she shoot, she scores!

yesterday I almost missed taking my 6 year old to his first baseball practice of the season, because I had to search a kid who has been selling pot in the bath rooms . I must say the euphoria of reaching into the coat pocket and pulling out the perfectly packaged dime bags was amazing. Seeing his face look as though he saw a ghost when I pulled him out of his class, priceless. One less little f---r corrupting my building! I also broke up a group of black girls twice my size in a fist fight with high heels on al by myself!
She shoots, she scores!
Oh and I had a delicious teriyaki, grilled shrimp and steak with onions, red peppers and pineapples prepared and on the table waiting for steakbellie and boys homework done !
Another 2 points! Can I get a "You go girl?"
(P.s- Steakbellie had the nerve to try and be intimate at 10:30 at night- where does it end?!?!?! Jeeze!)

anger

Birdy talks of love.
I talk of anger! I am so bitter, agressive and down right miserable right now. I could really punch someone! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

A lesson learned

Steakbellie and I are a great team. We laugh at ourselves quite often. Last night at dinner, the boys (as per usual) decide to end their evening meal with a wrestling match in the foyer that is connected to the dining room. SB and I are delerious from our long days at work and have minimal desire to discipline our very rammy children. They have wayyyy to much energy and what starts out as a cute and innocent rolling around session ends in tears and screaming and yelling. SB and I look longingly into each others eyes And as if we are two peas in a pod we say "Boys get your sneakers on! You all must go and run around the block, NOW! " The oldest finds this odd and says, " I ran 2 miles after school, God!" We respond "Good this shouldn't be a problem then" The middle son immediately gets into his whiney, most irriatating voice," I doooonnnn't know wherrrrreeeee my shoes are. I can't run. I'm too tirrrrreeeeddd." The tears begin to flow and he is stomping his feet around the house as if he has traveled back to the terrible 2's. The little one says" Oh my God, no way it's dark out there." We respond then you better hurry up and catch the older brother!" At which point he takes off out the front door to catch up with his brother. The middle one is now listening to SB give the count down. (Which ALWAYS begins with 2, never 1!!!!) " If I get to 3" he says "you will be in bed immediately!! " He now finds his shoes and exits the front door. The other 2 are back by the time he gets out the door. SB and I are cracking up as the other 2, with beads of sweats, bust through the front door. We are so pleased with our selves as parents, for teaching our children a lesson. Boy, they'll remember this one when their older! We are imagining the tantruming middle son cursing us to hell as he runs half heartedly around the block. The neighbors staring through their windows " What did those Gerber Steakbellie boys do now?"
After a couple minutes we say " Middle son sure is milking this one, SB go get him." SB goes out and quickly returns. "
I ask, "WEll, where is he?
He looks at me with a smirk and says, "The little fucker has been sitting on the front steps laughing his ass off the whole time. "
Like father like son!!!

fond memories

Last night I was going through crates of old things from the attic. It amazes me that events from our lives will vanish if we don't have things that will jar our memory. I found an article of clothing that brought me back to when I first got married.
It immediately sparked those old fashioned "butterflies in my stomach" feelings for the husband, 12 1/2 years later. So, I yelled from upstairs in my most romantic tone " Turn off that video game and take your pants off!"

what would you do?

IMAGINE!!!! Please answer honestly! There is no right or wrong answer.
you are in charge of 525 elementary school children, grades Pre-K to eighth. Your fellow administrator comes to you and says "we need to go get Johnny (8th grade). he has a gun. We will need down and have hime empty his pockets. The police say they are on their way. " Now, in your mind - you know the reputation of the local police department and that "on their way" really means "when they f-n get there." You have three small children of your own and a delicate and loving spouse, that would be really messed up if he/she lost you to an eighth grade punk who wanted to be cool and came to school packin. Could he pull the gun on you when you lock him in your office? Very posssible. Could it all be a bunch of bullshit and the kid has nothing? Possible.
Do you step up to the plate and get this kid for the sake of the safety of the other kids and staff members in the building? Or do you say "Count me out buddy, I don't get paid enough to get shot?"
Discuss...

letting go

i had to "let someone go" today . He wasn't happy about it.

money

when do we ever become fianancially stable? The more we make the poorer we are.

The Reeve Story

How long until the Christopher and Dana Reeve story is made into a made for T.V. movie and who will play them?
Angelina and Brad? Mark and JLo? Ben and Jen?
Nah- would have to be b-list celebrities...
Heather Locklear and the guy that plays Will on Will and Grace?

kyle

The majority of people live in a reality bubble. Go to work, come home and watch other peoples misfortune on the news. My bubble seems to burst every friggin day I come to work. I don't need to watch the news.
Today little Kyle comes to my office. He is 6 years old, first grade. He holds a special place in my heart because I have a six year old son who actually looks similar to this kid. However, Kyle is a million years (emotionally) away from my son. He began coming to me in about 8 weeks ago. Out of the blue.
Kyle: "Mrs. Gerberdaisee, I 'm living with mom-mom and pop-pop 'cause Mom and Das screwed up again."
G.B: "What do you mean, Kyle?"
Kyle: Doin drugs, the police came, put me in the car. Now I'm with Mom-Mom."
G.B: "Kyle, even Mom's and Das'c make mistakes? Where are they now?"
Kyle: "In rehab. for six weeks"
G.B: (floored this kid talksl ike a teenager), Kyle, I'm sorry. They are going to get better I bet, and I'm sure they love you and will miss you."
Kyle: "Yeah"
Today-
Kyle: "They came home last weekend, but Dad was high. The drug expert said they both tested positive for pot and xanax. Mom-mom said the police now have a restraining order and I can't see them anymore. I remember the last time they had a restraing order, it was when I saw my mom putting those needles in her arm and make me go upstairs. She used to fall asleep with them in her arms. I hated that. Mom-mom now makes me watch cops and America's Most Wanted so that I see what happens topeople who do drugs. Mrs. Gerberdaisee, can you hold me on your lap and let me cry."
G.B: Anytime,Kyle. Anytime.

what would you be?

I wonder what I would be if I wasn't 18 when I decided what I wanted to do with the rest of my life? What other things ams interested in? What am I good at? What if money were not important or everyone made the same amount. What would I be?

all things to all people

i have finally come to the conclusion that "No" is a word that I can say and I don't have to follow it up with an explanation. My boss asked me to do an evening meeting. Typically, I will say, "Sure, what would you like covered? How long of a presentation? should I provide snacks? Would you like me to bend over and take it the ass? blah blah blah." Evening meeting in our house suck!! Three boys, homework, sports, husband not home til 6:30, making dinner , cleaning up baths, whaaaaa. Needless to say I DO NOT like to be at work from 7 am til 9 pm. So, I originally answered like I previously stated. And then, the next day something came over me. I went directly to the young, 95 pound stripperesk- looking social worker, that I hired and said...
"I need you to do an evening meeting on Thursday for parents on..... You will be compensated. Thank you for your flexibility and dedication to our school. And then I walked away." I then proceeded to my boss and said "hot stripper social worker is doing the meeting" at which he said, "she can't do it like you do it." and I said " Your right." He said so, then you will do it then Gerberdaisee? and I said,"No, actually I won't" & I walked away!
WHOOO-HOO - What a Ride!

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