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Every once in a while good fortune comes my way. This one came in the way of part time help. When AW became hurt on the job. It couldn't have come at a worse time. Thankfully, someone or something was looking out for me. What a God send this 18 year old kid has been. Congratulations are also in order. She graduates from high school this Friday. I'm so thankfull her mother happened to come in that day. I mentioned I was looking for help. She mentioned she had a daughter that needed a job. Voila! Two birds killed with one stone.
I'm not going to be so syrupy sweet. That everything is wonderful. As par the course even the good in life has a way of annoying me. I could blame it on perimenopausal hormones, upbringing(or lack there of) a permanant wedgie or my bleak outlook on life. I am my worst enemy. Thankfully. I do have some good people that have my back. And, consider yourselves lucky that I don't drive a tank or carry a weapon. Wait I do carry a weapon. My purse. Enough said. Where the hell was I?
Oh yes. Where the hell I was? Was singing the praises of an 18 year old kid. Closing one chapter of her life. And the beginnings of a new one. I can't say that AW and I are the best role models for a good kid. The "f" bomb flies out of our mouths far too much.Though Katy does seem to appreciate our colorful metaphores. Good grief we really need to watch it. This evening I had Katy putting out some stock. She was having a problem getting some crap out of a box. She yells out "what the hell". Shit, there were customers in the store. I cringed. AW went about her business. Hell, I suppose this is the least of our worries. The word that is. I'll cross that other bridge if and when I come to it. I'm just glad she didn't yell out the "f" bomb. I'm sure that day is coming. I only hope her parents aren't in the store when that happens. Katy likes hanging out with us. God help her. If she starts smoking. That will be another thing I'll have to answer for.
We are teaching her all we know. That just doesn't sound right, oh well.I keep forgetting how quickly kids pick up on things. We show her once, maybe twice. And she has it down. She can tear apart a pump motor pretty fast. I'm impressed. Sadly, we will be losing her in August when she starts college. That's going to be a sad day. It's nice having a kid around. I've always liked most teenagers. The key word is most....not all.I liked my own kids when they were teenagers. Having been in their shoes once. I know how crappy it can be at times. Too old for somethings and not old enough for others.
Again totally off subject to a point. Speaking of kids. Today a mother and her little boy were in the store. The boy might have been 6 or 7. He keeps chanting...."Buy me something. I want something." I get a vision of pinching his little head off. It was like when a small child is having a temper tantrum. A big screaming fit. A noise like that hits me in the spine. Instantly pissing me off. I did the only thing I could do. I wadded up a piece of paper and pegged him in the head with it. His mother was oblivious. I'm happy to report that he stopped his chant. Once again all was right with the world. I'm afraid this will be another thing I will have to answer for. Maybe....just maybe...I should of pinched his head off and made it worth it?Bah. Who am I kidding? I've raised my kids. Time to keep my mouth shut and let other parents raise their own. Nobody likes a busybody. I'll just make a point to keep a bunch of wadded up paper on hand.
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Posted by pitapie50 on 2009-06-09 22:36:08 | Rating: | Views: 50
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