the pests that have been living rentfree chez moi include:

Flour beetle (i think?)

http://www.upcrc.com/guides/houseid/flourbtl.htm

Fruit fly (i think?)

http://www.upcrc.com/guides/houseid/fruitfly.htm

Mosquitoes

http://www.upcrc.com/guides/houseid/mosquito.htm

Ants (but i'm not sure which kind)

Silverfish (I think)

http://www.upcrc.com/guides/houseid/silvrfsh.htm

Oh, and I am truly confirmed as to my new position as a teacher in the toddler room! Yay. My throat thanks me. I will no longer have to holler at other people's children across the playground. That, and they can't talk back. Oh, and I actually have the strength to pick them up, as they are not yet fat little bundles of junk food and whatnot.

They say you shouldn't have to yell to make them hear. However, sometimes, they really can't. Deaf but not really. That condition is truly present in children.

Funny things however, I hear each day.

-"Daddy called me 'Mr.Troublemaker", grinning. From an impossibly adorable (appearance/voice) child, who also is very poor in terms of listening and cleaning up.

-"Everyone has to call me princess!" from yet another impossibly cute child, best friends with the gentleman from above, with the same conditions.

Please let me get my infant tot class tommorrow, so I may save my sanity and health. Better wiping bottoms than screeching. I love babies. Drool is entirely a different matter however...

Also found out today that my co-worker's, the one I know best, water broke. Due date is actually in early October. Hope they're okay. Damn kids, well, the spoiled rotten ones anyway. Stressed her out into an early labor. We folks at work may have to put together a basket of preemie items for her, as the baby shower we just had only supplied her with newborn things.

Well, trying to get classes is a something and a half. There are a billion people in each class, and they're Human Development classes, which makes it all the more odd. These are mostly people who are actually trying to get a degree in Human Development. Strange. Couldn't get into one already and I'm hoping for another. Need atleast 5 people to be absent. Here's the scenario from one class...

Lady speaks up about her friend being in Iran and thus, unable to make it to class. It was an emergency and she couldn't get a ticket back. Will be there in on the next class meeting day.

Result: Too bad for her. Shoulda emailed the instructor but too bad, because she didn't show up. Especially with a 21-people waiting list, she really should've showed up.

So anyway, to conclude the adventure to Legoland. Legoland sucks. Well, it's great if you have a bunch of kids, which I don't. They even have family bathrooms. It's like, men's, women's, and families'. What the heck is that?

The minimodels of the world are really neat though. I can't believe people have enough creativity and time to do all the that. It was really something.

I bought souvenirs though. Two keychains and a stuffed animal. My brother got a sack of legos. Like how at the mall you can a sack of candy and pay by the lb, well at Legoland, it's lego by the 1/4 lb.

My aunt and uncle came back from their trip to HK. I now posess a digital camera (a gift from a friend) but lack the LV purse I wanted, the one with the cherry blossoms. Oh well.

My aunt told me about how at the HHS Link Day, some little chickie had a beyond FAKE LV purse. It was pink flowers on pink. How embarrassing. If you are going to get a fake, atleast make it less obvious. I blush for her. Especially since she carried it like she thought it was the real thing, and not that she didn't care that it was a fake, but like the pattern anyway. I feel something, not really sure what, for all the people who possess beyond fake namebrands. I mean "Prado" or "Guccie" or something to that effect. How embarrassing. They should just spend that money on a nice, name-less purse. Anyway...that's the rant for the day... haha.

Well, time for another wonderful update, starring your's truly...

Now that I've finally wondered near an internet access, and actually gotten a day off, albeit to do work-related schtuff, I will let all of my loyal, teeny-weeny fanbase (haha!) in on the recent events of my ever-so interesting life.

(was that a runon sentence? hm.)

Kids are okay actually. They are not the sweet and adorable things that people without kids think they are, but they're still charming in their own way.

Parents on the other hand, or rather, some of them, should really go and kiss my a**. If I wrote a letter to some parents, it would probably include the following:

1) Your child isn't a effing angel. Nor is she/he even remotely close. As a matter of fact, your "angel" is a devil at school and with his/her little friends. Sneaky lil' bastard.

2) Spoiling your child rotten and regarding him/her as the apple of your eye may work for you, but really, it gives us more work.

3) Potty-train your children already. We do not have the time to change active 3-years old. Especially if your's is indeed, one of the so-called devils.

4) If you want us to do our best with your child, you should work with us, as opposed to being against us all the time. It gets tiring to have to hear "If  _______ happens again, then I'll pull him/her out of this school." Good riddance, I say. Your child sucked anyway, and I'm sure the other kids would say so to. He deserved getting punched/pinched/hit/slapped/bitten, or any combination of the above.

But I love most of my kids. I do hate some but they're a SMALL percentage, and their parents suck hardcore anyway. I love my kids, even the ones who have a listening problem.

My parents are coming next week! Yay. We're gonna go to Legoland. I hope the admission price is worth it. It's ridiculous how much it is. I would much rather go to the zoo, but my brother doesn't want to go. What a spoilsport. haha. The pigs are glad too, because my mommy's gonna bring some of the special cookies they like with them when they drive down. :)

Lil pig is quite big now, but still not as big as the other bigger one. She is still quite dumb however, poor poor pig. Their rear ends are quite a sight, in their enormous-ness. They enjoy stretching out in the heat, and long walks in the shade. Haha.

I hope everyone else's summer is very very fun. I'm enjoying my work-filled days, but sorely feeling less inclination to wear khakis. For 6/7 days, I have to wear khaki. Bah humbug. Thank goodness for whoever created bleach. Bleach is a godsend for chalky khaki pants covered with battle scars (paint/food/etc).

Well, I haven't been seen around these parts in ages!

That's because I've finally started my new and improved job. Me= Preschool Teacher. It's great. Aside from trying to get order and attn, and nap time, it's great. I'll be working with the 3 yr olds this summer for summer camp! And the pay isn't half-bad so that's always a plus. I think I love the babies (1 yr till 22 months) the best. They're so sweet and huggable.