The roads didn’t look too bad which is saying something since I live on a back road. So Bill, little Bill and I took off for the hospital which is located in Delaware (I’m in Jersey.) It turns out the roads we had to take were terrible. Bill drove very slowly. We passed a couple cars, no problems. Then came an SUV on the other lane driving in the opposite direction, and seconds later it begins to swerve. Bill reacts calmly and makes a sudden turn towards the side of the road and stops. We look behind us and watch the car spin out of control and crash. From my angle it didn’t look like she had hit anything, but we  go back to check. Now I can see that the driver’s side had collided with a tree and was completely smashed in. She didn’t look hurt, but she looked panicked and was crying. I felt very sorry for her. A guy who had witnessed the accident came out of his house and approached the girl, as did Bill.

As I sat in the car waiting for the news and waiting for Bill, I started thinking. I thought about my son and what I would have done if her car had crashed into ours. I started panicking and became paranoid that another car was going to swerve and run into us and I would lose my son. I wanted Bill to hurry up. I unbuckled my seat belt and contemplated taking Billy out of his car seat so that I could be ready to exit if I needed to. But then Bill came back. He told me that she had a pretty bad head injury and was bleeding. He said she was in shock and couldn’t even answer the question “Are you okay?” After a few minutes, I guess, she was able to tell them that she was headed to school–most likely the school I go to.. I’ll get to that in a second. A few minutes after he got back in the car I broke down. I kept reliving the scene in my head and couldn’t help but think about the what ifs. There is no love in the world like a parent’s love for their child. Believe me. Needless to say we didn’t make it to Delaware today. The roads were far too bad. Screw that.

Oh, and after I found out that she was headed to school, I got pissed off. It made me so incredibly mad that someone got into a fricking accident on their way to school when they shouldn’t have even had to drive there to begin with. As far as I’m concerned, the school should have been closed and not open until they knew every road was clear. Not everyone lives on the fricking highway. I didn’t go to school today due to the roads + the experience I’ve just described. I am tempted to give the school a piece of my mind.

I hope the girl is okay and will not suffer any permanent damages. She is in my thoughts.

And yes, for those who didn’t know, which is mostly everyone, I had a son. He was born this past December 12th. He is now nearly three months old. Some day soon I will tell you all about his birth.. it’s quite a story. Also, I will post pictures sometime later.

I just went downstairs and got my first Dean List certificate that my mom framed (which I didn’t even want her to do, by the way) and I decided to take it out of the frame so I could put it with my other two certificates; guess what I discover?: She cut the sides of so she could fit it in to too small of a frame. I know this might seem like a small thing, but god damnit, it was MY certificate. She had no right to cut it. Anyone that knows me knows how OCD I am, so this pisses me off. But OCD aside, this act pisses me off because I earned the certificate. She should have at least had the decency to ask if she could cut it. But my mom is not a decent person, she does what she wants. I told her I wanted the certificate in my possession, originally, and she had refused to give it me. It was a fight for the second one, too. Bitch, go to college if you want a dean’s list certificate.

And please don’t bother replying if you’re going to tell me to relax and that my mom is just proud of me. You don’t know my mom and you don’t know the shit she has put my family and I through.

There is a reason little things like this get to me.

Dear Mrs. Hock,

I always buy your ten cent pencils, and my classmates and I have noticed that the lead breaks when you sharpen them. I have an excellent answer for this problem. I hope you consider it.

This is my main idea. You should get rid of the ten cent pencils, and get get a better quality pencil and make it under 25 cents. Children are wasting their money on the ten cent pencils.

I have given my idea a lot of thought. I hope you consider it. Thank you for your time.

…. So basically I am telling her to get rid of the cheap pencils and get some better ones, but still keep them reasonably priced. I was a funny kid.

. Now, prior to doing this I really didn’t believe that much could be told from someone’s handwriting, but my god, these results were dead on. I was shocked and amazed. For a split second I thought: “Is someone stalking me?”

Nicole has difficulty making decisions. Her mind changes constantly. She lives in an emotional tug of war. Nicole could be described like a thermometer. Today warm and friendly, yet tomorrow she may be distant and cold, not wanting to be close to anyone. Some research indicates that people with a severe variety in the slant of their handwriting have an inability to tolerate sugar and are suffering the side-effects of too much sugar in their diet. If moods swings are a reoccurring issue, investigate the diet.
If Nicole encounters a situation she cannot handle she frequently pulls into herself. She feels her emotions are secure if she is withdrawn. When she has solved the problem she can be very outgoing and again need other people’s companionship. Some see Nicole as very moody, but it it would be more accurate to say she has two complete personalities that she chooses depending on the circumstance. This type of person is often hard to understand because no one knows what personality she is exhibiting today. She may not be bothered by something one minute, then the next minute become upset at the same thing. It is very difficult to pin down Nicole’s emotional expressiveness.

People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Nicole doesn’t write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.
Nicole will be candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don’t really want her opinion, don’t ask for it!
In reference to Nicole’s mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Nicole slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.

