You know that jelly fish feeling you have inside after you've been waking up at 4:30 a.m to meet deadlines and make arrangements and get organized and make preparations and be of assistance to?
My daughter, who has a way with words, would call it that uber pooey feeling.
I'm not talking about that uber pooey feeling you get when you haven't had a printer since December and when you buy a new one it doesn't work anyway because your home computer crashed and only runs in safe mode and your office computer freezes every 42minutes (so DON'T FORGET TO SAVE or you'll end up under the gun having to retype chapters four and five of your son's autobiography for him before noon.)
I'm talking about that uber pooey feeling you get after you retype chapters four and five of your sons autobiography and find out the print center on campus is running a big project so you have to run to the copy center and pay $25 and wait 25 minutes to have it printed out.
I hate that feeling!
I think the universe is punishing me for rooting for Adam on American Idol. You must admit he's insanely talented, creative, original and versatile. I bet he's flexible too. But after last night I'm officially in the Kris camp.
I actually can't watch either one of them sing. They both creep me out. Adam's eyes say, LOOK AWAY little girl, before I bite your stinky neck. And Kris's mouth says, It's not easy being green!
Was that rude?
Not trying to be rude, peeps. Just sayin'. Bless his little kermit mouth. My mouth gets all bent out of shape like that when I blog so I have total compassion.
Before I go I just want to say that while I was retyping chapters four and five of my son's autobiography I learned things I never knew about his hopes and dreams.
Do you mind if I share? (Go grab yourself a tissue, because I laughed my mascara off.)
I have high expectations for high school. I’m going to be in AP classes with a 4.3 GPA. But the biggest thing I want to accomplish in high school is to be the Valevictorian.
I want to go to a Division I college. Any college between Duke and North Carolina, maybe Stanford, Kansas, Oklahoma, Oregon, UCLA, USC, Georgetown, Notre Dame or NYU. One of those colleges would be cool.
I know! I know, It will cost a lot to get into one of these colleges, but I think I can pull it off. I don't know yet what I want to major in yet. Right now I am leaning towards something that has to do with acting. For plan B I might want to get an education in plumbing. I always found that fascinating.
If over/underachieving makes him an (oxy)moron then I'd have to say that's my boy!