You spin my head right round.

I called out sick today from school so that I can make my house look presentable for when my mom gets here.  Apparently she's not getting here until tomorrow, late morning-ish.  Part of me thinks she's trying to surprise me and she'll be here today.  If you have been following the countdown on my facebook, you'll see that it's a countdown to today, but when I talk to her on the phone she's like "well, we're going to take our time driving up there, so we probably won't get there until Friday."  But anyway, my calling in sick couldn't have come at a better time.  We're at the end of the school year and so everyone has a ton of work to do, and these lazy bastards wait until the day it's due to start it, and some teachers actually expect me to LITERALLY do it for them.  Not happening.  One of my students is 18, but she seriously has the mentality of an 11 year old.  She's more immature than the girls on my basketball team.  To top it off, she's bipolar.  I'm pretty sure yesterday was the beginning of her downward spiral because she was being a fuckin' bitch to me!  I get the last laugh in the end though because she has a ton of make-up work to do for chemistry, due on Friday, and she was too much of a bitch to accept my help yesterday so she's going to be stuck with all that work and no one to help her.  MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

So far I've had two softball games this week, and today is my third.  Monday was a really good game for me because I caught two pop flies in the outfield and I got a pretty good hit with an RBI!  On Tuesday, I got a hit and my fielding was okay, but not as good as Monday.  One of the girls on my team is letting me use her brand new bat because it's too heavy for her.  Well, my coach told me that my batting hasn't been as good as it normally is because the bat I'm using isn't "broken in yet."  Who knew you had to break in a piece of metal?!  On Tuesday, I played right field (which I HATE!  I'm a left center kind of girl) and my (kind of crazy) friend from school who got me on the team, Kristin, was playing right center.  Well, a ball was hit to ME and Kristin was supposed to be my back-up.  Well, we both started running to get the ball, and it actually blew past both of us.  Because it was directly behind me, I ran to go get it.  Kristin, thinking she's all that and a bag of chips runs after it as well, except she PUSHES me out of the way and screams "I'M GETTING IT!!!!!!!"  So, I'm fucking pissed off.  I literally stop in my tracks and purposefully stand in her way so she has to throw it around me to get the ball in.  Once the play is over she says "Sorry, I just knew I could get to it and throw it in quickly."  I say "Do you honestly think you're faster than me?  And did you seriously have to push me?"  (BTW, there's no way she's faster than me.  She's about 5'2" and her entire leg is about as long as my shin.  And she's not the most physically fit person I've ever seen).    So, the story ends with her not even realizing she pushed me and me being totally pissed off.

So, today I have a lot of cleaning to do.  I'm also mailing Rachel's birthday present!  Finally!  Molly can sit on command.  Also, Molly just stood in front of the closet door and cried so I asked her if she had to go outside and she barked at me.  When I let her out she went poops!!!  SHE IS A PUPPY PRODIGY!!  She's going to the vet today for all her puppy shots.  It should be interesting.

These pictures are me and the girls taking a nap on the couch (this is mostly for Rachel), a giant snapping turtle I saw crossing the street, and Molly spooning her toys as she sleeps.