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What would you do?
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What would you do? The girls got invited to a "Snow Ball" last night which was a dance hosted by a woman in my parent's religion. I actually work with her and like her as a person. Although I do not go to their church any more and haven't since I was last forced around 17 or so, I don't have a problem with my mother taking the midgets on Sundays if they want to go with the idea that learning new things isn't bad, sitting still isn't bad, socializing isn't bad, and learning what Grammy believes also not so bad. Most of the time they want to go and have a good time. They know what I believe and I tell them to make up their own minds about stuff, not to blindly follow something because someone they love believes it. It's personal. Anywho, I digress a bit. Point being I know most of the people there and most of them are really decent human beings. They don't swear, don't do drugs or drink (at least not in public  ), and generally look out for one another.My mother could not attend this dance as she was down south with my youngest brother, but she arranged to have the midgets picked up so that they could attend. Friday while I was sleeping the girl that was to drive the midgets stopped by to introduce herself and Pater Familias gave her my phone number so she could call when I was awake to finalize the arrangements. Cue Saturday evening. No phone call, the girls have been in their dresses waiting for an hour. It's now 6:00. Party starts at 6:30 about 20 minute drive from my house. *sigh PF woke me up to ask what should happen now. I start calling around. No one knows the girl's number or I get voice mail/answering machines. I call my dad to see if he's going, he is, but can't pick up the girls 'cause he has food to bring and only 3 seats... Finally I just decide to drive the girls to the party to see what's the issue. If they changed their mind, whatever, I dunno. I prepare the midgets that they may just have to come back home with me. We get there, Drama Queen and I go in and I have her find who I will call Teenie for this little dialogue. Teenie swears she called "like 10 times" and got no answer. I ask her the number she called. Not even close. Okay... I'm thinking stopping by would have been a good idea, but whatever. She seems excited to see that the girls made it so I ask her if she still wants them to attend. She says yes...but she only has 3 seats in her car. Would have been useful information to have earlier. My dad comes out and I ask him if he can bring one girl home. Acting all put out he whines about how far out of his way it is. I ask if they could do a quick poll as I know a lot of the people there are travelling towards me and it wouldn't be out of the way for them. Yep, quick as can be they find a ride!  So the girls are all psyched as hell, I'm glad it was just a mix up, and I can try to get some more sleep before work. As I'm dropping the two smallest one's car seats in the coat room my dad asks me who's supposed to be in charge of the girls while they're there.  Uh,Teenie...though it'd be nice if you could I dunno, just keep an eye out and make sure no one escapes the building or something...being that they're your grandkids...and you um...love them and stuff... I said nothing except that Teenie had wanted them there so I guess it'd most likely be her, but maybe the look on my face gave what I was feeling away.  Anywho, yeah, my dad, real feeling loving...whatever. So anywho, I get home a bit wound up over the fiasco, try to sleep, can't.  The Wee One and Cinderella come home. Cinderella is in tears and shaking she is so mad. Apparently right after I left some fucking cunt decides to say loudly in front of her something about how I'm a shit mother 'cause I dropped off my and didn't stay myself and wasn't going to bring them home.  Now I could care less about what others think about me if I don't care about them personally, but Cinderella on the other hand is VERY protective of me. She knows first hand what a real shit mother is like and let the cunt have it! She told her to NOT talk about her mother like that and that she didn't know what she was talking about. She tells me she wanted to punch her in the head. Some other people saw Cinderella crying from this and so consoled her. Apparently Teenie was going to take the midgets home right then as I guess this one person hates and spews hatred wherever she goes. Some of the people in charge talked to the nasty piece of work and she got reprimanded or some such thing, but what the fuck? SHE was NOT in charge of the party, just an attendee. SHE was NOT asked in any way to watch the midgets or bring them home. SHE had NOTHING to do with any of it, had no idea that it was a planned thing that got a bit confuzzled, yet felt the need to spew hatred and discontent. At any rate, it ruined Cinderella's time.  I don't know who this woman is. I'm going to find out though. I feel she needs to apologize to Cinderella for making her feel unwelcome and awkward at something that should have been a lot of fun for everyone. I don't know what this woman was thinking, but you NEVER put down someone's parents in front of them.  Very untypical for the majority of people in that religion and she put them all to shame. Anywho, what would you say to this woman if they were your midgets?  |
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3/6/2011 6:37 pm |
I'm not a good one to give my two cents on the likes of that kind of stuff. I was on the Drill Field when I found out my son (6 years old at the time) had been taken off school property without my permission by the school's guidance counselor. Mine and one other boy went for a ride in this guy's POV (privately owned vehicle) to the local grocery store for sugar to refill the faculty lounge sugar bowl. The man had what he thought were valid reasons for his piss-poor decision making. It got very loud and pretty ugly for a while that day. It's an odds game for me. If you over react...what do you really hurt in the long run...the feelings of a stranger? If you don't give the situation it's due, Cinderella could harbor feelings less than desirable for a very long time. It's something that you (as a Mom) have to decide for the best message to be stated for Cinderella. She'll always remember and, of the folks involved, hers will be the only memory that really matters when you're old. I would guess. Just my opinion. He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.  ~Friedrich Nietzsche
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PB... I would think a couple dozen bitch-slaps oughta get some sorta point across. Anyone who would resort to the use of tactics you describe, on children, is not likely to understand much of anything you might feel the need to say. Know what I mean?  Solar...
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3/6/2011 11:17 pm |
it all adds up to me  Bond James 700  The1tonyroneZone always to provoke  the pope on dope
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I would tell her in front of the entire church that her mindset, her attitude, and her unbridled mouth was EXACTLY the reason I no longer attend church. Church is supposed to be the gathering place for Christians. Christians are supposed to "judge not" and they are supposed to love others as much as they love themselves. Since people like her have proven that this is not the case, you really did not see the point in attending because you can't be that much of a hypocrite. Then thank her for being such a positive example of "Christian behavior" for your daughter. (At least that is the truth of why I left the church lol.) "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson  
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3/8/2011 3:05 am |
Nothing, you can't change nasty people like that. Any kind of adult conversation is just going to give the dumb cunt something else to twist and spew more venom about. If it were my kids I'd just try to explain to them how some people just aren't happy unless there tearing down somebody else and they really aren't worth getting upset over since usually they live miserable unhappy lives anyhow. And then I'd probably tell the dumb cunt to blow me.
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