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I Can’t Make This Stuff Up. . .

Monday, September 7th, 2009

From the principal at my son’s school:

“Dear Parents,
I just received final clarification about the President’s Address Tuesday. Per the Superintendent, [the school] will be showing the speech live. If parents do not wish to have their child view the speech, they will need to contact their homeroom teacher. Alternative activities will be in place for those students.

I apologize for the previous email. I am just trying to accommodate all stakeholders at [school].

Sincerely,

Principal McPrincipalson, Ed.D.”

What a shit storm over nothing. Wish they would send me a list of those who hold their kids out, though, as I would have reservations about their mental stability and would like to avoid play dates with them.

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Seriously?

Monday, September 7th, 2009

The following is a note from my son’s school’s principal, via the PTA. . .

“Dear [name of Elementary School] Families,

As you may be aware, President Obama is scheduled to address the nation’s
schoolchildren on Tuesday. However, [our school] will be postponing the
viewing to later in the week. I will be sending a letter home on Tuesday
explaining the details and giving parents the option of allowing or not
allowing their child to view the address.

Thanks and enjoy the rest of the holiday.

Principal McPrincipalson, Ed.D.
Principal
School Name Elementary
—
As a PTA membership benefit and an important communication tool, you have received this email directly from the [school name] PTA.”

Seriously? Glad to know that the powers that be at my child’s school are caving to a bunch of hysterical nut jobs.

Here’s the thing: If you don’t want your child to watch it, keep your child out of school that day. And in the future, please refrain from throwing around the old “that’s not patriotic” charge; In my opinion, if you are refusing to let your child hear a message from the President of our country, you are showing disrespect to the office of the President. Who’s unpatriotic now?

Yeah, my kid will be there. I refuse to teach my child that it is okay to refuse to listen to someone else’s viewpoint. I will teach my kid that it is required that he show respect to the highest office in the United States.

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Things We Should Have Learned By Adulthood

Saturday, March 10th, 2007

I went to the gym Thursday. I didn’t want to, because I have this stinking sinus cold thing, where my head hurts, and my snot is a nice, thick, brown-green, and when I turn over in the bed at night, I feel the air pressure in my sinuses changing and it makes a popping noise that keeps me awake. So, I took medicine, that day-time cold medicine, that doesn’t really make you feel better, it just makes you feel different in an “Is my head vibrating?” kind of way. Anyway, I wasn’t really in the mood for it, but I hadn’t been all week for the same reason, and I wasn’t dying or anything, so I went and I walked two miles. I had to walk two miles, even though I forgot my IPod, and exercising sucks when I don’t have music. When I found out I didn’t have my IPod, i thought about just grabbing the kids out of the nursery, packing them back in the car, and going right back home.

I didn’t do that, though, because when I brought the kids into the nursery in the first place, the same Goddamned well-meaning nursery worker who said it the last time after I had Rollie, and not right afterwards either, said to me:

“How are you and the baby doing?” she says.

I stare at her. I look at Rollie, then at Matilda, who is quite obviously a toddler now. I look blankly back at her. Then I realize.

“I’m not pregnant.” You fucking dumbass whore.

So, even though I didn’t feel like working out at all, and much less after her thoughtless blow to my self-esteem, I got my [fat to the point of looking pregnant] ass on the treadmill.

The moral of this story, in case you somehow don’t know this one, is the following:

UNLESS YOU SEE A BABY’S HEAD COMING OUT OF SOMEONE’S VAGINA, DO NOT ASSUME THEY ARE PREGNANT.

One simple rule that will serve you well.

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