Posts Tagged ‘woodrow’

Poop jokes and the Parent-Teacher Club

October 5, 2009

So I’m getting out of my car to pick up kidlet from kindergarten and my phone beeps. I figured it would be a return-joke from Jonohs because I had threatened him with an invasion by Gozer if he did not remember to get himself sushi today (he told me yesterday something along the lines of that it was my responsibility to make sure he did, and I enjoy following orders) so I waited until I’d cleared the curb and was already standing around with the other parents waiting for the teacher to let our kids out before checking on it.

I flipped open my phone in this crowd of moms with bump-its in their hair and men in business polo shirts and it was a text not from Jonohs but from Special K, complaining about the odor of the orchestra room at her school, a smell with which I am sadly intimate from doing my own time in there:

So I snort and laugh, of course, and everyone turns to look curiously at me. I just smile as graciously as possible and shake my head, flipping the phone shut with a snap as if to say, Oh, that’s okay, PTA moms and dads, do not mind me over here with the dutch braids and the flannel snap shirt — I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at a poop joke. I am a class act. And soooo put-together that every day I wait for the call to become the new principal of that place, cause I know they are all just super-impressed and dazzled by me and my obvious organization and decorum. Awesomesauce! Dig me!

May you live in interesting times: a.m. accordion edition

September 30, 2009

Interesting day on my hands, lots of irons in the fire, pleasure and business both to be tended to. Picking out flowers with Miss D now that some of the wedding details are settled down a bit, have to go to DMV later to register my car and get Californny plates now that Oregon is looking to be forever and firmly in the past (stomach lurch, eye twitch; ah, psychosoma, how I’ve missed you! but not). However, whatever happiness, anxieties, and mix therein the day brings me, I have the comfort of knowing it’s started out right: with an accordion.

I dropped kidlet off for kindergarten to find a little concert going on, complete with a bucket for change (seriously, could we please get a better budget for education in this country; we are teaching our children to busk for their hot lunches at this point) sitting at the feet of the smallest ones. They were playing “Hot Cross Buns” and I’m not afraid to say it, they seriously picked up some funk in there. Thanks, chitlins!

Let’s make this day happen!