happy birthday mommy

yep, it's my mom's birthday. i skipped the family tradition of calling at the stroke of midnight though i'm one of three on this coast so it wouldn't have been that late. so i called today while babysitting (more on that later). she was watching the coretta scott king funeral. sad. she said she was making herself a veggie lasagna. sad. then i talked to my sister. we decided we'll get her a better mattress for her birthday instead of a laptop. i was gunning for the laptop. my mom has a, like (the 'like' is 'totally' necessary), 1999 Gateway laptop with Microsoft XP. in other words a piece of shit. it crashed when she tried to install dsl software! insane. but, i don't live there and i suppose she needs her sleep.

i hated work today. i went to along to take someone somewhere and the whole time i felt like, "this must be what having a child is like". i wanted alone time. i was like adam sandler in big daddy, "you'd think he'd want some alone time!" but no he didn't. i had to walk him to the toilet because unlike adam sandler's character i don't condone public urination. i had to do this TWICE. the man is just completely not functional. it's sad and horrible and the system sucks ass but i'm way too tired of dealing with other people's problems. i know that's a harsh thing for a social worker to say but i'm more about honesty these days. so, i'm working on fixing this. i don't know how exactly but i've got some ideas.

what else? nothing really. went to kickboxing class. big ouch. the ab stuff is getting easier so i keep going. went to dalo's with d afterwards. fuck yeah, i love me some chicken tibbs.