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So you think you know me, huh?

I can't stand someone who thinks because they've seen you at a place a few hundred times that they know you. Unless you've been introduced, you don't know squat. I had that encounter today at school.
We were still setting up the class and one of the parents stopped by with his daughter. This particular man, when the teacher was trying to introduce us said "Oh, I know her." Colder than a icicle on christmas eve in Alaska. What a stupid fool. He can't even tell you what language I speak, much less anything else. I don't think he was too happy knowing I was going to be assisting in the education of his daughter. Ha! funny how things turn around! This guy was supposed to be someone I could go to for help and support with the PTO at my childrens old school. BUT...
Every school has them, the ones that are there in the PTO or the PTA for the short lived glory of being the 'boss'. Yeah, he was with that group. I still think they are there actually. Anyway, he wouldn't give me the time of day because go figure, I actually wanted to do something for the kids. I believe a school is supposed to be like a community, if it is going to be successful then there has to be teamwork and inclusion. Well, that year, there was one meeting. ONE, and after that, no parents were involved, and no one elses opinions counted. It was their thing. I quit. I'm a team player, not a member of a "clique".
So today after he left, the teacher asked me about the "cold air" and I gave her a brief explanation. She was especially shocked when I told her we had never been introduced.
On an even crappier note, the position I was assured an interview for by the principal of the school I wanted to go to was no longer listed on the website today. What a spineless jackass. Email is just as good as a phone call. For some reason I am beginning to clearly remember why I left that school in the first place. So what do I do, Start walking around with a proverbial knife in my hand so I can start stabbing people in the back to get ahead in life? Gimmine Christmas!

Lunch anyone?

I am by no means an anti social person. I can sit and chat up a storm with the best of them. But why oh why have I been asked to endure the most uncomfortable situations also known as staff luncheons? Note to temporary coworkers: I know I work with you, that's why I smile at you in the hallway, say goodmorning to you when I get to work the same time you do. I don't want to sit and eat with you, can you accept that?

The FISH!

I was trying to get a single picture and didn't realize it was on 'movie' mode. Really funny if it plays. Wesley is standing perfectly still while the poor fish flails. 

Mud, frogs and fish.

They finally they got to fishing. Not that I would actually let them eat anything they caught out of this little lake, but what the hey, let them try!





I got to watch this cute yet slightly annoying family of ducks while......

both boys sat patiently awaiting a bite. Finally they got bored with the lack of action there and went to the river, where they found a frog tinier than a dime to annoy, lost it, and caught some moss, played with minnows, flung some mud at one another, boy stuff. We got tired of being there so we decided to come BACK to the little lake and then Wesley caught a decent size catfish that he decided to give to grandpa. 

I want to be 6 again.

 

I'd like a pair of THOSE, please?

This child, the beautiful innocent little angel of a boy will do whatever it takes to catch a glimpse of hooters. He is totally infatuated with breasts.


















He is going to be the kind of guy who walks up and talks to your chest first, your face second. 

Mother's Day

I didn't get breakfast in bed, so I made them all get dressed for pics. 

All of this for what?

I really really don't like the ....Yeah like you wanted to read that part. I left work early today and found my dad to do some bank stuff. I'm guessing because he is officially 'retired' and gets his molah every month, somehow that brings him a little closer to deaths door. I have no idea. Well we went to the bank to get my john hancock, and they wouldn't let him put me on the account because there were auditors lurking and ta da--my license expired in December. Of last year. Not to worry I say, we can do a quick trip to the DMV and come right back and get down to business. Two and a half hours later, a trip to magistrate court and an extra $25 out of pocket, I have my new and improved drivers license. We went back to the bank, where of all the times to make a rash decision, my dad decides he wants to change banks. I love my dad. Really I do.

I [heart] plants.

I have finally learned how to totally get my way when it comes to getting my spring time flowers! I shall buy them from Kevins old high school! We both went to different high schools, and still tease today about whose is the worst and why. Anyway, I got an email the other day announcing the annual plant sale at one of the highschools and all I had to say was "honey, tomorrow we are going to Las Cruces High School to buy plants. It's for a good cause, we are supporting your old school!" Hook. Line. and SINKER! We were up and around this morning and he says to me What time do you want to head to town? Ha! Plants Plants Plants!!
Now I hope the pigs don't notice there are new green plants in the yard. They already destroyed my hollyhocks.