This morning I saw a girl with bare feet in leggings.  It was freezing outside as in the temperature that water freezes.  I didn't want to stare at her because I was thinking WTF is up with your fashion statement.  I know I did that when I was an undergraduate at Oglethorpe, but not when I could get blisters on my toes.  When I got closer, I saw tears streaming down her panic stricken face.  She asked if I had a pencil.  I told her that I didn't have one with me.  I called back to her and said if she would come with me I could get her a pencil, but she said she needed one now.  There is no need of trying to talk sanity into a panic stricken late foe their final exam undergraduate.  It didn't matter that my office was just an elevator ride upstairs and that my adviser has pencils strewn about the office for easy access for similar situations that undergraduates often find themselves in.

I realized this morning that I did completely answer the questions on my final assignment in my statistics class.  I was in such a rush to finish the assignment that I didn't double check it before sending it in.  Oh well, I got an 85.  When I turned it in a day early and before double checking it, I only cared that I got home to take care of my sick baby.  That's all I care about.  I got an A in the class.  I only care that I got a B.

My cousin got married over the weekend and John decided to pick this time to develop a sinus or ear infection. I am still waiting on the call from the doctor so I can make an appoint with them.  He has been recorded forever as being the bratty screaming child at the wedding.  I knew my record of having an angel would eventually be broken.  I hope all of those old bitties know that I have no respect for for elders.  I will call it out I don't care how old you are or how long you have lived.  It doesn't entitle you to anything in my book because as I have stated the song really is about me.    If I weren't a member of the wedding party the mama bear in me would have shown them exactly what a mama bear does.  You don't talk about me and my child where I can hear it.  You need to say it to my face. 

He had a fever.  He says that his noses, eyes, mouth, ears, head, and hair hurts.  My mom forgot to give him another dose of Tylenol and cold medicine (yea that's right to I did say C_O_L_D medicine, but that's another post).  He screamed that he wanted to go.  He screamed that he was crying and he that he was mad.  It was bad and I felt horrible for my little guy. Jim couldn't make the short drive from Tuscaloosa to Akron/Eutaw so he wasn't able to rescue my little guy from the longest wedding I have ever been to.  The ceremony was long.  They didn't start on time so he had already been there for like an hour.

I didn't get any pictures because my camera didn't have any batteries.  I thought it would make it.  That woman put glitter on my eyes.  Not only was there gold glitter, there was some weird shade of pinky orange on my eyelids that I have never seen and probably will never see again.    I did like the lipstick though.

My Mama used to curse my all the time.  She especially cursed me when I was a teenager.  She used to say, "when you have kids they are going to be worse than you are." 

I'd be thinking in my head, "whatever woman.  I am pretty damned cool and if my children are half as cool as I am, I'd be good.  We'd hang out and do all sorts of coolness together."  That really is what I thought I would think when I was an adult with teen aged children.  I have a lot of bad Mama Karma coming my way. 

There is one particular thing that I really have it coming for.  When he was in high school, my brother had a girlfriend that could have been my Puerto Rican twin sister. She got pregnant and had a baby while they were still in high school.  She may have graduated, but I really don't know.  One day my mom found a picture of her daughter and came to me all distraught.  She asked me if I knew Vanessa had a baby.  I said that I did.  She asked if I had seen the picture.  I said that I had and she was a cute little girl.  She asked if I thought the baby looked like me.  I said that I didn't but I thought she looked just like her mother.  This conversation went on for years.  I would never admit that the girl looked like me when I was a baby.  It was always she looked like her mother or she probably looks like her mother looked when she was a baby.  She finally stopped asking me.

My mom finally meet Vanessa maybe 4 or 5 years ago. She gave me the look she used to give me when she would utter that curse that every mother puts on their child.  I swear I don't know why we haven't evolved into blood thirsty lunatics by now.  That curse says we should have. 

After she meet her, She looks at me with cursing in her eyes and asks "Why didn't you tell me that Vanessa looks just like you?" 

I suddenly remember tormenting my mom about the fact that Vanessa's child didn't look like me. 

"I thought you already knew."  I laughed. 

"No I had never meet the girl." 

"She used to come over all the time."  I said.  "I thought you knew they were just friends and not dating." 

"Yea, that's what your brother said."  She said still with the cursing in her eyes. 

I can't imagine what she must have been going through thinking that you might have had a grandchild out there that you know nothing about and had nothing to do with when you aren't that kind of person.  Like I said, I have some major Mama Karma coming to me.

When I was 18, 19, 20, I understood that I was snarky and obnoxious.  I don't know why I continued the whole she doesn't look like me when I was older.  I could have told her that Vanessa looks like me so it is understandable that our children are going to look alike and that Raymond was just friends with Vanessa.  It is too late.  I have to brace myself for the Karma that I am due.  Then again she probably shouldn't have let my doll get sick and die while I was at school.