Lets see, where do i start, my birthday came and went, I'm 24... holyshitfuckdamn.... i don't feel that old. When i say "I'm 24" it sounds so foreign, almost like im saying the wrong age, but yep I'm 24. we spent my birthday at the zoo which has sorta becoming a tradition over the past few years and i don't mind considering it is my idea to go in the first place, i like the zoo.

We took The Boy out of school due to his behavior or the lack there of, meaning he was being a freaking brat and was really acting up at home. When i took my Christmas break he turned back into his sweet charming yet still destructive self whom i happen to like a little better than that brat that i didn't know, or care to know. And soooo The Daddy and i thought it best to maybe wait another year and try it again.

We... meaning The Boy and I, made new friends and i have been spending more time with them in the past few days than we have been spending time away from them. Its pretty cool, the young girl {we will call her Smiley} is pretty close to The Boys age and they are almost on the same exact learning level which i think makes it easy for them to chill together. Not to mention her Punk Mama is pretty fucking cool and very easy chick to talk to, so both The Boy and i have been enjoying there company greatly. Last weekend we took a trip to the Zoo where both children were very well behaved and very tired after the four hours we spent combing the zoo.