September 14, 2007
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i absolutely abhor fast food right now. i feel like it costs waaaaaayy to much. whenever we order something, it’s usually not fresh and for the most part, they screw up the order somehow. and, as if it’s bad enough when they mess up the order, it’s like five billion times worse when you tell them that it’s wrong and you want it fixed. like, i called sonic after they messed up the order and the “manager” started arguing with me. what’s that about? i actually asked her like three times why she was arguing with me. my order was wrong. fix it. end of discussion.
and.
my 22nd is this monday.
gigi and i leave for toronto on wednesday. it’s cold there. brrrrr.
i’m still pissed at being argued with. it gets me all riled and then i’m completely righteous for like seven years after.
whatever.
i know it’s been a while since i talked specifically about gigi, so here goes. she’s fifteen months old now. walking, but not running yet. thank god. i’m still giving her bottles of formula though, she’s very attached though i think she won’t be any trouble at all to wean from the bottle. i just like the connection, even if it’s only for ten minutes.
she’s started a little bit of pretend play. like talking on the telephone, she’s very good at that. she’s so cute to watch. she loves puppies and gets very excited when she sees some.
we’ve been in our “new” apartment for six months now and it feels like forever but also like time has flown. i’m so proud of myself though because i’ve kept it all very neat and clean. our last apartment was a pigsty and it felt like we lived there forever. i kind of miss it, i liked where we lived but there was absolutely no way that we could stay in that complex. they were horrible people and everyone around us hated dogs and we always yelling. it wasn’t exactly the safest place either.
it’s football season, again. i like fall, now that i’m not in school anymore. when i was a child fall was always the worst season. it’s especially so in phoenix because really, there is no such season. there is hot and then mild. usually between 50 and 60 in the “winter.”
and, i’ve come to the conclusion that i can’t stand most other mothers. most of these women are years older than me, not that they’re forty or something, just like 5-7 years older. but they act like old women. and all are high and mighty, i-would-do-anything-for-my-kid-and-probably-would-especially-if-it-was-unnecessary-and-caused-me-discomfort-just-to-show-my-commitment kind of attitude. but the other thing i can’t stand is teenagers who are actively trying to become mothers and fathers. and i don’t mean nineteen, more like fifteen and already have one kid. i never actually thought stuff like that was real, i thought it existed only on springer.
