So tired...

So, today was...well, it just was!! I think I come home everyday from DCS more tired than I was when I worked as a preschool teacher. At the time, I didn't think there could be a more stressful/tiresome job as having to deal with 13 three year olds everyday by myself...well, I was wrong!!! I want to love my job, or at least like it, but most days I just can't. Don't get me wrong, I love the people that I work closely with everyday...I have some awesome co-workers!...but, the job itself just sucks! But, I'm not going to focus too much on that today...I need a mental break from work!!

Instead, I think I will tell all of you about what happened to me yesterday that I had left out of my blog posting last night. I got bit by a baby mole!! Now, I know you all have to be a mixture of confused as hell and laughing your butts off! I, for one, find it hilarious! See, what happened was this: I pulled into my sister's driveway and proceeded to go up her front porch steps. I noticed that her (inside) cat was outside and was chasing a baby mole. Now, normally, I would just have kept walking inside, but the mole looked pitiful, so I decided to help it. Before you say, awwwww, you're so nice...let me assure you, I'm not. If it had been a mouse or rat, I probably would've put ketchup on it to make it taste better for the cat! I just didn't feel like letting the poor baby mole get killed...it just didn't feel right/humane! So, my 7 year old nephew came outside to help me. He kept the cat off the baby mole while I took the things I was carrying inside. I came back outside to find the mole hiding (shaking!) in some weeds in front of the porch. The cat was still trying to get to it...So, idiot me puts the cat inside and picks up the baby mole!!! Well, it was already scared and then this crazy human picked it up...It just wasn't having it...so, it tried to get out of my grip and I wouldn't let it...So, the poor little guy did the only thing it knew to do...it bit my thumb!! Yes, I threw it down after that...but, this is me, I wasn't done. My nephew helped me get a cup and we cornered the little guy and put him in the cup, and then we found one of the MANY mole holes in my sister's yard and released it into it. Therefore, yes, I did get bit by the little bugger, but we did save it...at least for that day.

In other random thoughts...I've noticed that as I get older, I can't eat the same types of food that I once loved. For instance, Taco Bell (or Taco Hell as my friends and I often call it)...what a guilty pleasure that place USED to be for me. Now, when I eat it, it just makes me ill. Why? I don't know! I'm only 23!!! I'm not supposed to be getting nauseous from this stuff, or having heartburn...or anything!! I'm supposed to eat it, gain the weight from all the calories that crap packs on, and move on with my life! Instead, I've found myself passing by Taco Bell and thinking about the "good ole days"! SERIOUSLY!!!?????!!!!!!! What crap! It just makes me mad!!!

Ok, bloggers...All this talk of Taco Bell has made me hungry...I'm off to figure out what I want for dinner...And, you guessed it, it won't be Taco Hell!

Until tomorrow,

Hope Renae