Harshin Ma Buzz

So, Blogster, yesterday I was all ready to come home and sing to you about a new dawning of a new day and all that jazz because everything was going terrif and then a whole bunch of haters came out of the woodwork and made us all sad, so I just played Press Your Luck with H and T, on our dvd player. Fun times.


So Thurs Ted actually got an awesome behavior sheet and I was psyched, as was he. I told him now you are weaned off the meds so who knows if this is affecting him or not (just the placebo effect or whatever, even).  Then unexpectedly the kids had Friday OFF FROM SCHOOL which kinda throws a wrench in the old rigamarole.  I say unexpectedly meaning this was totally on the calendar from day one in terms of the district school calendar but there was no reason for school off except a bunch of teachers saying yo we need a break inservice day, peace out and take your kids to the Y.

I did and we roll up to the Y all ready to use those facilities of glory when they are like yo our facilities for youths do not open until four pm because this is a regular weekday for us hummingbirds, sorry about your break in regular scheduled programming and all that but we have a schedule we stick to, lady.  Okay so taking them swimming I do instead of sticking them in the Active Center so mama can get her work out on (who am I kidding I was delighted not to have a reason to work out and was like oh well let's hit that vending machine and let's hit it hard).

Lo and behold we meet another mother there who has two boys one in H's class and one in Teddy's class.  For reals.  I have seen this mom before and wasn't sure what to make of her.  She seemed overly agressive/chatty when I met her before but I try not to judge cause who knows WHAT people make of me.  As it turns out her two boys are WORSE than Teddy and so I did a lovely chit chat hearing how HER son said he was going to kill himself last week and she had to go pick him up, etc.  I was like what is this some sort of epidemic? So we played some bball together and went swimming and had a nice time.  Everything's going great. Other mama departs with her kids to lunch.

Then the kids decide they would like to try out the treadmills.  Teddy has been on one before when he got pulled out of the Active Center for hitting someone and I made him run it off.  But they have rules about these things, Bloggy.  And as I have said before, rules kinda like bore me.  But anyway I checked with the front desk and said can my kiddos run like chariots on fire with the treadmills if I stand with them and promise not to move, and this dude was like absolutely.  And I know and HE knows they have to be ten but he said okay as long as you stand by them.  So of course I did and they had a great time learning these treadmills because basically the machine does everything but actually exercise for you but I think that may be coming soon.  They have virtual hills, On Demand TV and all the STATS.  My kids love the stats.

So then this "woman" (I am saying woman when I really mean beeyotch) comes up and is like, "Oh are your kids ten?" And I am like no but we got the okay from Mr. Cool.  And she is like well you have been misinformed and they need to vacate now. And she acted like we had dropped our pants and peed all over everything. So of course all of our excitement fizzled into a sad puddle of gloom.  So then I got a little annoyed and I went up to her and I was like was there a complaint or something and she was like no they just have to be ten.  And I just blinked at her.  I mean the place was empty and there was like MAYBE one stinkbug with a whistle around it's neck walking on one of the machines and about seventy-empty glistening treadmills.

Whatevs so we take our show on the road, and start the drive home and are chatting about imaginary lovely mansions we dream to live in when the freaking PO PO stops us because my registration is expired which OF COURSE it is but I have an APPOINTMENT to get it done (and actually it is done already) so I tell the nice police robot this and she is like that's great about your appointment here are THREE TICKETS, one for emissions one for inspection and one for registration to the tune of four hundred bones.  Jesus. But not even that they had us wait in the car for like an hour and Helen was sitting in the front and one police robot comes up to the car and he is all swinging his badge on a rope and like hey honey how old are you and how MUCH DO YOU WEIGH cause I just want to make sure you are following guidelines, and I am like.....

I have no idea how much Helen weighs and last time I checked that was kind of a rude question to ask a woman.  But if you want to break out your scale on the side of the road to see if you can rob me more blind, that'd be great.  But what I actually said was have a nice day. Dbags.


So anyway, Ted has been doing better but the haters out there are the worst.  Also, donate.


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