Slipping By
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The days are slipping by and apparently so are my thoughts.
I had a couple of great ideas last night....and today they are gone.
No, I didn't write them down. I should have. *sigh* no problem...
It's when I don't remember my kids that I'm in trouble! LOL
This is their last week of school. And that means, activities and volunteering and strange hours...
It's funny, but I had a couple of solicitors come by the house this week. [I really need to get that sign up] The first one was really friendly and I almost hated disappointing her. As a matter of fact, I misunderstood her and probably would have bought a subscription to Readers Digest, but found out it was a two year sub not a one year... sorry, kid. No can do. Not only that... She kept emphasizing how it wasn't a donation, but then tacked 15 dollars onto the total. So, the $63 dollars she wanted struck me with a good dose of reality [was that a mixed metaphor? haha] and I said, be gone with you! No, not really. I just told her, sorry kid. Better luck next time.
The second solicitor to come by had a chip on her shoulder the size of Plymouth Rock. Goodness, I was so irritated when she left... She pulled the race card...as if I wasn't going to buy from her because she was black. And if that wasn't enough, she put me through a guilt trip...like I was responsible for the nations youth. After she left, I wished I'd told her not to be so racist...and that she should stay in school, that that was how she would be successful. NOT by going door to door, selling cleaner. Arg. I was so bent out of shape. And she was giving me an evil eye. It was tempered, though. Don't get me wrong. Three of my four children were at my feet and they didn't catch on...until after she left and I was ranting.
........okay. tyhat's the third tornado warning.
i'm off.
I had a couple of great ideas last night....and today they are gone.
No, I didn't write them down. I should have. *sigh* no problem...
It's when I don't remember my kids that I'm in trouble! LOL
This is their last week of school. And that means, activities and volunteering and strange hours...
It's funny, but I had a couple of solicitors come by the house this week. [I really need to get that sign up] The first one was really friendly and I almost hated disappointing her. As a matter of fact, I misunderstood her and probably would have bought a subscription to Readers Digest, but found out it was a two year sub not a one year... sorry, kid. No can do. Not only that... She kept emphasizing how it wasn't a donation, but then tacked 15 dollars onto the total. So, the $63 dollars she wanted struck me with a good dose of reality [was that a mixed metaphor? haha] and I said, be gone with you! No, not really. I just told her, sorry kid. Better luck next time.
The second solicitor to come by had a chip on her shoulder the size of Plymouth Rock. Goodness, I was so irritated when she left... She pulled the race card...as if I wasn't going to buy from her because she was black. And if that wasn't enough, she put me through a guilt trip...like I was responsible for the nations youth. After she left, I wished I'd told her not to be so racist...and that she should stay in school, that that was how she would be successful. NOT by going door to door, selling cleaner. Arg. I was so bent out of shape. And she was giving me an evil eye. It was tempered, though. Don't get me wrong. Three of my four children were at my feet and they didn't catch on...until after she left and I was ranting.
........okay. tyhat's the third tornado warning.
i'm off.
