw them while they were still on the ground. I was like a hundred feet away from them. My dad works for United Airlines and the airline was hosting the Angels during fleet week so on Sunday, October 8 they had a special event for the employees. It's the first major event they had since coming out of their little financial problems. It was petty awesome. The first thing we saw when we came to the event were the Blue Angels doing a systems check and they had their engines powered up. Even with the ear plugs the sound of those engines made my ear drums feel like they were going to start bleeding. We got to tour a 747 and I knew it was a huge plane but standing beside it and looking up at it makes one realize how big the plane is. Makes one wonder how the plane gets off the ground. I mean, that thing was HUGE!

On a totally unrelated topic, my dad had eye surgery. He had a cataract on his left eye and it's been effecting his eye sight. My dad isn't suppose to lift anything pass ten pounds and he's not suppose to bend down. But my dad is stubborn and he's pretty much been doing all the things he's not suppose to be doing. I've given up trying to tell him what he's not suppose to be doing. He gets mad whenever we remind him what the doctor said. It's his eye and all the consequences are all on him.

The Wednesday of the surgery I said I would take out the trash since it was trash day the next day. I forgot to take it out while it was still day light and not raining. Big mistake! By the time I remembered it was already 8:00 and it was pouring outside. Gemma, my sister was visiting and she said she would help me. My dad gave us each a flashlight but the darn things were so weak they were pretty much useless. Gemma took both lights and went to the gate to unlock it and I went the trash and grabbed the bag. When I did that, I noticed that the bag was covered by rice. I thought "why did dad dump a bunch of rice on this bag?" By this point my sister came closer with the flashlights and I noticed "why are the rice pieces moving around?" I grabbed one of the flashlights from my sister and I shone it on one of the moving rice pieces. Imagine my surprise when I realized that the rice pieces were in fact maggots. Yes, MAGGOTS!!! It was so gross. I screamed so loud.

I think I'm traumatized for life.

Again I find myself being lazy and not updating this journal. It's not like there's really a whole lotta stuff that happened between then the last time I updated and now.

My parents came back from the Philippines. My grandfather will hopefully be coming here around October. He's all alone in the Philippines and he said if come to America was as simple as buying a bus ticket then he would have come with my mom and dad. Unfortunately, he has to go through all these paperwork and interviews to get is visa to come here. He finds out on the...er 26th, so today if he's passed or not. We haven't gotten a call so I don't know what happened.

I'm a permanent employee now at the school I've worked at for the past TWO years...finally. Had to go through all these hassle just to get the permanent status. They made me take this test that I've taken three times already and they don't even change the questions. It felt almost like cheating, but not my fault if they don't change the test I suppose, easier for me. Also had to go to several interviews, which also felt like cheating cuz the questions were geared towards someone whose never worked with special education kids. Needless to say I got a 90% for the interviews. Now I have to do all these paper work to make it all official, I've never had to do insurance stuff so I'm a bit lost on that. Also have to deal with the whole life insurance thing and naming beneficiaries, more confusion there.

For those who know me, they know that Halloween is my all time favorite holiday. So you all shouldn't be surprised to know that I already have my Hallween costume made and all ready to wear. I'm going to be PrincessLeia and I'm so proud of the fact that I made the costume myself, dress, belt and all. This costume is the only thing keeping me from chopping off my hair, cuz I'll be needing it to make Leia's obligatory hair buns.

I'm so desparate to chop my hair off, it's down to my waist and heavy as hell. I'm so close to saying "to hell with the bald children." I have the needed 10 inches of hair, I know, but I would also like to keep some for myself. Also those 10 inches aren't completely perfect so I don't want to give them hair that can't be used. I would have to trim my hair and wait for it to grow a tad more. I could skip all that and just chop off all my hair but it would mean getting a really short hair cut. I don't think I'll be returning to those pixie hair cuts anytime soon.

My grandmother on my mom's side passed away Thursday.

I feel really bad because I can't help but feel this was more a blessing than a tragedy. She was 82 years old and she had to endure kidney dialysis every week. She's recently broken her hip and she's been in the ICU for the past couple of weeks because she can't keep any food down.

For the last couple of months she's been saying she can't take the pain anymore and asked if she can stop doing the dialysis. It would be mean to ask her to stay on longer.

I find myself crying not for my grandma but for all those left behind. Seeing my mom cry is horrible and knowing I can't do anything to make her feel better makes it worse. Also my aunt, the youngest daughter, won't be able to fly to the Philippines to be at the funeral. She is devastates and says why didn't her mom wait for her. In a couple of months, my aunt would have been able to fly to the Philippines without worrying about jeopardizing her permanant resident status. It just seems so unfair.

Of Birthdays and Renaissance Faires
It was my niece, Sophia's, first birthday Saturday. It's so weird, at one point I can't believe she's already one and then on another I can't believe she's ONLY one. Part of me keeps thinking a year ago she didn't exist. I can't put into words how I feel when I think of it. Those who have babies around them might be able to understand me.

For her birthday, my sister in law threw a massive birthday party...but then again any party my family throws is massive. They had a bounce house that was shaped like a castle. I went inside for all of ten seconds and had to promptly leave because I started to feel like I was going to throw up. It was really sad. I tell myself that it wasn't that I was getting old it was more I had just eaten a huge plate of food. Food and bouncing doesn't not mix.

My sister and I had to plan a bunch of stuff to keep the little kids entertained. Gemma brought a several party games and prizes. As for me, I made thirty kid sized felt hand puppets, and I had the kids decorated them. After making the felt puppet I realized I really HATE felt. I don't think I'll be making anymore felt puppets in the near future. I think the whole think was a success since in the end there was only one sad felt puppet left, and the only reason it was left was I left a huge whole on it when I sewed it together.

The rest of the party was okay, it was interesting watching the kids and seeing when the sugar from the cake started hitting their system. I'm so glad there was a bounce house.

On Sunday, I went to the Renaissance Faire in Golden Gate Park. It was really fun. I kinda wish we had stayed longer though but it couldn't be helped and at least I did get to go. I wore a costume, I should have practiced walking around with the long skirt though. I tripped like seven times on the thing. I also closed the door on the skirt several times. I wish I had taken some pictures, there were some really awesome costumes.

There's the Holister Ren faire in a few weeks. Maybe(crosses fingers) I'll go to it too.

Current Mood: geeky

A couple postings back I'd made a list of pet peeves and today I'm adding a new one to that list. Hurrah!

The new pet peeve is...*drum roll please* people who live in San Francisco. To be specific people who live in San Francisco and think just because they live in San Francisco they don't need the know the area surrounding it.

Warning! Ranting might ensue.

Last week my friends and I went out to dinner to celebrate because our friend Cathy had passed a class that has been giving her a difficult time. The dinner was great. As we were leaving we spotted a car and the lady inside had stopped the security guard. They were chatting but we didn't really pay it that much mind. We started to cross the road, minding our own business, then all of a sudden the car started to back up into us. She was backing up really fast and she stopped like three inches away from us.

I shouted, "Hey there are people behind you!"

To which the lady replied, "Well, I was asking you a question!"

You can imagine how flabbergasted we were. We didn't hear her ask anything. But who cares, right? She was going to run us down for not answering her stupid question!!!! Stupid stuck up bitch. (yes, I'm resorting to name calling)

Just because you lost your damn purse and you're from "North Beach" and lost does not and I repeat DOES NOT give you the right to run us over! Whatever sympathy you might have gotten was eliminated the moment you back that BMW or whatever car it was, into us!

You should be grateful that one of us was actually forgiving enough to give you the right directions.

Ouch that hurts!
Earlier I was chatting with a Meg, a friend of my from the East coast and we were talking about bruises and scars. I myself get a kick out of the wonderful colors a bruise produces so I find them to be fascinating. When I fall or bump into something I'm always excited to see what kind of bruise it will create. Yes, I know I'm odd.

The reason the subject of bruises and scars came up is cuz I had fallen in the tub this evening. It was one of those slow motion falls too. I had stepped into the tub and I didn't have my glasses so I didn't see that I was stepping on the slopped part. I realized too late what I had done and I couldn't stop my decent, all I could do was brace for it. I think I could have been hurt more had I not braced for it. To add to comedic element of all this as I was going in the shower the memory of my little niece falling down in a tub had flashed in my head and I was having a small mental laugh about it.

But anyways. It's been a couple of hours and my bruises has had time to ummm mature I suppose. The one on my right leg isn't something to be proud of but the one on my bum is pretty impressive. It's all black and purpley and of a rounded rectangle look. I think it is one of the best bruises ever. It really sucks that I won't be able to share it with people...unless I want to moon them, which I really don't. I feel cheated! People will just have to take my word for it.

Current Mood: amused

Nostalgia much?
On Friday Amy and I went down to Santa Cruz for the day. Throughout the day I kept getting a sense of nostalgia. Every little think I saw caused me to wish for days gone by.

We went to Crown, a place I called home for three of my four years in Santa Cruz and I looked up at all three windows of what were my rooms and I couldn't help but think how cool it would be, if I could spend a couple more days in those rooms. Or maybe go back and actually take more time to enjoy the classes I was taking. I was overcome with a strong desire to be able to go back and relive a couple of the more memorable moments. It was a little saddening.