She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Nicole can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.
Nicole’s true self-image is unreasonably low. Someone once told Nicole that she wasn’t a great and beautiful person, and she believed them. Nicole also has a fear that she might fail if she takes large risks. Therefore she resists setting her goals too high, risking failure. She doesn’t have the internal confidence that frees her to take risks and chance failure. Nicole is capable of accomplishing much more than she is presently achieving. All this relates to her self-esteem. Nicole’s self-concept is artificially low. Nicole will stay in a bad situation much too long… why? Because she is afraid that if she makes a change, it might get worse. It is hard for Nicole to plan too far into the future. She kind of takes things on a day to day basis. She may tell you her dreams but she is living in today, with a fear of making a change. No matter how loud she speaks, look at her actions. This is perhaps the biggest single barrier to happiness people not believing in and loving themselves. Nicole is an example of someone living with a low self-image, because their innate self-confidence was broken.
Nicole is selective when picking friends. She does not trust everyone. She has a select group of people that are truly close to her, usually two or three. She is careful when choosing her inner circle of friends.
Nicole has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people. (Kind of contradicts the previous one, but this is how I’ve been recently in school and such.. ie. joining the honor society and befriending the people I mentioned in the previous entry… But I am still extremely selective of the people I truly let in. ..Haha, I guess these last two show my two different personalities, eh, Kya?)

Before I get into what else I want to say, I feel I need to explain that this honor society is more than just a scholarly thing; it’s an international honor society that has been around since the early 1900′s with chapters in eight countries (so far), and besides “recognizing academic achievement” the society’s mission statement is also “to provide opportunities for individual growth and development through participation in honors, leadership, service and fellowship programming.”

Of course, while the society provides the means of achieveing its mission statements, the individual chapter leaders and officers (at the different schools) are instrumental in their own success. They need to be the ones that go out there and make things happen. There are many chapters that exist purely for the benefits that the society offers, but they do not get involved; which sadly means they do not get the complete rewarding experience of being a part of such an organization. In being a member you can help people, you can help the world, and you can truly make a difference.

Now, the members of the society who are actually involved with the fund raisers and such are those who attend the meetings. And while my school’s chapter is one of the better ones, we only have a little more than a handful of members attend the meetings. I think it’s sad, but I think that with effort, we can get the attendee count up, which will only mean we will be able to do more.

Now that I’ve explained that, I will get back to what I was going to say. The second meeting I attended there was a nomination “ceremony” for officer positions — you could volunteer as a nominee, you could nominate someone else — Officer positions include: President, Vice President, Recording Secretary and Treasurer.

Now, I haven’t been a member for long, but no one was really volunteering and I knew I wanted to be more involved, so I volunteered myself as a nominee for recording secretary ( there was no way I was going to run for president or vice president.. that would see a LITTLE presumptuous of me.. haha.) So, the last meeting I attended (and the last of the semester) we had voting and I am now the recording secretary. Of course, I wasn’t running against anyone but I did give a little speech to help assure them that I will be taking all my responsibilities seriously and I also went into how great the organization is.

Here are my responsibilities according the honor society’s manual:

1. Take and present minutes at each chapter meeting
2. Maintain the chapter calendar of events
3. Maintain a record of chapter events, including photos, flyers and newspaper articles, for the Chapter Record Book
4. Compile and update contact information for members

Now, what I do may differ somewhat from that list… I may have more responsibilities. Our chapter adviser told me that this summer all the officers will get together and we’ll discuss who’s going to have what responsibilities. It’s a group effort, really. No position in the club is a small one.

We may be discussing this at an event in which the new officers (except one, she’s busy) plan to attend next month. It’s an Officer’s Academy, the purpose of it being to develop leadership skills among incoming chapter officers. I believe it’s June 12th-13th and I know it’s out-of-state, so we’d be staying overnight. It seems like it will be a great event.

Speaking of the new officers, two of them are people that I happened to befriend right away, so that’s pretty cool. We all had lunch together yesterday, and it was nice. It feels good to be involved in something.

My dad’s a cool guy, and not trying to sound vain, but we’re a lot alike. Unfortunately this means that we do clash, and usually when we do, it can get pretty heated… but nevertheless, he’s a good man and I couldn’t ask for a better dad.

A few funny tidbits that only make me love the guy more:

1. The guy can’t sing, and when he’s singing, he NEVER rhymes, but it’s funny anyway. And he always sings about the most random things. “Paper in the wind” sticks out the most in my mind.
2. Sometimes when he’s being witty and/or repeating random things that he thought was funny and expecting the listener to think is funny, or to understand it, he will skip important details, which can make him sound a little retarded… Now, I’m like him in this way because most of my humor requires the recipient (of the joke/comment) to use their mind and make connections, BUT my dad tends to say things that only he’ll get because no one saw that episode or heard that saying (etc.) he was making the connection with (or the subject being connected to his joke is so old that I need to be reminded of how it makes sense.) Yesterday he kept saying “Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Johnny Cash” And I finally ask him why he keeps saying that, and he says “I’m watching X-Files” … And I’m like, “WTF are you talking about?” And then he explained the connection and it was funny, but my god, if I didn’t know him, I would seriously question his sanity sometimes.
3. He’s what I call a “Sophisticated Hick” He doesn’t really fit the “hick” stereotype… that’s because he’s a sophisticated one! It’s hard to explain, but if you knew him like I do, you’d understand.
4. He gives people nicknames. I don’t know why, but he does. And they’re usually the weirdest names. “Ruth” and “Matilda” were two of my tutors.
5. I learned recently that my dad apparently didn’t know what you call those “Elastic Doohickeys that go around the hair” … hair bands, pony tails, etc., if you don’t know.

