Wishing all veterans, especially Husband, a respectful Veterans Day.
If you see any service member, thank him or her. They really do appreciate it.
Thanks to Agent Bedhead, I can let you know about 20 of the Worst Men’s Hairstyles.
I think I laughed the hardest over “The Snape.”
But, if I may, I would like to add Spike the Superintendent to this list:
Yes, that’s really spiked hair you see on a man who holds an administrative position in the school district. I mean really, what man that age still wears his hair like that?
But it gets better! When Spike gets excited about something his eyeballs bulge right out of his head!
Hey, it keeps me alert to such things…those district PTO meetings can be a bit tedious.
It hasn’t exactly been kept secret that I’m an officer on the middle school PTO. What may come as a shock is that I’m just not sure I like what I’ve gotten myself in to.
Oh sure, Another Mother thought I’d be a perfect fit because, according to her, I’m so organized. Ha!
The plan was this: shadow the current president, learn how things are done, and then step up in to the presidency next school year. Only now…now I’m wondering if this is all it’s cut out to be.
I mean…I’m a stay-at-home mother. Isn’t it expected of me to want to jump up and volunteer? Shouldn’t I want to get involved, especially at my kids’ schools? Am I just doing this because it’s what I think I’m supposed to do?
After my dust-up with Mr. Principal Man I decided that I was not going to be any kind of officer on the PTO next year. No, I was done and good riddance, as far as I was concerned. Mr. Principal Man told me he wanted me to step into that spot next year, and that may be the reason I don’t want it! Well, that and the Obama poster on the principal’s office door.
Really, this is all a bunch of crap. I mean, is there a need for a PTO at the middle school level? Do I want to commit to this even more, when I don’t know just what medical issues Daughter may face? (Yes, that tumor is still a reality for us.)
You can say it, I’m lazy. Go ahead! ”Vic, you’re a lazy, slather-ass mother.”
And you would be right.
I know, I have a while until we hold elections in May. And it isn’t like I don’t enjoy doing stuff at the school, I mean hell, I spent two days there last week! I think it’s dealing with Mr. Principal Man and all his bullshit that puts me off.
At any rate, I’ll post updates and what not.
Yesterday was November 4, a fact that didn’t dawn on me until sometime in the afternoon while I was at the miserable school middle school on PTO related business. That PTO stuff is another post in itself, and I may chat about that later.
Anyway, long time readers of this here blog may remember that November 4 is a day of note in my hum-drum life because it’s the day my father was found crumpled up in his garage, dead. November 4, 1996 is listed as my dad’s date of death, but I figure he’d probably been dead at least a week before the neighbor noticed the papers stacking up in the paper box.
My father died of natural causes, no foul play.
You would think, wouldn’t you, that dates this would be better off forgotten and it seems like I have. I’m ashamed to say that I got halfway through the day before I remembered. I’m shocked that I rather dispassionately told my friend, the PTO president, why the date holds significance.
After thirteen years is the shock and pain of losing my dad so suddenly (and needlessly) finally wearing off? Or am I just getting so wrapped up in the daily bleck of my life that I block it out?
A family member once told me I was dwelling on my dad’s death. I don’t think so. I mean…I don’t know, my dad and I weren’t even close to what you see in that silly picture above, but he was still my father and how he died and why he died still stays with me. Does that make sense?
Sorry to go all maudlin, but I feel like a snot because I spaced out yesterday.
I asked Son what really scary picture I should use for my Halloween post and he said “The principal!”
I do, in fact, have a picture of Mr. Principal Man but I know if I post it it will come back to bite me – and that man doesn’t scare me as much as he annoys the hell out of me – so I got on these here Internets and found something equally scary:
And then I found this:
Happy Halloween!
Oh, Dominic Zamprogna, you really need to be shirtless more often. What do you think?
Screen caps found here.
…of an entire hour of my life.
That’s right, She by Sheree, you and your crew robbed me of what I thought would be an entertaining hour. Or at least an hour of much needed sleep!
Like a fool, I stayed up to watch part one of The Real Housewives of Atlanta reunion instead of DVRing it. Uh-huh. I was bored and disappointed.
Andy Cohen asked viewer questions, and the wives got pissy.
Andy Cohen asked Kandi about AJ, and she was understandably upset. Kandi was probably the only real person this entire season, so I felt for her. Although I wondered if she really wanted Kim clutching her and patting her.
Kim! My gawd! What the hell was up with her face? She has trout pout and she’s all puffy! Damn! She needs to dial back that hair along with the makeup. Yes, she looks better with less crap on her face, but that hair…my goodness, it’s too much. I always wonder if her head gets hot.
And please tell me what the hell was up with those boots. I haven’t seen footwear like that outside of a prOn-O flick.
Part one of the reunion was much more subdued than I expected. But wait, there’ll be more! Next week Kim is going to “sing” Tardy for the Party!
Yeah. Now I’ll never get that fucking song out of my head.
