I am not a planner. I think about doing something and BAM, I am doin it. That is not to say that after I had begun doing some things, I wish I had thought better about it before doing so. But that's who I am. I am a fly by the seat of my ass crack kinda gal . And I prefer it that way.
My son on the other hand , is a planner.I am not sure where he gets it from. His father is NOT a planner either. But my dear sweet turd of a son, does not plan things that are useful ...persay.
Sure he likes to have his school clothes laid out the night before. He is a dweeb that way. Me? I dig for something to put on after my shower and sometimes I have nothing clean. So that's always a problem.
Anyhoo, I came across something this weekend. I found a notebook under my sofa. Like it was its secret hiding place. On the cover of said notebook was wrote in my sons handwriting..
butchs, plot to get ..."insert lil girls name here" We need a victory to take her down
.Now this is the same kid who has a record at school for threatening to "take someone down" when they were playing star wars last year. This boy is the most harmless gent I know. Other then beating the crap out of his sister, he is a good boy..Oh and pissing on my floor..Other then that he is A ok.
On the inside it said this..And I quote.
We will take down "lil girl" . First me and Jon will surround "lil girl" and I will try to call ugly kid and other neighbor kid and see if they are ready to help. Then I will tackle "lil girl" and dog pile on her
.And he has a nice graphic of where all said parties will be standing.
It seems his plans to dog pile a 9 year old girl, is more thought out then the presidents war. George needs to take some lesson here from a 4th grader. See he has plans..He has it mapped out....That's how you do things dude. You need a plan. George is not a planner as I am not. I shriek at the thought we have something in common
My Boo Bee was putting a pillowcase over her head pretending she was a ghost. I said to her..Your scaring me, I don't like seeing a ghost..
she says "no momma, I not a ghost, look its just me..Look momma its me"
Now tell me this is not the face of a girl who will ride the short bus to school.
That is one goofy looking kid..And I admit that. Do most parents admit if their kids are ugly or retarded?..Well I do both..That's how damn much I love thruthiness.
Then she laid her head on the couch, looked at me and said
I not tired momma, I just westing my hair here.
At work I was delivering mail to the end where I normally don't work. I walk in and they start whislting at me. One asked me if I was married. I told him that was not any of his business, and he needed to treat me with respect and if I heard whislting or harassing of any other officer, there would be trouble.
He then said I was hot, and he could not help it.
I then told him " you don't get out much ehh?"
to which he said.." Um, dude, look where I am at, I have not been outside in 3 months."
Touchette my young criminal friend..touchette indeed
Again this is a case where I don't think before I speak. I really need a representative or a speech writer.
I think my Blondie Bee beat up her friend today. To make a long story short...She called me from a strangers house because she was scared to walk home. He little girls mother was giving her quite a scolding from what the other kids said. They all said they were playing tag and that Blondie " tagged" her and tapped her gently.
I don't know but she is in the witness protection program for first graders now.
The sad thing is, I am afraid that one day I will be delivering my kids their pysco meds at the county lock up.