Queen Pin

Yesterday a grown woman, a mother, was smack talking my Lilah. She is the mother of another little girl that bowls in the same league as Lilah. This is a bumper league that consists of 3-5 year old children. They bowl one game and it is not at all competitive. I look it at as a fun way for her to participate in a little group activity with other kids her age, learn something and gain some confidence.

I take the run and drop the ball approach since she is not strong enough to throw the ball on her own. 80% of the kids in the league do it this way. The parents cheer and the kids get excited if they knock down some pins. It's a good time. 

Yesterday we were having a problem getting the ball down the lane. We were on about the 4th time of them having to go retrieve the ball for us so she could try again and were only on the 4th or 5th frame. This is a common occurrence with kids this age.  I was getting frustrated and feeling bad that we were taking so long. I turned around to give out a 'sorry you guys' look to all of the other parents when I see this bitch running her mouth and glaring us down. Um....what?!?!? I can't hear what she is saying but I know she is saying it about us. We finally get the frame finished and my friend Sandy whose son bowls on the same team as Lilah comes up to me and tells me that she was saying very loudly that kids who are not ready to bowl shouldn't be bowling and talking about how late it was getting and that she had shit to do. WTF. I am seriously ready to slap this bitch. Since we had taken so long it was Lilah's turn again on the other lane. Damn it. I didn't want to have a repeat of the last frame so I gave the ball a little push to make sure it made it to the pins. While we were finishing the frame my blood was boiling. I was trying to decide what to say to this woman as to not cause a scene with all of these kids around. I pretty much decided, f it. Not gonna say anything. She is just a white trash bitch. However....when I turn around Sandy was having a bit of a confrontation with her. So I went over. She was in full denial...."I didn't say anything. All I said was that is was noon already". Lying skank. Sandy told her that she was talking about a 3 year old child loudly and that if she could hear it so could the other kids and that she was setting a shitty example. I put my 2 cents in and said something like "Sorry my kid isn't a bowling genius like yours" or something stupid like that. Why do I always come up with the awesome comebacks when it is too late? Long story short, she shut up. She had been called out for her bad behavior and hopefully she was feeling like a total asshole. Who does that? A 3 year old. A freaking 3 year old. Her daughter on the league is also 3 by the way. I wonder what she would have done if someone did the same to her daughter?

Later when I thanked Sandy for standing up for Lilah she said something that I loved. She teaches her kids that we should not tolerate mean people and that standing up for others is just as important as standing up for ourselves. This is a great lesson for our children and it is too bad that all parents don't practice this teaching. This lady was teaching her kids the exact opposite. 

And how on earth could you be mad at this face?????

And by the way....later in the game her daughter threw her ball and got it stuck between the bumper and the gutter. I couldn't help but smirk. :) 

Tomorrow?

I just spent 20 minutes on two really boring paragraphs. Then I spent 10 seconds deleting them. It has been 2 1/2 months since I wrote. You would think I would have something interesting to say. All day long I think of things I want to write about, things that I think are entertaining or funny. But right now I ain't got shit. I think my brain is tired. I know the rest of me is. Maybe tomorrow.

I took this picture tonight. Lilah and I had been playing in her room when Bubba decided to join in. They are so crazy. I love them more than words. And yes...that is a Christmas tree...on January 24th. I know.

I Need Therapy

Oh blog how I have missed you so! So many times I had brilliant ideas to turn into funny, interesting or just plain sweet things about life I wanted to share. So many times I collapsed into my bed at 7:30 and never made it happen. It is cold and not very snugly in that desk chair. My bed is warm and has a sweet little 2 year old in it to snuggle. My sweet little 2 year old I only see a few short hours a day. WWYD???

So tonight I am making it happen. In bed while laying down holding the iPad with my left hand and typing with one finger on my right while soaking up the heat and sweet smell of my freshly bathed princess. I have really just felt like I needed some writing therapy. It is like having a good cry without all of the tears and sobbing and shit. And much more effective than making a FB status update. Way too many people use FB as therapy these days and I have to say that I find it equally entertaining and completely annoying. So many times I just want to tell people to shut.the.fuck.up. And that would be rude. And I am never rude! ;) The election was enough to take me over the edge. So many times I typed snide or smartass comments to self righteous, ignoramus all around dumbfuckery only to chicken out and delete them. I didn't have the time or energy to get into what would surely turn into a debate of wits. My wits are pretty slow these days. Can people just own a set of beliefs without shoving them down your throat repeatedly with a bunch of photoshop and pic art propaganda? Must they belittle every opinion out there that does not match their own? Can people not have civilized debates backed by factual information? I was so looking forward to election day so that it could all finally be over. Nope. Same obnoxiousness. Much gloating. Lots of Bitter Bettie's.

I miss home. I feel like I am never in it. Just a big adjustment that even almost 2 months into I am having a hard time with. Place is a wreck!! Makes it worse to be gone all day and come home to tornado, whining hungry kid town. We are especially out of sorts because we just had our downstairs floors refinished. We are also repainting our kitchen cabinets. We have no furniture until Friday when the new stuff is delivered and my kitchen is emptied. We are living on fast food and hanging in the cold dirty ass basement eating off TV trays. I am seriously not complaining though. My floors are gorgeous and it will all be so lovely when it is done and everything is back in it's place. I have been waiting years.....yes years for this. Oh and guess who is getting a dishwasher???? Me me meeeeeee! Get to pick it up on the 20th. No more damned dishpan hands here!

Man typing this with one finger is taking forever. My left hand is going numb from holding the iPad. Enough therapy for one night? I guess. Although it feels unfinished.

Felt good. :)