Freaks and Geeks: A Bit Like My Life #NaBloPoMo

Hubby and I started watching "Freaks and Geeks" a few nights ago and it reminds me a little bit of my teenage life.  I've always felt awkward.  Half freak, half geek.  Part of it stems from being raised by super strict parents. The other part was that we moved to Long Beach, California from Guam in 1986 when I was 11 years old.  Being a pre-teen is weird territory as it is but all I knew was my sheltered life on an island with strict parents and a huge, close-knit family.  That isolation ultimately made me feel like the weirdest girl at Hudson Elementary.  But I made friends quick because Long Beach is crazy diverse.  It was also a Navy city so I probably wasn't as misplaced as I thought I was.  That doesn't mean I didn't have growing pains.  I was Millie but wanted to be Lindsay.

One of the funniest stories of my youth was when I had my best friend Denise over one time and we were in my yard and some girl started picking on Denise so she called her a slut.  All hell was about to break loose - it looked like a pair of chickens bawking when my mom came outside and called us in.  My mom asked us what happened and I told my mom that the girl was mad because Denise called her a slut.  I had no clue what the big deal was - what the hell was a slut anyways.  Denise had to tell me after my mom gave us a lecture.  She immediately called Denise's mom to pick her up and I wasn't allowed to hang with her ever again.  And that was the start of my curiosity... what were my parents not telling me?  What were they hiding?  My whole life I always thought they were on the up and up.  This was when I started to rebel.

( I'm working on a series of stories about growing up. )

Have you ever related with a character on a show or movie?  

 

Big Surprise The Day After Election 2012 #NaBloPoMo

Yep, I was bonafide worried that Obama would lose... possibly the cause of my anxiety for the past few months.  But after the networks projected Obama as the winner and Romney finally conceded, I slept so well last night.  And I honestly had no intentions of writing about the election on my blog.  I shared my thoughts on Twitter and my personal Facebook and was going to leave it at that.

And then I found Duke texting Hubby this:  Hi daddy it was awesome last night

Imagine that.  Our 6 year old actually enjoyed the night we had.  It consisted of waiting for Daddy to get home from work at 4:30pm, rush over to our local polling place, head back home to watch the election returns and coverage, wait for Romney's concession speech and finally hear our 44nd President of the United States Barack Obama's victory speech.

Don't underestimate your children.  They have a voice.  Take the time to listen to them.

Hubby and I high-fived.  I got teary eyed.  All parties aside (even though my family is born and bred Democrats to the core.)
I voted for women's rights, healthcare and equality.  

I can not describe how my mom is always worried about her health insurance since she was diagnosed with cancer in 2010.  She stresses so much about not having coverage if she ever decides to transfer jobs or move back to California because of her "pre-existing condition".  Under Obamacare, she is covered NO MATTER WHAT.  I am relieved that this is an option for her now.  

Whoever you voted for and whatever you believe in - let the man do his job these next four years.  

#SOC Sunday: I took on too much this year.

I took on too much this year.

And this week I finally crash and burned.  

Today I accused Chris of sucking up the Internet and yelled at him to get off so I could take a Poli-Sci exam and then I cried something ridiculous.  Babies don't even fake cry like I did.  I don't even know wtf I was even crying for.  He looked at me like I was crazy and I don't blame him.  I calmed myself down, was a whole lot embarrassed to be so dramatic and attempted to take the exam and 10 questions in - I closed the tab.  Me, all me.  No one to blame but myself.  And then I really cried.  Tears and tears.  Like wtf am I doing.  Why did I do this to myself.  TAKE ON SO MUCH.  

Homeschooling, full-time college course load, blogging and event planning all together with running a family with a baby!  Coupled with the fact that the NHL lockout is hurting us financially (Chris is only working part-time, I went on a one year leave of absence till September 2013) and the Holidays are looking grim.  I just had enough of EVERYTHING (Election anxiety, Sandy, money worries, deadlines).  Took on too much.

Everyone makes homeschooling look easy... Duke is a fast learner but I don't think I'm just teacher material.  I know, I know.  I've reinforced the theory that parents are every kid's first teacher and I truly believe it but I'm not made for creating curriculum, developing ideas and following through.  It is hard to stick to the plan of a homeschool day with a cute baby.  Duke and I would start off on schedule and then I'd have to stop teaching to feed Omar and then Duke would want to kiss and play with him.  How can I say no?  I got sucked into laying around with the baby too.  It's a wonder how we got any work done!

This much I know, I'm looking forward to Winter break.