this weekend

i slaved away for hours on a meal (okay well the crock pot slaved away)

wore a really hideous dress to a semi formal dance

flirted with a boy i probably shouldnt be flirting with (i am going on a mission after all)

broke it down tech-ton-ic style on the dance floor

witnessed a freshie (as in fresh off the mish) get giggy with it. hahaha

had some drama didnt like this part

went to Donny Osmond's house

didnt know anyone there, but played it off like i did

got my groove on once again in Donny's pool house

wanted so much to trip a very annoying break dancer

won a cold stone's gift certificate for my sweet dance moves

went to a pawn shop, looked at guns and rings "funny how they always sell those two together"

learned how to skip rocks

spent time with a guy i feel really comfortable with

almost pet a cow

was invited to the ic by a man with luscious blonde locks

was told that that i should never scrimp on t.p. whilst on the mish, "buy the expensive kind, you'll thank me later"

was rejected by a cute asian

and...this is good...

was hit on my a 32 year old.

daycare

i work at a daycare, usually in the baby room.

a nickname that was given to one of the little girls by another is poopyhands.

the nickname is justified.

i'll let you ponder that.

on: old people using facebook

they dont understand how to upload picture and will ask you fifty-thousand times how to do it.

they call it "the facebook" as in "I saw it on the facebook" (actual quote from my aunts and grandparents"

they comment on status, pictures, and other inappropriate places saying embarrassing things, such as old people jokes that are not funny or how much they love as miss your chubby face