And now for a more serious list (well, some of it):

1. He’s always been his own person. He doesn’t try to be anyone else.
2. He’s probably the smartest person I know. Not only was he an ace in school (was 7th in his class) but he also has life smarts — the intelligence that I feel really counts.
3. He also knows everything. Yes, it’s true!
4. He’s someone who I can just hang out with. Like I said, we’re a lot alike. Same kind of humor, same musical tastes, same television tastes, same food tastes. Yeah, he’s one cool cat.
5. Oh, and he can cook too. Gotta respect a dad that can cook!
6. He was able to quit drinking. If he didn’t do that, life would have really sucked, let me tell you.
7. He’s the hardest working person I know and on top of that, he is also the least selfish person. He’s a true family man that has always worked his ass off to keep us on our feet. I respect him more than I can put into words.

Yep, thats’ my dad.

I mentioned a long time ago (on howlatthemoon.org) that last semester I was invited to join an Honor Society but I declined because I wasn’t sure how my Maths course was going to go (insanely sucky teacher… don’t want to get into it again) Well, that course didn’t screw me as much as I was anticipating and my GPA is still a 3.577, so after being invited to join the society again this semester, I accepted the invitation. Our school’s chapter (of the society) put together a really nice induction ceremony. I didn’t think much of my membership before it, but after I went and got inducted (and after my boyfriend and family showed me how proud they were of me) I felt pretty proud of myself. It was a very nice time.

And now for a completely different subject: In March, for my dad’s birthday, my family went to see a hockey game (hockey is his sport.) It was such a good game. They ended up having to go into a shoot out and ultimately the team we were rooting for won — we really got our money’s worth! My dad was really happy; it was great to see him have such a good time.

Here’s a couple of pictures from the game:

Who’s gonna get the puck?
Looks like they’re all having a meeting. :s
The ref better move…
Lots of sticks (don’t mean that in a perverted way.. ;o)
A shot from afar.
The sticks have been dropped, the fight is on!
A closeup of the fight. The guy from the team my family supported (the one on the right) seriously knocked the other guy out.

There were SO many fights that game. I know fighting is normal in hockey, but my family and I were thinking that these teams did not like each other.

And a little earlier this month my dad went in for hip replacement surgery. Now, my dad’s hips are about as bad as a person’s hips can get (especially the left one, the one he had replaced) He was born without them fully formed, they were missing cartilage and all. After years of use my dad literally wore them down to the point that the doctor who did the surgery was perplexed at how my dad was even able to walk. I am guessing it was one of the worst cases the doctor had ever seen. I can’t even imagine the pain he must have been in. He rarely even took medicine, too; the most he’d take was an aspirin every once in a blue moon. A new hip is going to change his life. Now, we wait to see if he’ll agree to get the second one done. I am hoping that after he sees the difference this new hip will make, he’ll go and have the other one replaced, too. The right one is not as bad as the left but it’s still really freaking bad.

Yesterday I went to a picnic at my sister’s school. And I am so damn sore. They had setup a kickball game, you see, and while I do exercise (I lift weights, do push ups, etc), I haven’t played a full-on contact sport in a while and thus, I haven’t exercised certain muscles in certain ways for a while — Maybe I wouldn’t be hurting so much if I was sane when I participated. See, when I play sports, something changes inside me; I’m like the Hulk. MUST RUN AROUND LIKE A NUT BECAUSE I MUST BE EVERYWHERE THE BALL IS, I MUST NOT LET ANYONE SCORE, I MUST SCORE, AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY, I MUST WIN. I do not smile when I play, I actually look like I’m angry; that’s my concentration face and I get like that every time I compete. I am partially crazy when it comes to sports and other competitions. But anyway, it was a lot of fun and it really makes me want to be on a sports team again.

And right now I am watching Saving Silverman for about the 100th time. Woo.

Anyway, I’ve been wanting to blog for a while, but right now I am too tired to write about anything else. However, I will be showing my face, or better yet, typed ramblings, soon. Right now I’m going to watch me some Two and a Half Men and then some Smackdown, and maybe I’ll even get something to eat AND drink. Wowwww.

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I don’t usually make a fuss about contests, but the company sent me an e-mail about this contest shortly after I took pictures of my new puppy —- It was tempting! And I figure, why enter a contest and not try to win it? And I can’t win it without votes. So please, help a fellow blogger out and vote for Moose.

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