So much to do, so little motivation to do it. Everyone is still asleep so I am using that for my excuse for getting nothing done. I did my shopping yesterday so thats out of the way at least. I have to clean and then we have plans to work on the bedroom again today. I need my son to do that though. Tom and I can't hold up the drywall and screw it into place by ourselves. We have to borrow muscle from the kid. We are also suppose to rip down walls in our 3 season room and put in some real windows. Winter is coming fast and this needs to get done by then. It was 45 degrees when I got up thursday morning.
I come on here with all intents and purposes of filling in some interesting tidbits. I start to write and one of the dogs will come and lay his head down on my lap and stare at me with total adoration. I have no choice but to stop writing and rub the offending head. Then the other dog will come in and push the first dog out of the way so he can get some love too. That usually is the first step. Within minutes, I find myself rolling on the floor with the two giant furballs or playing a pick up game of tug of war. God forbid I pay more attention to one over the other. They have to have equal Momma time or life will as they know it will end...in their eyes anyway.
My daughter witnessed her friend getting jumped a few weeks back. She had to go to the police station and give a statement. The boys who beat the other boy are now harrassing her when she sees them out in public. Fortunately, I have been with her both times it has happened. I have been on the other side of the store when they start with her . She gets scared and wants to leave the store, but I make her march right past the group of kids. She has to learn not to let them spook her. By parading right in front of them, she is showing them that she has no fear. So far, it seems to be working because none of the boys have said anything to her at school. Since I have been with her, they must also realize that I know what they look like and I will make problems for them. These kids try to intimidate others into silence, but this Momma isn't afraid to make a stink. I hate punks!!!
2 Of my sons friends have gotten mohawks. One of them is really big, about 9 inches up straight from his head. A photographer showed up at school on the first day back and snapped a picture of them, which was put into the paper. Some of the people at work saw the picture and made some comments about the "freaks". I found myself defending the boys, telling people that now that they knew the cover so well, maybe they should read the book. One of the boys is high honors and both of them are just great kids. When my son got jumped, a bunch of his friends showed up at the hospital at 2 am to make sure he was ok. The mohawk boys were both there. I couldn't ask for better friends for my kid and it pissed me off that they would be labeled for what they look like. Maybe thats what they are after, but I don't like it. I was raised not to judge until I gave people a chance. Back home, a guy moved into the neighborhood. He had horrible scars all over him. His face was burned so badly that he barely had lips or eyelids. Everyone felt sorry for him and they were all friendly and treated him so well..until we all found out he had gotten burnt trying to light his pregnant girlfriend on fire. that was proof to me that you can't know the whole story until you actually know the whole story. Assume nothing.
I have a large, fuzzy head on my lap, so I better sign off before wrestlemania starts up again