Save The Drama For Yo Mamma

Today is Mother's Day and I hope you are all celebrating by telling your moms how awesome they are or by having your kiddos smolder you with hugs and kisses.

I am very sad because I can't be with my mommy today but I will be seeing her beautiful face on Thursday and hopefully I'll be able to make up for it then. I hope she's having a good day despite my absence! I sure do miss you, momma. I can't wait to come home even if it's only for a few days. My mom is hands down the best mom I could ask for. She's always there for me when I need her and she is a wonderful best friend.

Say What?

So there I am, minding my own business, walking through the HEB parking lot when all of a sudden from behind me I hear, "Yo, mommy what's good?" Now, I can overlook the complete lack of English speaking grammar in that question; I can even look past the fact that it was yet another sleazy come on from a hommie at the Riverside HEB. What I had a hard time swallowing was the word, "mommy." Boy, I ain't yo momma.

Apparently, among my generation, a trend has formed in which you are to refer to your significant other (more often than not, in a strictly physical situation) using the slang terms "mommy" or "daddy." Come on. I can't be the only one that finds that disgusting. I have one daddy and his name is Terrence Alan Grisham. I have called him daddy since I could speak and that will forever change. So the thought of referring to a man friend as "daddy" makes me want to drive my ass straight to therapy (or confession...whichever is closest). So, seriously, who thought this was sexy? Why would I want a guy looking at me and immediately thinking "mom!" Oedipal complex much? DEAL. BREAKER. I have a name and if you haven't asked it yet there are a vast number of adjectives you could in the meantime. Check your birth certificate-if my name does not appear, you don't get to call me "momma."

Attack Attack!

Very true to form, in times of great stress I am getting sick. I can absolutely guarantee that I will have strep throat by the end of the week. I can feel strep coming from a mile away. It's right on schedule. I get strep like clockwork every semester so I like to keep a little penicillin handy so I can start before I have time to get to a doctor. And considering that I won't have time to see a doctor until the afternoon of the 16th, I'd say my system is pretty smart. When my tonsils attack I like to be right there to attack back. People tell me all the time I should just get them taken out and to those people I say, I tried, but then I got strep. And my father saw that as a sign that I shouldn't have surgery. So here we are.

Aside from getting sick, I'm having a rather good day! I'm still very stressed, but I have made peace with the fact that it's just not going to let up for a while so I may as well just get used to the constant brick on my chest. That being realized has allowed me to take today off for some Barton Springs fun. I was recently elected Vice President of the St. Edward's Communication Society and we all wanted to have an end of year social so we picked a day at Barton. It was very fun! The sun was shining, we had a great picnic, and good company. It was very relaxing and a nice way to end the weekend.

Caroline, Me, Ilse, Angela, Trisha, Bea

To end my night I'm just going to drink lots of water and orange juice while watching Law&Order SVU (because there's always a marathon on tv) and My So Called Life. Because those shows have so much in common....Whatever, I just have diverse tastes and I'm fine with that. Get on my level.