The biggest hurt is knowing that those days are gone. That world is gone, and most of all the people are gone. Promises of keeping in touch forgotten. Gone like the towering tress that sheltered the college I grew to think of as a second home. In their place, cold, unfamiliar buildings void of any connection to what I know.

Current Mood: pensive

Oh yeah I had a journal...
I have no excuse as always as to why I haven't been updating. I can say I've been lazy but I guess that might not be an excuse. I don't really have any motivation to update since I'm not sure if anyone actually bother to read the journal to see what I'm up to.

Yes, I've made the same comment about people not reading but you know my personality leans towards the insecure and I need validation!

I'm just going to assume that at least three people read this so I suppose that's enough of a validation for me. I don't need much.

Summer school ended on Friday. That means I don't have a job for the next four weeks as I wait for the regular school year to begin again on the 23rd of August. What am I going to do? So much free time isn't all that's cracked up to be.

I suppose I can work on finishing the countless stories I've started. One of my excuses for not finishing them is that I'm always too tired after work to actually think about writing. I'm also going to have to brush up on my artistic abilities since I need to put together 12 pieces of art work to turn in as part of my application to get into Notre Dame de Namur. I'm trying to get into their Art Therapy master's program.

Warning I'm going on a tangent.

Found out Lucy the dog is a Jack Russell Terrier mix. Which explains so much. She has so much energy, she hunts gophers, and clear a three feet barrier like it was nothing. She's constantly running around getting into trouble. I'm wonder sometimes if giving her the name Lucy was a bad idea. I feel like Rick from "I Love Lucy" whenever I start calling for Lucy when she's done something wrong.

Here's a list of some of her antics:
-disappeared for a good 20 minutes
-got out of the backyard and into the streets as I'm parking my car. I almost hit her as she came running to greet me.
-hidden one of each of my dad's slippers. He has three of pairs and all are missing a pair.
-chewed through her harness
-caused Nicole, my niece, to fall which in turn caused her to be dragged a good 2 feet by the other dog cuz she didn't let of his leash when she fell.
-constantly stealing food from the other dog(though I think that's partially CJ's fault cuz he's such a slow poke)

I thought those things only happened on t.v.
How many of you have every seen a comedy where the main characters get locked in a bathroom or any small space? I can think of an episode of The Nanny and one of Friends, there are countless others but I can't seem to remember them. But anyways, the whole getting locked in a bathroom is a cliche and I've always thought only happened on T.V. I was wrong...oh so wrong.

Yes ladies and gentlemen. Not only have I locked myself in the bathroom once but I did it a second time. I keep hearing Carlos Mencia going "ditt dee deee" The first time was at a dinner party a couple of weeks ago at my sister-in-law's parent's house. They had just remodeled their bathroom but I guess they forgot to upgrade the door locks. No matter which way I turned the lock the door would not unlock. I banged on the door for several minutes and when that failed to attract attention I tried calling the house on my cell phone, which I had in my pocket. Since both families can get pretty loud when they're together no one heard the phone ring. I was really getting angry and a little scared. I eventually got the door to unlock after I turned the lock and giggled the knob a couple more times.

The second time was at the same house at another party, this time a birthday party for my niece. I thought I was being slick by not using the same cursed bathroom, I used the second bathroom which they'd also remodeled. And I guess they forgot to upgrade the door knobs on this one too. I was all I'm not getting locked in I'm not getting locked in. By this time I was traumatized the by the first experience and I was tempted not the lock the door but being that there were tons of people in the house I thought it wouldn't be a smart thing to do so I locked the door. Imagine my surprise when again the door did not unlock after I was done using the bathroom. This time panic set in quickly. I banged and screamed and luckily this time the bathroom was close to the family room and the hallway so people heard me this time. It still took a while for them unlock the door though.

I think I've developed a phobia of being locked in a bathroom.

Christmas in June
There is a commercial on the telly where a family visits the grandparents and they celebrate all the holidays in that one visit. The son and the girl are wearing Halloween costumes and the dad is wearing a Santa costume and is holding a Father's day cake. I forget what the commerciall if for but earlier this evening it felt like I was living that commercial.

My sister, brother,sister-in-law and the two nieces from Arizona are visiting and one of them was having a birthday party at my brother's in-law's house. Since the kids were close in age we got presents for both nieces as well as for the five year old one that lives here. So it was like Christmas morning when they started opening their gifts. To add to that bizarre, Christmas in June feeling, during dinner the background music were Christmas songs. It was fun seeing them open their presents.

They're going to be staying for a couple more days, it's going to be sad when they leave. I complain about the screaming and the noise but I know that when they're gone I'm going to miss it. I have to admit though that it's pretty funny watching them all play together. The two younger nieces are constantly fighting with each other but give them a few minutes and they're the best of friends again. Again I'm really going to miss them.

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