Yes, a can very similar to this has become my constant companion. Every time one of the kids uses their bathroom, I’m there, spraying down everything they may have come in contact with.
Paranoid? Yes. Too little too late? Yeah. But look, Son is miserable and if I can prevent Daughter from catching this…this thing Son has, it will all be worth it.
For the record, I’m suspecting this is just plain flu. Like I said before, I hate the thought of taking Son to the doc and running the risk of exposing him to anything else. His temperature is coming down and I’m keeping him in the house, so hopefully he can get over what ever he has.
In the meantime, I should have a holster for my super size can of Lysol, and I think I should buy stock in a bleach manufacturer!
Things have been sick around here. Sick, I tell you!
Daughter was home Monday and Tuesday with what we found out was a sinus infection, or as I thought of it, the world’s longest cold. She seemed to be getting over a cold and then BAM! A temperature of 101. Of course Husband and I panicked (thank you, media!) and Husband whisked Daughter in to the doctor Monday afternoon. I made Daughter wear the mask she was given when she had to go in for strep earlier in the month.
Sinus infection…and Daughter is on antibiotics. She went back to school yesterday. Son took the second shift and stayed home.
Now, Son went off to school Tuesday and was fine, then came home Tuesday afternoon and looked like he’d been hit with a shovel. Temp of 101, glassy eyes, deep cough and runny nose. Could it be the porcine ague? I don’t know, but I’m not taking another one of my kids into that swirling cesspool of germs known as the pediatrician’s office.
Son will probably be home from school the rest of the week.
In related news, and speaking of the porcine ague, Husband and I gave consent for our younglings to get the controversial vaccination at their respective school buildings. Yesterday Daughter came home with a notice from the school nurse informing us that the county health department doesn’t have enough vaccinations (thank you, government!) and is postponing the shot clinics until November 12. Anyone ages four to nineteen years can go to the high school and get a shot, free of charge.
Yeah, can you say “goat rope?” Even if I line up with my kids I suspect there’s still no guarantee they’ll get the shot.
No wonder that last night I said “Screw the SleepyTime tea, I’m having a big glass of wine!”
Specifically, it features the guitarist from, IMO, the greatest band evah, Jimmy Page.
Head on over to Big Hollywood and read the post about It Might Get Loud.
I, too, believe in you, Jimmy Page!!!
So, on Thursday I went over to see my physician to get my seasonal flu shot. No big deal, a quick jaunt, right?
Well, no. As it turns out, the parking ramp was going through renovations, and the spot I usually park in was blocked off, so I maneuvered La Tahoe into a different spot.
And, you know, it was tight.
Anyhortonhearsawho, when it came time to leave…I was lost. Sounds stupid, but I’m so used to parking in a particular spot and leaving by one particular route, I was all turned around and quite frankly lost!
Anyone who has ever had to deal with parking ramps knows that at some point you feel as if you’re going to lose the top of your vehicle. Can you imagine how I felt, winding further and further into the bowels of the parking ramp? I’m surprised I still have the luggage rack.
I found my way out, eventually.
I know, I’m a loser.
Well, yes actually, I did put my foot in my mouth…again!
I made an admittedly bad and offensive joke to Mr. Principal Man last Thursday evening at the PTO meeting and found out today that he thinks the entire PTO hates him and he’s been telling other teachers about the tasteless joke I made.
Dammit.
I apologized to the man twice last week, but he must be part woman – or has a raging persecution complex – because he’s whining about it this week.
Jeezy Creezy.
I got on the phone with the PTO president and she said that if I was worried that I should just call the man and square things up as much as possible.
Well, I’m a big girl, I can admit when I’ve messed up, and I’m adult enough to apologize. So I did; I called him up and said that I in no way meant what I said, that I have a bad habit of speaking first and thinking later.
He admitted that he was offended, and I said again that what I said was in poor taste…I also stressed that I didn’t want relations between him and the PTO to be strained now because of some half-assed comment I made.
At one point he said, and I paraphrase, “I thought those other ladies had taken you over to the dark side!”
Yes. Really.
But I guess things are fine. If you want to know the honest to goodness truth, I made that call and humbled myself for Son. Word gets around, and teachers may tend to look at Son with less than favorable opinions if his mother is known to be smart mouthing the principal.
Today is October 18, and if you’ve been reading this here blog for the last few years you’d know that October 18 is the day Husband and I got married.
Yes, today is our twelfth anniversary. The anniversary of the date I married the original Swooner Dreamboat!
Husband took the kids and me out yesterday; we went over to one of the big shopping areas in the outskirts of the ‘burgh and had lunch. Then he took us over to Barnes and Noble, where we all found something.
I’d like to know, though, why Husband parks himself in the children’s section, but I’m the one who has to follow the kids around and keep an eye on them.
Anyway, so yeah. On our way back home Husband stopped at Andy’s Candies, where once again we all found something we liked.
A good day all the way around. Today I don’t think we’re doing too much, maybe opening up one of those bottles of wine Husband brought back from France. We’ll see.
I post this every year at this time:
