Righteous Indignation Galore

Stinkerbell participated in a local library's summer reading program. She just finished kindergarten and was therefore not eligible for the prizes for reading the most books. She did great and her reading did improve a lot.

Kudos to her.

Her BFF, Lauren, won 1st prize in her age group for reading 300! books. 300 in 3 weeks. gawllleeeee

Anyway, today was the awards ceremony and picnic/celebration for the participants. I regret attending with every gray hair hidden by Ms Amy at Rumorz Styling Salon.

Because Stinkerbell didn't enroll in the program - because we had been out of town - she wasn't named as a participant and allowed to pick a toy/prize from the 2 tables FULL OF TOYS. At the first event, we asked if she could still take part. "Yes, but she won't be eligible for the top prizes."

Remember that, "top prizes."

However...

The library lady did announce after ALL THE KIDS PRESENT had gotten their toys, that "if anyone was left out, to come on up and get a toy."

Is that ambiguous to any of you?

Nope, didn't think so.

So, Stinkerbell didn't hear that announcement and didn't know where to go, so I went with her.

me: She didn't get to get a toy yet.

Library butt-munch Nazi: What's her name?

me: Stinkerbell Auburn

Library butt-munch nazi glances at list and doesn't see her name

this is where I should have shut up and just let Stinkerbell get a stupid Bratz doll and be thrilled with it. But nooooOOOOOOO.

me: She didn't get to enroll, but she attended all the programs and checked out and read 29 books.

Library butt-munch nazi: I'm sorry. She can't have a prize.

me, incredulous and mama-bear-like: You just said that if anyone was left out...

Library butt-munch nazi: Yes, but we had a deadline for enrollment and it wouldn't be fair to the other kids...

me, about to slap her or cry or swear big bad words: You have toys on the table here that NO ONE is going to get. EVERYONE has gotten a toy that should have gotten one. You can't let her have ONE TOY that is ALREADY PAID FOR???

Library butt-munch nazi: I'm sorry.

me: you mean I have to explain to her that YOU won't let her have a toy that NO ONE ELSE wanted and NO ONE ELSE will get and is going to be boxed up in some attic somewhere?

Library butt-munch nazi: Yes, I'm sorry. She can still have the coupons for the free meals at our local restaurant sponsors...

me, about to seriously cry, can't respond, turned and walked away.

Stinkerbell wept. I cried with her and told her how unfair it was and that I didn't understand it either.

When she went to the lady with the coupons, she was refused them too.

I'm about to chew on some librarian a$$, people.

So, we left the awards ceremony and were going to eat their free hotdogs and play on their bouncehouse and swim in the city pool for free. But the bouncehouse was HOT to the touch. And BFF Lauren doesn't eat hotdogs and I was praying for a big ol' frog-choaker rain to ruin it for the Nazis.

We left.

And ate pizza and drank Sprite at Mama Maria's cafe. In the AIR CONDITIONING.



So, now join with me in sending wishes of people putting books back in all the wrong places and talking above a whisper and general mayhem at the Rainsville Public Library.

:-P~

Bob and Bobbie

The Mighty Hunter has a gal working for him named Bobbie. She's a funny, funny person. Divorced with two young adult sons, both of whom are in the Army. She's a very interesting person to me in that she is constantly, habitually, obsessively afraid of someone being in her apartment or looking in her window or standing outside her door or something.

And I mean constantly.

Also, I should have said phobic.

Recently, her youngest son left home for Basic Training. Before he left, she confronted him about possibly finding something very private and personal of hers and hiding it or throwing it away.

And since I'm giggling too hard to be able to do more than simply tell. the. story., I'll just go into blurb mode.

This something was given to her immediately following her divorce by her sister.

This something was purple.

This something was named Bob.

This something was her, um, ahem, boyfriend.

"Did you get my Bob?"

"Your Bob?"

"Yes! What did you do with my Bob?"

Her son was clearly only acting confused, so she took him to her closet where Bob was stored and showed him where Bob should have been. Together, they found Bob and her son was mortified.

And this time, he did throw Bob away.

Not to worry though. Cuz, thanks to the miracle of online and catalog shopping, a new and improved Bob was delivered via small, brown package this week.

I don't know what color Bob2.0 is yet. But, trust me, I'll find out.

This is just too funny to let it go.



And, yes, this is all I could think of to write about. Sorry.

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I've got nuthin'

Hi. Here I am. dum dee dum dee dum.

I'm aware I've not posted much lately. Sorry. It's summer. There's stuff going on. And Islands to visit.

Oh, and Vacation Bible School. This week is VBS at our church. Last year, I was the first few weeks pregnant and not feeling well. It was not fun for me.

This year, I'm nursing a baby and pitching in for a whole 5 minutes each night.

LOVE IT!!!!

And Hannah Montana to watch. Lots of Hannah Montana to watch. And we love our Hannah Montana.

Also Animal Planet.

Can someone tell me how to quit a job when your dad was the boss? Because he keeps calling me to handle simple crap for him that he needs to do for his dang self. grrr

Can someone tell me how to stop my family (mostly my husband) from twisting the seatbelts and getting them pulled ALL. THE. WAY. OUT. AND. STUCK. AND. TWISTED. so that only the Toyota dealer or a proctologist can release it and untwist it? I have not owned my Pimped Out Mamamobile a whole year yet, and The Mighty Hunter has already gotten the front passenger seat belt twisted and extended ALL. THE. WAY. OUT. TWICE!

He's seat belt learning impaired. And it gets on my last nerve.

Confession time:

Stinkerbell makes me swear. She makes me want to swear even more. She pushes my buttons to the point that I can't deal with another. single. word. out. of. her. mouth.

She is dancing back and forth across the little girl and big girl line. Barely out of kindergarten, not yet ready for first grade. She is desperately missing the time she and I have shared with each other and no one else. Lucky is precious to her, but he is this giant baby barrier between her and her mommy.

And it's all driving me nuts.

She's trying her best to understand and be patient but gets all weepy and emotional and woe-is-me. And that's my gig.

I'm looking forward to the time when Lucky doesn't need ME and I can hand him off to a baby-sitter for an afternoon and play with her and her alone. I'm thinking Libby Lu and Chuck E. Cheese.

Thanks for sticking with me through this Summer of Boredom. I promise to look for more interesting things to blog about.

yummeme

I've been researching procrastinating this meme. But since Bee was kind enough to tag me and share with me her favorite places to eat in her beloved Birmingham, I want to go ahead and do this before I find the answer to high gas prices secure peace in Iraq forget again.

So, where are my favorite places to eat here in my beloved NE corner of Alabama? I could link to all the dozens handful of restaurants and whatnot. But, believe it or not, very few of them have websites.

Here is the listing page from our local tourist association. It lists some of the good, bad and questionable places to eat here. My favorites of the local places serve bbq, burgers, chicken (wings, etc), steaks, etc.

Since I'd like to be all linky with this meme, I'll share with you some of my favorite eateries in places other than my DeKalb County.

1. Buca Di Beppo - an interesting and yummy Italian restaurant chain. I ate at the one in Alpharetta, Ga, for Rachel's bachelorette party. GOOOOOOD food. Fun atmosphere. Goooooood food.

2. Olive Garden - no, it's not very special anymore. It has saturated most metro markets. But I love my breadsticks with some Alfredo sauce.

3. The Park Grill in Gatlinburg, TN - I've written about this unique and scrumpdillyicious place before. I'm trying to convince myself that a 3-hour drive to a one-of-a-kind, incredible restaurant is not a total waste of time and money. My fave dishes are the "moonshine chicken" with a side of their roasted garlic mashed potatoes and "P-kan Chicken". Their desserts are worth the trip alone.

4. Cheeburger Cheeburger - One of the fond memories of splurging on meals out while poor college students. Not healthy. Not low carb. Not fancy. Not a problem. Paper towels for napkins and baskets of onion rings.

5. Wing Stop - Garlic Parmesan boneless with fries and Ranch and Sprite to drink. That'll do for me. The Hawaiian and BBQ are also good.

I also love Spaghetti Warehouse, Cheesecake Factory and many other just plain good food joints.

Now I need to tag 5 others. Unfortunately, most of you have already done this one. So, if you haven't already shared your fave places to go eat out, now's your chance.

Knuckle Hair?

Previously, you may have noticed that my knuckles are not bare, hair-less, dainty things. I have man-hands. I got them from my parents. I swear, my mom's hands are just as manly as mine - except she bites her nails, making for stubby-fingernailed man-hands.

And seeing as how my bloggy neighbor/friend, Bee, mentioned that hairy knuckles can't be overlooked. (gee, thanks! now I'll be even more self-conscious as I type.) I'm wondering what y'all do with your hairy knuckles.

If you're like me and have hair on your fingers (no, they're not actually on my knuckles), do you shave your fingers?

Do you Veet them?

Nair?

Wax?

Do you go Brazilian with your knuckles and get waxed all the way to your arm pits?

Do you bleach them so they'll be all invisible-like?



And for the Veet, I could totally do a product review on that can of crap.



I need y'all to guide me here. I'm not high maintenance. I color my hair. I question God's omniscience when He put gray platinum strands in random spots on my head. I tweeze my brows. I get my 'stache waxed.

But I don't know what to do about my knuckles.

????

Yes, I have better things to do. I'll go about them now.

Thankyouverymuch.