Thank you Wyatt Earp for directing attention to this blog post:

“Thank you former President George W. Bush and former First Lady Laura Bush“

Go.  Read.

Yesterday the younglings got their swine flue vaccinations.  Son got the nasal mist and Daughter had to get the regular shot.  Someone from the county health department thought that it would be better to be safe than sorry, as Daughter is taking all that ibuprofen and Prevacid.

Son had no problem with the nasal spray, but Daughter howled and cried.

*sigh*

When does that end, I ask you?

The clinic was held at the high school, and while the kids and I were waiting in line, I’ve got to admit, for a minute I gave thought to going back to teaching.  Just for a minute, mind you, I’m not crazy!

At any rate, Son is fine this morning and Daughter isn’t complaining about a sore arm.  She will have to go back next month for a booster shot, which I hope goes a bit smoother than yesterday.

So, yeah, I watch SoapNet and had heard of this show, Being Erica.  I was intrigued, because who hasn’t wanted to travel back in time to fix regrets?

I did a bit of looking around these here Internets over the weekend and found a way to watch the first season online – for free!  Withing two days I’d watched the entire season!

The show is already airing its second season, but the episodes won’t stream outside of Canada, so I found a way to watch the second season as well.

Do I need to say it?  I really like this show!  I can’t get the theme song out of my head!

You can watch the first season on SoapNet, and they will start airing the second season in January.

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.

Steve Burton and Jonathan Jackson…a.k.a. Jason and Lucky.  Original Lucky, too!

Image found here.

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!

A True Grit remake?

Don’t ever mess with the Duke!