Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Damnit...
And if you consider entertaining a 2 1/2 year old who has discovered the glorious world of gum, and who can't take NO MORE GUM for an answer, as doing something, then I did SOMEthing.
And if you consider taking a 7 year old to school, and picking her up as doing something, then I did SOMEthing.
Or meeting with my IS students. Or entertaining the Door Man when all DM wanted to do was talk to me the ENTIRE time I was trying to watch the scrapbook marathon on QVC. Much to his father's chagrin, he couldn't stop the Maniac from ordering 2 packs of Wild Asparagus paper, and a buttload of foam alphabet letters.
The Chandelier Monkey decided that dipping her now empty Princess Pull Ups wipe box in the toilet and calling it "mmmm... GOOD water" was an awesome pastime today. It makes me nervous to think there was more than just dipping going on.
Queen Bee didn't make it to soccer tonight as she was complaining of a headache and had a lowgrade fever. Don't know if those two things are related or not...
And Ace and I just had a conversation (read: argument) on how Rotary and MOPS are two totally different things, but that it is ok to miss a meeting every once in a while. Seriously, what is the POINT of Rotary?
A bunch of people who eat a free breakfast, put in their *happy dollar* (which is what led Ace and I to have the argument), and *network.* Network, my ass. Attending Rotary meetings for the year that Ace didn't have a job REALLY put him a good position. Must have been all that *networking* he was doing at these meetings. I was waiting for them to catch on that he was a freeloader, and they would boot his butt out the door.
You can well imagine that his Rotary club loves me. They had their little shebang on being chartered (WOO HOO! the Rotary gods are smiling down on them!), and when I walked in the door in my tye dye shirt, jeans, and Birkenstocks, I was politely *HA* told that this was the Rotary meeting ... I don't think there is anything for you here. I just glared at this self-serving wench of a woman, and blew right past her, finding Ace in a sea of suits and Republican do-gooders.
I don't do well with the mainstream. I don't do well with people who think I should be more conservative, more quiet. I don't tolerate those type of people well. Because you know what? I am who I am, and there's no changing me. I stand up for what I believe in ...
And that is why I had to run away from my other blog because I am SUCH a strong person and stood up for my rights, instead of telling my MIL to quit reading my blog.
I am SUCH a fighter!
posted by Knitting Maniac at 11:52 PM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
So that story about my father in law
Am I this famous?
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