Sorry I have not posted since the beginning of the week, (Jen, I can't believe you didn't say anything...) Haven't felt real funny, or had any energy for blogging. I kinda feel like Pat after a big race. "What now?" kinda feeling.
This week as all the programs rev up at church it has been a crazy few days. I am supposed to put in 20 hrs. a week and by Tuesday afternoon I was at the 18 mark.
So I took today off.
And all I can think of is what I have to get done by the end of next week.
Grrrr.
Took Eli to hunter safety on Tuesday evening. Oof. This program should be at the State Fair because, I'm tellin' ya, BOREDOM ON A STICK. We sat in the bleachers (ouch!) in the gym for 2.5 hours and listened to officious people tell us the rules for the classes. The first thing on the agenda was the "reading of the rules". At least my eye muscles are significantly stronger from all the rolling. SEVEN PAGES of rules read by a woman who has a serious need for Brown Institute. Actually, to tell the truth, I would enjoy the classes if the people did not think themselves soooo important. The patriarch of the clan even shook his finger at the audience at one time. WHAT?
Now I understand that the handling of firearms is a serious business, that we must learn and teach our children the proper use and storage of such firearms. I just can't stand it when people think they are "all that" because they are in charge. Again, grrr.
So all in all I guess it's been a "grrrrr"eat week!
Today: laundry, movies, and grocery shopping. Ahhhh.
5 comments:
You had me at "officious".
Was this in Somerset (your use of the word clan leads me to believe so)? If so, I experienced the same thing last year, and if anything, you went easy on them.
I hear there is the same feeling when you go to the parents meeting part of Drivers Ed. So I hear anyway.
Thanks Pat lol!
Jeff, Yes, I used the word "clan" for a reason. I wonder if you rolled your eyes too. How stupid do they think we "non-instructors" are? Sheesh.
haha I always loved that you hated that kind of thing, while all of my friends were freaking out that parent-teacher conferences were coming up and plotting ways to hide the fact from their parents, I'd laugh and say (truthfully) "my parents haven't gone to one of those since like, third grade".
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