The Lottery.

Okay, so we didn't get into our very first choice of elementary schools, which is TESA. (Texas Elementary School of the Arts) I called the school, and asked.

Out of 150 applicants Harper was 107. The odds are even higher for Alice Carlson, the only other "school of choice" we applied to. I really hope we get in there. If not, we can try to transfer into Lily B Clayton or just go to our designated school, Westcliff, which doesn't suck, but there are better schools, and I'd like to give it my best for her sake.

I hope I am not putting negative energy out into the world over this, but I have a bit of anxiety. It's just Kindergarten, but Harper is more than prepared, and I know what that kid is capable of when she's bored. I worry that if she is at a school she's not excited about, she will hate school, drop out, become a hooker or a porn queen, andit will all be because I didn't get her into the right kindergarten and she will resent me for it, and not come to my lavish 75th birthday party.

Everyone thinks their kid is a genius, well, most people, I don't think Judd Nelson's character in the Breakfast Club's folks were this nervous about kindergaten placement, do you? Me neither.

But Harper, she's special. Those that know her,can see that she is really special, and it's really not all because of my parenting, she's just on the ball.

She's not going to be satisfied with duck duck goose or making macaroni necklaces, she is ready to read, fascinated with letters and words, and "what does that say?", and "what do the letters F...U..C...K spell, mommy? It's written on that train over there, is that the train's name?"

So I am staring out the damn window to see when Dice(our mail carrier, yes that's his real name) shows up with the mail. and eating some really crappy tortilla chips from Costco. They said organic, but that's not always a good thing, take it from me.