POTTY TRAING

OMG, its that time in my little womans' life. The time that she will forsaken diapers and pull ups forever. Surprising y she is not opposed to the idea of going potty. she needs to work on timing. She will wait till the very sec. that she can not hold it any more and just let it flow or go where ever she may be. I must say that she is so cute running around the house in her Tinkerbell undies. They are so tiny and adorable.

my a staranged love life.

Am I the only female that has no luck in love? Why must I continue to endure all of the torment that steadily occurs within my love life. It's kinda ironic that I would use this term due to the mere fact that it is non existing. What could it be about me do I appear as a threat to the opposite sex, am I to confident in myself, or is it just my moto to not put with any mans' BS.

stress

uuugghhh! It the dreaded final exams. O how I wish this period of the semester was over. It is not coming fast enough. On top of the finals I had a research paper due and a test and to read o 400 page book for a final. My life as of now does not do me justice. LMAO someone plz call 911.

female ways

My daughters donor made a b**** move a few days ago. The story starts with me taking child support out on him. As suspected he didn't take the news very well. H e went on to call my child and I B's and for us to f off. So me myself was curious to know how could he say the things that he said to and about me about OUR child, when he has another female in his life that has told him a numerous amount of times before that her child was already suspected not to be his was truly not. He called the female to tell her that I said something personal about her child. Something a female would do to another.

sperm donors

I cant even fathom what exactly my problem was or what I was going through to end up in my current situation. The situation at hand is my daughters sperm donor who is completely absent from her life and has been for the two years that she has been on this earth.Kourtnie's financial ,emotional , and mental stability come from me. She is mine and I am proud to say that I am her mother and father.

the end to a great weekend

This weekend to my surprise was a great one. I started my weekend on Thursday with my refund check cumming at 1:30p.m. I left school ready to hit the mall.When my sister,cousin ,and I got to the Center ville mall I head straight to Sears to get my oil changed and brakes replaced.I had only anticipated on spending only about fifty dollars at the most.To my unexpected surprise I ended up spending six hundred dollars.  had to get sum part that holds the tire onto the car had literally just about broken off.But I had to get it done because that was my only transportation. So while my sister and cousin are happily spending their money,I was just watching.Then came Friday. I woke early on my way to the nail salon.I didn't expect a pedicure and manicure to take three hours but it did.Afterwards I had to get home to get Kourtnie ready for her four O'clock appointment at Sears to have her pictures taken.But miss Kourtnie wouldn't cooperate with the photographer or myself.She cried from the time I unbuckled her car seat until the time we left out of the studio;which was 45 minutes later. After we left Sears I dropped her off at my mothers house. Now mys sister ,cousin,sister n law ,and myself are on our way to the club to have some grown up fun.But it wasn't what we expected.There were only kids there.  So we had to make the best of the situation, which was dancing to our own beat.Then came Saturday. Saturday had a slow but sure start.Kourtnie and I slept all day long. We both really got and started moving about around five O'clock.At eight o clock I started getting ready to got out to this night club called the Rock.But on our way with only about one more mile to go we get stopped by a State patrol officer stating that I was speeding.He said that I was going sixty five in a thirty five mph zone. He went on to believe that I had been drinking and gave me a breathalyser test;which I passed.Finally came Sunday. I got up early to get myself ready for church and to get my boyfriend home so that he could do the same .After the service I felt cleansed and uplifted.

simply jess: boring

simply Jess: boring: "I know that I'm not the only person that sits in their classes during whatever time of the day and wish that their professor would just get ..."

boring

I know that i'm not the only person that sits in their classes during whatever time of the day and wish that their professor would just get with the lesson or just let you go home. I have a class which is mt very 1st class of the day and the only thing that we do in the class is attend and write essays which is boring and not interesting at all.I ask myself how am I expected to learn in here.No one will focus on anything that doesn't appeal to them. OMG!

awwwwww.

When a boring weekend begins it always give a tell tell sign.the begining of my bad weekend starts with no plans what so ever and sitting in the house on my couch with Kourtnie watching reruns of whatever is on at that min.Some say that I act as if i'm a 50 yr. old woman because of the fact that I sit at home and go nowhere and that I should know that due to the simple fact that my own baby tries to leave me every chance she gets no matter if my sistr or her aunt. Kourtnie is outta here.LOL

the start of a bad day.

It's 7a.m. and instead of being awoken by a neighbors annoying barking dog or a loud car being crank to warm this morning.I was awaken by my sister using her EMERGENCY key to tell me that the tire on my car was flat.Then my daughters aunt calling my phone repeatedly for nonsense.Not only that but an aggravating boyfriend asking simple minded questions about everything that my 18mth child could answer. Sometimes I ask myself does he ask just to get on my nerves or does he really not know? Now I am scrambling around trying to take a shower, doing hair ,finding something to put and actually getting it on, and still trying to fix my initial problem"finding a way to school; and, did I mention that I stay in Marshallville GA. after calling around for about 20 mins. my mother finally agrees to take us to school after 10 more mins outta my day arguing.After I think that the worst is past me I fatally forget that I had a five pg. essay due in my 9:30 art APR. class and by now it is 9a.m. and i am on the interstate to Macon state College which is 45minutes away. I finally arrive to my destination 15mins late and immediately start on my essay but I forget that I never got a chance to buy a stapler due our glorious days out of class.I still didn't get to turn in my essay ,so I darted across campus to buy a stapler from the book store and ended up being late for my math class.Now that's luck for ya.