Day 3 (my job)

so ive relaized as i sit down to wrote this im not doing it for laughs but to rant...bette rthan biting somones head of i sopose. well I work at  day care (havent worked there very long) and i absolutly love it. Working with kids makes me really happy (hope that dosnt sound creepy) well we have this one one little girl who is 2 and still in diapers and she pees like a champ! i odnt mena that ina  good way either! she drinks  like a camle and holds it until last possible minute. today i changed her 3  diffrent times and each time she  was dry. not even five minutes after i chaged her for the last time i see her squating adn laughing evily to her slef. so me and the other teacher asked if she was peeing she saud yes. i call her over and go to check her  diaper just to get a hand full of piss. then she proceds to hug me then sit on me. oh did i mention that it complety soaked through her daper all over her pans shirt and shoes? THIS HAPPENS EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!!!! its soooo ofurstrating! so i had to change her nad dammit she got a hold of the pissy diaper and peggged it at me and it hits my shirt.....so then for 2 hours until  i left  i smelled  like nastey pee. GROSSSSSSSS!!!! oh and she didnt have any more clothes to chnge into so we had to borrow anotyher littles girls clothes and neither parent was happy about that.i mena come on i cant let her go around naked! but i blame the parents because they expect US to potty train her AND its like pulling teeth to get them to bring in changes of clother. your daughter pisses her clothes everday ad dose the same thing at home so why wont you bring her extra clothes? they bring in extra clthes almost everyday for their oter child but not her....why? just why? i odnt understand some paretns and i dont think i ever will.

Day 2 (miricales happen)

hey there, time for one of those stories that seem impossible. Well last week i went christmas shopping and had left a few girfts in my car. When i got home i had to pee so bad that i only grabbed my keys and purse and booked it inside. I forgot to come back out later that night and grab my gifts and lock up my car. now i dont live in the best area ever, but its not that bad., so when i rembered about not locking it and whatnot at 130am i decied that it would be ok till moring....well i owke up to my dad freaking out. i go to see what hes flipping out about and look out the window and my cr doors are open and theres stuff thrown everywhere out of my car. i ran out to examin what had happened and the only ting they took wher my presnets. i got soooo mad at myself! for 3 days i styed in  a horrible mood that even my boss sent me home one day. well yesterday (rght after i published my first blog) there was a knock at my door. It was an older man and a younger kid ad the older man (the dad) was holing a bag. I was home alone so i was a lttle freaking out so i opened my window to talk to them instead of the door. the boys dad found the bag of gifts hidden in his room and after some cross examintain got the truth out of his son. his son had stollen them form my car.... and they had returned my gifts! i couldnt believe it! i couldnt even stay mad at the kid, i was just thankful that they actualy got returned and that there are some good people in this world aftr all.

Day 1

Dear readers,
(doubt that anyone will read my blogs any way)
well in start of makeing this blog profle let me introduce my slef. Well first ill  metion tha im  makeing this a challenge, im going to blog everyday about what has happened in my day. Im doing this for the shits and giggles of it and to hopefully make you laugh becasue, as my title thing on my blog says, " my not so average life" is very true indeed. I live a very strange life, werid things are ALWAYS happening to me. Well, hop you enjoy reaing this...now back to introducing my slef.
My name is LeeAnn, i'm 19 and a college student. I dont look my age at all nad i get told all the time that i look about 13. Hell police pull me over becasue they think im underage drving. HA! the look on their faces when they find out im 19 is priceless! im in college and im a dual major, im studaying pshyc, theater and sign language. Why you may ask? becasue i need all of this plus im gong to need buissness magangemnt so i can hopefully one day open up my own theater company for disabled children. werid  i know and problay not propalble in this econemy, but hey  a girl can dream....cant she? i odnt have many frineds and i like it that way. to many friends is just that much more drama and i  HATE drama. a lot of people say they were bullied and tourted in middle and hs , and when ppl say that they usally ended up being prom king or queen or the valid victorian or little mr or miss popular. but i can say that i was TRULEY torurtered and bullied during those years and am more than grate full taht it has basicly stopped once i reached college. (note that i said basically, it hasnt all died yet) ill probaly write about my adventure of beng tourted one day but if you want to know  the stories befre than ask and ill tell. Im a very honest person nad very blunt. if you ask me for my hoebst opinion then best be sure youll get it. dont ask me for my opinion an excpet me to lie, im goin to tell you exactly what i thkn/feel of what you ask. the truth may hurt but its better than being lied to. I dont like to use steryotypes, but sometime youll catch me useing them, like right now for istance. Im going to flat out say i absoultly CAN NOT stand fake peolple, nad by fake i mean the people taht prance thinking there better than everyone and flaunt what they have and dnt give two shits about anything. Yes you nkow who im talking aout, we all have one in our lives somewhere, and if you dont know who im talking aout than you need a big slap in the face to relaity becasue than its most liekly you who is that "Fake person". yes this may seem bitchy but if you look att he truth of it, then youll understand what im saying. speking of being bitchy, yes i cna be a bitch just a much as the next person but other than that im a really sweet nd careing person. i sstick witht this motto, " I can be you best friedn, or your worst fucking nightmare." and you do not want me as your worst night mare. i odnt like when people thow around the "R" word...retard....it pisses me off to no greater extent.  tutor disabled children with Autism, Down Syndrome adn the hard of hearing. so to hear that "R" word amkes me sick nad i will call you out on it. ( thats wher emy bitchiness comes in lol) i have a boy frined that is not just my boyfriend but also my best friend nad my high school sweet heart. Weve known eachother sicnce we were 14 and have been going out for the last 2 years. He makes me extrmely happy and i couldnt ask to be with anyone better. <3 well im going to post this and see where all this blogging stuff takes me and propably post something later...mabey... leave comments
peace!