No More Next Top Model!

This Christmas list will teach me to never let my daughter watch "America's Next Top Model." What the heck was I thinking? See what a little Theraflu will do do ya!

This, people, is my darling 8 year-old's Christmas list:

1. Barbie Princess and the Pauper

2. Prince doll to makeout with Barbie

3.Makeup to make me look like Tyra Banks

4.Bratz dolls because they are hot

5.Cabbage Patch Doll

6.Self-portrait of St. Nicholas

I have failed as a mother! And the strange thing is, none of this really surprised me except for number 6. What's up with that?
Hopefully, this whole model thing will soon pass. My advice, never let your child watch a 7 hour "Next Top Model" Marathon!

Later Taters,
Ney-Ney

I am such a loser

I did no writing today. None. Nada.
I cannot drag myself back to this manuscript. Not right now. I did do a little writing today. I spent two hours trying to write the perfect resignation letter. You know, one that is polite, but to the point. And I sat around pondering just what to say to this lady tomorrow. With the buzz being that I will be escorted out of the school as soon as she reads the letter. I can't help but wonder if I'm doing the wrong thing here. Should I just sit back and watch kids be treated badly and do nothing about it? I tried to talk to our Educational Director about the things I'd seen, but the teacher in question is a church member and her sister-in-law. And when she came into my class and questioned my educational background..."what did you say your degree was in, Miss Kim? Okay...and where did you attend school...oookay."
I just wanted to say to her.."Look, bitch, if you've got something to say, say it. Don't freakin beat around the bush." But I met my "replacment" earlier that day. I young girl about to get her CDA...and she's a church member. I rest my case.
Perhaps when this is all over I can get back to doing what I love. Writing. I'm working on an article I plan to submit to our local paper...all about abuse in local daycare centers.

bubye for now,
Ney-Ney

Well, butter my butt and call me biscuit!

My very first blog! I'm so darn excited I can barely see straight. Something that's mine...all mine. No children screaming "Whatcha got? Can I have some, too?" Nopers...this belongs to mama. Grab that crayon box and create your own little world, this is a child-free site.
Well, a little about me...I'm a forty-something single mom of four ages 28, 22, 8 & 5 and I teach Pre-K. Stress much? And when I find the time I write romance novels. Time-travels to be exact. We have one kitty named Shumba the Bumba, but on those special days she will answer to "you pain in the ass." and one lonely little goldfish named Bubbly Bootie.
Okay, that's enough boring info for now. Next time, not so boring! I hope!