what a boost

Let's see that again in the replay -


Tuesday morning i'm standing at the kitchen sink either washing out baby bottles or eating oatmeal (not really sure which) and my mom comes in.

"Are you going to school or work today"
"School"
"Like that???"
I then look down at my infamous grey sweatshirt-denim shorts-flip flop combo and wonder what the hell is wrong with what i'm wearing??
"Yesssss, like this"
"You're never gonna get a doctor to marry you like that!"

and there it was again. the *THAT* that just seems to dig into my skin. i then say to my mom...

"Right now, i'm just trying to *get* a degree."

So i wonder. Why is it that in society these days a woman needs to be taken care of? I often joke with the boyfriend that he needs to be my sugar daddy. But truth is... i can take care of myself and always have. Have never had a man take care of me... nor do i want them to. Right now i'm just trying to get to the point where i can take care of myself and my son, and lady...

the shorts and sweatshirt are doing it!

NEXT:

the worst thing happened yesterday. i went to work, tried to turn on the iPod. and pffffft, it won't. refuses. So i go find the boyfriend (because men are always good with tech crap) and pout while he's playing with it and hooking it up to this and that and looking at it so pensively. He tries to hook it up to the computer and still - nothing. He says "it's your iPod." and i gasp. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT THE ipooooooooooooooooooooooooood!"

so i take it to the geek squad at Best Buy. My geek's name was "Ratt" i kid you not! and he says "you've only had this for three weeks and it's *already* doing this?" that was comforting buddy, how much did you say that extended warranty was again????

so they just flat out hand me a brand spankin' new ipod. i tried to scam them, but my flippin' friend Amy who was being a saint that day (more on that later) decided to say "you didn't originally have a 60 gig." what a witch. turns out, she just didn't want to have iPod envy and let me walk out of the store with a pod bigger than hers. Fine.

why not? your boobs are bigger than mine!!!

so i just updated my new pod, which i have named "Manic Medical Music" because one of these days... i'll be that doctor my mom is hoping i'll someday marry.....