Spent the morning at the Sampson Elementary VIPS (very important parents = volunteers) orientation. It was mostly blah-blah-blah, a bunch of introductions. There were more than 120 parents (moms) there, and a lot of people were missing; it's a different deal than Miller, that is for sure. This PTO has about 12 subcommittees — one organized bunch. Super moms — frankly, they scare me. I think I'll just lie low. Most chairs chose not to make mini-presentations, but my favorite mom (big mouth, loud, take-charge, I-love-my-kids-more-than-you-love-yours mom) had to make a speech, had to take far more than her allotted five minutes because HER committee is the most exciting, more important than the others. Yea, yea, yea; whatever.
I do wish I had known we were taking pictures for volunteer nametags; I might have not let my hair retain its natural curl in order to blend in with the humidity; I might not have spent 20 minutes walking over in afore-mentioned humidity. Can't wait to see this photo.
But my favorite moment? When the moderator, after the mini-speech by the Hispanic mom, said, "Thanks. And love that accent!" Don't you people have any class?
And then there was last night, parent night at the middle school. One teacher mentioned she was pregnant; she said it was her second and she likely would not be having any more (OK, first of all, too much information!). Then a father pipes up with, "Why?" Um .... none of your business? Do you not know which boundaries are not to be crossed?
Why must people be so clueless? And why don't people learn? One time, at a party when I was hugely pregnant, the wife of one of Gary's more moronic colleagues asked me if this pregnancy was planned. I tried the, "Why would you ask that?" response — you know, the one designed to embarrass people into shutting up? Didn't have the desired effect AT all — she proceeded to tell me just why she wanted to know, outlining in horrifying detail the circumstances of all her pregnancies.
Sigh. Some people do not learn. Don't people have any class? Sadly, we know the answer to that.
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Sounds like conversations with Dan Boone's wife. I'll never forget the first time I met her when she told me, in full detail, all their financial information.
She loves to talk to me about why I don't have kids. I've come to the point where I just ignore her now.
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