Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

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Yes, I’m trotting my tits out again. Late to the party, but always willing to fly my “RIGHT ON SISTAH!” flag, I’m joining Strollerderby in appreciating Maggie Gyllenhaal nursing in public. I *live* for the day when it’s more normal for someone to see a pic like that, smile indulgently, and walk on by nonchalantly.

HOWEVER

Since that rarely happens, and since I don’t have a nursling anymore, you get to see the same old photo, over and over. Yes, I do have other nursing pics. No, I’m not going to publish them yet (if at all).

Deal.

Oh, and enjoy. *laughs*

School Workers suspended in fake attack

Two school employees who staged a fake gun attack on a group of students during a field trip have been suspended, school officials said Monday.

During the last night of a weeklong trip to a state park, staff members convinced 69 sixth-grade students from Scales Elementary School that there was a gunman on the loose.

The students were told to lie on the floor or hide underneath tables and stay quiet. After the lights went out, some of the children began to cry. A teacher, disguised in a hooded sweat shirt, pulled on locked doors.

Click the link above to read the rest of the story.

I would say I have no words, but I do. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Be glad they’re not forming a torch-and-pitchfork mob right.this.minute because I would SO be leading them.

I do not enjoy “Mother’s Day”. I haven’t in a long long time. Trapped between my own hatred of “knee-jerk holidays” and my mother’s expectations for the day usually end up in me feeling depressed and inadequate. And grumpy.

I cooked lunch for my Mom. Did the dishes (two loads in our “There’s nothing wrong with it!” too-small dishwasher). Picked up the livingroom. Folded 3 loads of laundry. Managed the kids. Tried to work on a client’s website (for the record, made more difficult thanks to a 3YO clamoring for attention).

How, precisely, is that different than any of the 51 OTHER Sundays in my year? (or any other day, for that matter)

It isn’t.

To all you Other Mother’s out there.

I mean that.

Srsly.

Now that I’ve officially settled into the laptop totally, I’m deleting the blogroll and putting my favorite links into a bookmarks folder. I’ve yet to find a feed reader that didn’t annoy me.

Got recommendations?

Please forgive me for not speaking to you. I did not realize it was *you* until I got home. It’s not you, it’s me I promise.

When I go into that store, the vastness overwhelms me. It is all *too much*. Too many people, too many items, too much background noise. Overstimulation central, and as much as I despise their business practices and altogether too-muchness, I am economically bound to shop there.

I become, in short, a zombie. Dedicated to accomplishing the task at hand, moving with mindless shuffling grasping clawing single-mindedness. Get in, fill my cart, get out. Try not to wince when I see the total.

Still friends, kissykisses,

mE

I’ve been looking off and on all day for my xD card. I must find it, oh yes I must. Even though the camera it goes in is dead.

If you’re “the finder of lost things” would you PLEASE let me know where my ohsosweet lil son put it? Please? Thanks eversomuch.

In other news, I dunno if the livingroom has ever been this clean….

heh

We did end up going to the Spring Folly *late* today. I was prepared for the sea of humanity, I was *not* prepared for Southern Gospel Music with a thumpin’ bass.

Y’know the scene in “Finding Nemo” where Darla’s tapping on the glass of the fishtank? Yeah, that’s what thumpin’ bass sounds like inside my head. Is NOT fun for Da Mama.

Like an idiot, I didn’t grab the backpack and stick a few drinks for the boys in it. Thought about it, then brushed off the thought with a “naaaaw, it’s the last day, it won’t be THAT bad!” *eyeroll*

Daniel wanted to ride the ferris wheel, but we couldn’t. The seats didn’t seem to be wide enough to accomodate the three of us, and well…obviously, I had no other options.

The trainride was the first thing they hopped on. It was a good starter ride – just a train, on a track, going in about a 15′ or so circle. (Please note: that is a guess. When it comes to things like that, ask someone OTHER than me if it’s an important measurement.)

Next up was the flying cars. The look on the boys faces was PERFECT when they realized they were up in the air higher than my head.

This is where the picture would be. If I still had a digital camera!!! (glares menacingly at the daughter’s bedroom door.)

Our last ride was the merry go round. I got lucky – found two horses together, so all I had to do was stand there and smile at the boys as we rode.

The smell…ohmygod the smell. Half a mile down the road I was drooling over the scent. You know…FAIR FOOD!!!!! And then we got there and hit the Wall Of Smell. Hot grease and turkey legs and deep fried lard on a stick. It hung over the park assertively, flavoring our every breath.

We were there for about 1 1/2 hours. OH! Dan got his first portajohn experience out of the way. Fortunately, it was clean. Unfortunately, his nose is just as sensitive as mine (if not more so) and you could smell the air freshener outside the door. The poor kid was gagging before he got fully unzipped.

I think that covers everything we did. Basically this turned out to be a trip to the park with carnival rides on the grounds LOL.