“Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.” ~Bill Watterson
My car is yellow. (No, I didn’t get a new car. The Edge is doing just fine, thank you very much!) The pollen is out in FULL force down here in the South! Complete with sniffy nose and scratchy throat. <a la Pacino, “Say hello to my little friend”—>Zyrtec!> Hubby and Jacob take their allergy meds all year round. As for Emma and me, we just get all puffy-eyed and drippy-nosed once or twice a year.
All that yellow has “We All Live in a Yellow Submarine” looping through my brain. Not my favorite Beatles song, by any means. I like “Imagine” a whole lot better. It makes more sense anyway.
I saw something over at my other home (Facebook) this morning and wanted to share it with all 3 of my readers over here. Y’all may be aware of my affinity for Chick-Fil-A…but this describes it oh, so well. Please enjoy the vocal comedy stylings of Tim Hawkins, who is hilarious. Please go visit hissite or search him on You Tube, you won’t be disappointed.
So I was headed over to pick up Emma from school while ago. The elementary bus had just dropped off here in the ‘hood and so there was a gaggle of elementary children spread across the road and sidewalk. What do I spy but some little bully grabbing another kid by the wrist and bashing him in the stomach with his knee?
I couldn’t control myself. I rolled down my window…
“Hey.” <kid is ignoring me>
“HEY!” <meany is still ignoring me and STILL abusing the other kid>
“HEEEY YOU!” <got his attention, but he’s giving me the “who me??” look>
He’s lucky I didn’t get out of my car.
“ACT RIGHT!” That’s what I said to him. Act right. Kinda dorky, but I made my point.
Well he stopped beating up the other kid. And he moved away and was looking all around like “I didn’t do anything”. <UGH.>
This is the VERY reason my children do not ride the bus. Kids often do not get called out on their bully-ish behavior. And other kids aren’t going to tattle lest they be the bully’s next victim.
I hope that kid goes home and tells his mama that some crazy lady was yelling out her car window at him for no apparent reason. I would be more than happy to explain it to her. <insert maniacal grin here, complete with hand wringing>
There’s no excuse for it. Period.
That is all I’ve got to say about that.
We all survived the “torture” (aka testing) this week. Emma, however, came down with some horrible 103 fever/sore throat/headache virus and, wouldn’t you know, missed the second day of testing. The HORROR. She spent the day at the doctor having a strep test, chest x-ray and blood draw. Negative strep and everything else looked alright. We did come away with an antibiotic though. I think the doc was concerned about her rattle-y sounding lung. She was able to return to school today and finish up the test. Shwew! Wouldn’t want her to miss the “Precious” (a la LOTR’s Golem) testing, now, would we?! It’s done for now…that is until late May, when they will have the second go round. More on that later, I’m sure.
And now, I am off to begin the weekend…