Phone Call

We get a lot of wrong numbers at our house. Often, I get Sage to answer the phone so I don’t have to deal with it. The other day, he answered the phone and hung up saying, “That was really weird”.

I looked up from the really important business at my computer.

“What did they say, Sage?”

“They wanted to know if I had a rock,” he said with a totally perplexed look on his face.

Damn people can be so stupid.

I hooked the fax machine up to the home phone and now they get to hear digitalized cat screams.

I Need A Bigger Bed

This bed is an odd size-bigger than a twin, and smaller than a double. My grandfather made the frame. I love it, and its relatively small size is a reminder to me that I both literally and figuratively do not have room for another person (read man) in my bed. I didn’t figure the animals into the equation though. Add a kiddo and it’s time to get a queen or king-sized model.

Sorry if this offends people’s sensibilities, but some of us take our comfort in life where we can find it, even if it involves a 70 pound lump of friendly hair lying next to us. :-) And yes, those are markers and a book in the bed as well. Sometimes the muse strikes right before I fall asleep. Photo credit goes to Sky.

Laugh

I love this Passive-Aggressive Vegan Grocery Store Cashier “diary”. On the same site, there is a hilarious Open Letter to the Fake Boobs My Husband Bought His Ex-Girlfriend.

I found that site when I was at the hilarious blog Passive-Aggressive Notes. I especially like when ph.d.s get frustrated post.

Finally, I came across the funniest pranking of a telemarketer EVER. Audio kicks in immediately, so if you are at work, put on the headphones first!

Inside the Box, Looking at the Box

I have been thinking lately about how it is strange that I live in a box (generic apartment) and spend much of my day looking at one (computer). It is probably not healthy, and no wonder so many of us feel disconnected. Driving to the gym to walk on a treadmill contributes to this feeling. At any rate, that is the end of my thoughts on that matter, other than I will try to stop feeling guilty about enjoying the computer so much.

Yesterday, in attempt to remove ourselves from boxlike activity, Sage and I made a strawberry pie. While we had to drive to the big box to get the strawberries, at least we got out of the house for a bit and did something productive when we returned. Two people said that this was the best pie they’d ever eaten in their lives. Smile.

Saturday, we went to a local festival where they were holding a dog dress-up contest. We did not win. We were discriminated against, as two white dogs with dyed fur were among the winners. Bleah. I wanted to see a picture of Salsa and the kids in the paper. Local fame is fun. The girl in the picture is my boss’s granddaughter, who comes to visit a few times a year. She is such a great kid–both Sage and I always enjoy her company.

Last week, we had an alarming incident of what we thought was a broken finger. When I went to pick up Sky from his group, he jumped over a fence, caught his ring on the fence, and peeled a good amount of skin off, not unlike a banana. It was so disgusting that big tough guys in the ER waiting room were grimacing. Fortunately, it was not broken, and the swelling went down after they cut the ring off. (I should have gotten a pic of the nurse who removed his gloves while he was cutting and got Sky’s blood all over his hand–not a safe practice!) They cleaned the wound, and then the doctor peeled the skin back down and said that stitches wouldn’t be necessary. Yea! It turned out not to be such a big deal after all, certainly not as big of a deal as the time he got his finger stuck in a metal picnic table and the fire department had to extricate him. Which leads me to remember the time that Sage got stuck between the chairs at the bowling alley once and had to be removed with a big glop of Vasoline. Anyway, here’s the momento of the ring incident.

I didn’t take any photos of his actual finger, because frankly, I was feeling sick whenever I saw it. For a kid who is frightened of shots, he held up really good. He did not seem fazed…he has a pretty punk rock attitude.

I registered a new domain name. I’m still trying to decide what I will do with it. Any brilliant money-making ideas, yall?

Strange Things Afoot

I shouldn’t complain about Sky being on probation, although you know that I will. As a result, he is now in college a year ahead of schedule, at the age of 16. He registered and started classes last week. I have to tell you, being up there walking him through registration at my alma mater was pretty weird. I walked on the same sidewalks where, during my last semester in school, I had pushed him along in his stroller while going to visit professors. I definitely felt my time on this earth.

Sky is a cool kid. He is much nicer than me. He was happy for me to help with the registration process, which is always a pain. When I was his age, I would not be seen within a mile of my parents. I was rude and awful. I’m so glad that he is not like I was. I am always impressed at how polite he is.

One of my instances of not being nice happened last week when I was on mySpace and happened across pictures of his probation officer along with comments saying things such as, “I wake up on the kitchen floor thinking the mop is my pillow” and “I love the nights you don’t remember with the people you don’t forget”.

Now, I do not consider myself prudish–it is her life, and she is welcome to get drunk. However, this is the same woman, who when my son proudly showed her his college ID, said, “What are you going to use it for, to drink?” She has done nothing but put him down and hassle us for the last six months. She has made him go to up to two substance abuse groups a week. He had three Somas. Apparently, she has many nights where she runs into walls. Her words.

I hate hypocrisy in government, even at the microlevel. So, I called the probation departments governing board, got legal advice, and then called her supervisor. Sky now has a new probation officer. Unfortunately, she was not fired. Of course, I fully expect her to try to get revenge, so I have let my principal know about the situation. I also have screenshots (since I knew the comments would be taken down that day) that I know parents and judges would be very interested in. There is a very erotic photo of two women kissing just to top everything off. I have no problem with it personally, but in this town??? She has no idea how lucky she is that I didn’t go with my first impulse to send the page to everyone in town who works with her. Most parents here would go ballistic.

I know I did the right thing by letting her boss know. The thing that is a slight bit disturbing is how much I enjoyed putting the screws to her for once. I try not to hate people. Taking pleasure in someone else’s icky situation is something I’m not too proud of.

Back to something positive: Sky aced the ACT, which basically placed him out of the first two English classes and the intro computer science class. Yea!! My kid rocks. He is a studying fool, and it is so wonderful to see him excited about learning again. It had been such a long time.

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