roar

1-11-13

I am sure that I will be a very grouchy old lady.

As a side note, why is it that when I looked for this image under the search of 'grump old lady' there were multiple boob shots?

We went to go pick up the boys yesterday and Ken told me that the Vice Principal usually opened the one gate at a reasonable time. We sat outside this gate, watching the fucktard wander slowly across the playground towards the gate. And when I say towards the gate, I mean this fuck zig zagged and clearly spent more time texting someone than to the group of parents waiting to go in and retrieve their kids. Thankfully my screams and anger were all contained inside the car. I told Ken it was lucky for this man that I still had the sense to keep the insults away from the idiots they were designed for. This being said, it is pretty clear that when I get old enough to be able to just be a bitch, it will probably happen. Some old folks lose bladder control, I will lose editing control.

Fucking idiot vice principal.

Bored Meeting went long and on top of that, an additional meeting has been scheduled for the 2^nd which is going to be like 4 hours. Sigh. In actuality, it is a necessary evil, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying.

I have decided that I am going to take both the boys with me in the morning to take the kittens to their spay appointment. Since these cats are technically their responsibility, I feel it is important for them to be a part of anything having to do with them. It will be an early morning, but probably worthwhile overall. Ken will then be able to go over to the soccer field to help out on the playoffs.

Blisters and scabs are way too tempting. This blister on my wrist Is calling to me like a sheet of bubble wrap.

 

Dax did so good yesterday!! He normally cries when we head out to our meetings. Instead, last night he was totally cool and even had me wait just so he could go get me his scarf since it was so cold. It was awesome! Ken also has figured out a way to keep him happy in the mornings before school. He has Dax in charge of how much time is left before Ken has to get outside the gate once the bell rings. Dax has been counting down on his watch that he is so proud of. I think we need to get him a slightly better watch of his choosing soon.

I hate it when I choke on my own spit while at work.

I have to prep a report that I can present at the Bored Meetings that will give a better snap shot of what is going on in terms of our financial standings. I am hoping that I can prep a form today while here at work that I can just plug numbers in and print copies for everyone each week. Band-Aid Bitch and her idiot of a husband asked for more information each month with the sentence I have always hated of, “we used to do it this way.” Fuck you both right to hell. In all honesty, I don’t mind. Hell, had ANYONE else in that room asked me for this I would have been excited. Sadly, soup for brains is the one asking for it and his shrill wife seconded the request.

Boy, I am punchy this morning. Hold on kids, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!