"I'm trying to live a quiet, peaceful life and stay out of trouble, and all it is, is one thing after another . . . "
pissed me off disgruntled me: LG went to a friend's house for dinner and to go see a play, a little theater play in which another of their friends was performing. Actually, she went to the little girl's father's house, where the little girl visits every other weekend. The Dad said that he would have LG home by 9 p.m.
9 p.m. comes and goes. No problem, they probably went backstage, blah blah.
9:30 p.m. comes and goes.
10:00 p.m. comes and goes.
Now I start to get worried/
pissed disgruntled. Frankly, now I start to have flutters of panic. Which makes me even more pissed disgruntled, because I haven't had a panic attack in about two and a half years.
They arrived home at 10:25 p.m. Yea, I know she was with a parent, but that parent had both a watch and a cell phone. I say he was totally inconsiderate, and a horrible example to my (and his own) preteen daughter about what to do when you're going to be later than you said you would be.
::tangent:: The ex-wife of this man, the one the child lives with most of the time, is the parent who, when I agreed to drop off LG at their house for a two-hour playdate while I did some errands, loaded the girls in her car and went all over the place. One of my errands, while I thought my daughter was safely parked at this neighbor's home, was to Petco (where the pets go). Imagine my surprise when, there by the fish, I see LG and her friend. And no Mom. I stood there talking to them, and eventually the Mom joined us, all apologetic, not that she had taken LG to the store in the first place, but that she had let them go off alone in the store. She assured me that she would never do this in a place like, for example, Target, but that Petco (where the pets go) was small enough that she felt OK doing that. I learned later that not only had they gone to Petco (where the pets go), but that earlier in the day, this Mom had lost her cell phone. And a strange man from the next town over had called her to tell her he had it. And she had taken my daughter and her own to this strange man's house, the next town over, to retrieve her cell phone. ALL OF THIS when I had agreed only that LG could come over and hang out in their basement for a couple of hours.Oh, and LG just now told me that Dr. Dad (yea, the non-custodial, no-calling Dad is an M.D.) also left the girls at home alone when he went out to get their pizza. Not that I wouldn't do that; but I wouldn't do that without asking the girl's parents if they minded, if she minded, etc. In this house, 10-11 is the age where we're just beginning to let LG be home alone, for very short periods of time. I would not presume that other parents are doing that, or that it's OK with them if I leave their child unsupervised. (I know; go ahead and make me my "uncool Mom" hat.)
I realize I risk solidifying my "uncool Mom" status with this rantangent, but I am the Mom who, when LG and the little girl with whom she's been walking to school returned home one morning, saying the sidewalks were too icy, would I please drive them to school, I said of course I would, then I sat in my car and would not, could not, back out of my driveway before I phoned that little girl's Mom to explain the situation, and tell her that I was happy to drive little Uma to school, but did not want to take her anywhere in my car without her mother's knowledge and consent. Which, of course, her mother gave. But that is a thing with me, dammit! Don't put my kid in your car and take her somewhere when I believe you are keeping her at your house! And I'll extend you the same courtesy. ::end tangent::
Really encouraged me: Had 15 vials of blood drawn on Thursday. No, that's not the encouraging part; that's the part that says they still don't know WTF WTF is. The encouraging part was that even though no one knows, the endocrinologist really seems to be working on it. Because of the mysterious disappearance of my Vitamin D, she sent me to a dietician in her office. And the dietician seems really nice and smart. She even called on Friday to ask me some more questions, and tell me she is researching malabsorption disorders. So, yea, it encourages me that finally someone's thinking about me when I'm not sitting in front of them; and it encourages me that an M.D. is human enough and humble enough to call a "lowly dietician" and say, as the dietician told me she did, "I don't know what's wrong with this patient; will you listen to her story and see if you can come up with any ideas that we can pursue?" So, whether or not they come up with anything, it encourages me that we have not exhausted all possibilities, and that there are medical professionals like these two, out there.
Cracked. Me. UP.: LG and Jif came home from Sunday School telling this story. Jif and another man were teaching the children's lesson. Three-year-old Michael was hanging on every word they said. The other teacher finished the line in the story, "Jesus told Peter, 'You will deny me three times before the cock crows.'" At that very moment, Jif sneezed loudly. For a second, little Michael seemed to try to incorporate the sneeze into the story, but he wasn't buying it. He said, "Hey, that was no cock! That was Mr. Jif!"
Did my heart good (from Comcast news):
WAYNESBURG, Ky. - Miss America 1944 has a talent that likely has never appeared on a beauty pageant stage: She fired a handgun to shoot out a vehicle's tires and stop an intruder. Venus Ramey, 82, confronted a man on her farm in south-central Kentucky last week after she saw her dog run into a storage building where thieves had previously made off with old farm equipment.
Ramey said the man told her he would leave. "I said, 'Oh, no you won't,' and I shot their tires so they couldn't leave," Ramey said.
She had to balance on her walker as she pulled out a snub-nosed .38-caliber handgun.
"I didn't even think twice. I just went and did it," she said. "If they'd even dared come close to me, they'd be 6 feet under by now."
Ramey then flagged down a passing motorist, who called 911.
After winning the pageant with her singing, dancing and comedic talents, Ramey sold war bonds and her picture was adorned on a B-17 that made missions over Germany in World War II, according to the Miss America Web site.
"I'm trying to live a quiet, peaceful life and stay out of trouble, and all it is, is one thing after another," she said.
In spite of my gun-control views expressed around the innernets as a hole last week, I say, "Hell yea!" to gun-toting 82-year-old former Miss Americas who are just trying to stay out of trouble.