"I Think We're Gonna Have to Get Drunk"

Quick: what movie is that legendary line from???

My right eye is twitching today. If it's not one thing, it's another. I had to call the baby's school today to speak to the counselor about the baby hitting other students. Having to deal with this frustrates and pisses me off no end and it's hard to control my emotions when I think about it, especially since the baby told me that dickhead hits her on her bottom and also hits his and the whore's devil spawn bastard child, so that's where the baby is getting this influence. I have been consciously attempting to make strides in lowering my stress and keep asking myself, when I feel my temper or angst levels rise, "Does it really matter?" and I find myself doing pretty well, but then BAM! Something like the baby hitting other kids pops up and I'm back to square Fucking one--b/c hell yes, that fucking matters. I also had a stressful meeting today at work--the people were delightful, just the subject was stressful so I was still very much on edge and couldn't help it. So tonight when I meet S at the Mezz, I'm afraid a beer is going to have to be in order. I wanted to have a beer all weekend but the H-ween candy and its calories overruled the beer calories. But last night S and I went for a run and that was great, even though I hated every minute of it as always. Running is such a wonderful thing to do--I wish I didn't despise it so!

We had a nice family weekend! H-ween was spent at Auntie R.'s house with S and me taking the baby around the neighborhood for classic trick or treating. I went with my old angel costume and the baby did her cheerleader thing. Saturday was more family fun at the High-spanic Health coalition's family fitness event. Ma came and Auntie R. and the baby did hula hooping, jump roping, climbed the rock wall, and danced with me and Auntie R. We both got our flu shots--free!--and the baby did not put up much of a fuss, for which I was very proud. And I was able to catch a little of the Flatlanders that night, along with some of Jerry Jeff Walker. Great free fun!

Sunday I lounged around in my bed for as long as possible. Then we went to eat at Souper Salad which is becoming a family fave, especially on Sundays when kiddie meals are discounted. S and the baby wanted to see a movie, but there was nothing that I was yearning to see. So they ended up watching High School Musical 3 and the least objectionable thing I could decide on was the new Clint Eastwood joint Changeling, and that was pretty ok since it did satisfy my ever-present true-crime jones.