Pamela Faith

I laugh every time I hear this phrase. A few years back my Sweetie and I thought it was a good idea to open a flooring store in the city next to our hometown. We made some money and hired a couple of people to help out. My helper was my sister-n-law and her brother. One Friday I noticed they seemed to be relaxing and watching the clock so to speak. When I mentioned this, my sister-n-law replied that it was Fun Friday and nobody does any work on Fridays.

Cool. I don’t know how other employers feel about paying people by the hour to play (work), but I for one think this should be mandated by the government. The only thing I would change would be the day of the week. Instead of Fun Friday, I would change it to Mooch on Mondays.

I may get some flak for saying that I believe many more teachers should be fired than what was fired in Rhode Island. For the most part I try to avoid conversations about public schooling because I hate a particular ex-teacher and ex-assistant principal  I realize that not all teachers and schools are the same and don’t deserve to be bundled together.  Many people probably think homeschooling is lame, but sometimes the alternative is much worse.

Let me tell you about my last experience with a public school teacher.  We’ll call this school, Teacher Clique Academy, and the ex-teacher, Mrs. StuckonMyself. We’ll include the assistant principal at the time and call her, Mrs. KissTeachersButts. Unfortunately, I had submitted an article to the Gadsden Times about homework and sealed my fate with the school my children attended.  Apparently they do not teach freedom of speech, individuality, free thinking, personal opinions, or self expression. Duh. I only attended this school for a few months as a child and it was the worse school I’d ever attended and I’ve went to plenty of schools, sometimes more than 2 in a school year. My Sweetie attended 13 years and we were carrying on the torture tradition.

They have a high drop out rate in the high school and if you include the kids that leave to homeschool, it’s quite pathetic. In my opinion, some of the teachers there (not all of them) have a really stinky attitude.

Mrs. StuckonMyself gave me the speech one day about her credentials making her better than me when she assumed I’d dropped out high school and was white trailer trash. I may have a little white trailer trash in me (who cares), but she was wrong about my education. I actually graduated in the top 20 of my class with a grade average of 93. I was also in the Beta Club, got chosen to be in a college typing competition my senior year, got chosen to travel to Central America with the Spanish teacher (only 3 got picked), graduated with an advanced diploma, and was a teacher’s assistant several different grades at different schools.

I didn’t want to rub it in her face, because I don’t have to prove myself to her ego, but my family business filed over $200,000 last year.  Some Teachers don’t get paid enough that’s for sure, but for Mrs. StuckonMyself to think because she went to college to be a teacher makes her more successful than me is stupid.

Unlike her, I don’t shove my success at other people to look snooty. It was actually funny to me, which only pissed her off more. I guess she couldn’t understand why I’d laugh at what she thought was an insult. I’m happy with my little 1400 square foot home brewed dwelling that my Sweetie built with his own hands. At least now we have a paved drive way (yeah, I still get teary eyed over that) and an in-ground swimming pool that costs too much to maintain. We own 2 vehicles and paying on the third. Those of you who know me are laughing. Two of our vehicles are more like yard ornaments because to actually drive them require hauling gallons of water to refill the thingy on the front that overheats and the other needs its batteries recharged before every journey.

Anyways, the newspaper article caused quite a stir. It caused me to be banned from the school’s open house that year for fear that I’d cause other parents to rebel against authority. I find this interesting because apparently I was the only parent who had ever complained about the amount of homework their child had to do. If this was true, why were they so worried that I’d cause a revolution? Wouldn’t the other parents just look at me strangely and wonder why I had a problem with the beautiful idea of hours and hours of education being shoved down my kids throats during bedtime?

Like I said, this is a very touchy subject for me. Although, the whole mess was a “blessing” for my family in the long run. We are enjoying vasts amounts of free time to learn how to be free thinkers, individuals with opinions, exercising the right to freedom of speech, and self expression (thanks to Rock Band & Guitar Hero, Facebook Games). As soon as the weather warms up, my children will be enjoying recess and physical education in the pool, while her fat butt is plopped down somewhere in a school building making children hate school and parents wonder what they did so wrong to be looked down on by a crazy woman who thinks she is better than everyone else.

Playing Battlefield Bad Company isn’t the same. Where did all the people go? Has Call of Duty finally raped our game of its players?  When I get to play (not as often as I’d like), I want to have 12 people on both sides of the war. Trying to play the game with only a few people is too hard and boring all at the same time.  (My Xbox 360 Gamertag is GroovyClown for anyone interested in playing sometime.) You might want to mention this blog or I’ll ignore you. For some reason there are some men who play on the xbox that will harass you to no end when they find out you’re a girl. I recently changed my gamertag to a nongender name. I used to be armygirl1978.  It’s hard to convince the menfolk that you are a mother of 3 kids and are happily married. All they see is a chick that likes to play video games.

Anyways, my family had some steamed veggies tonight. I steamed a mixture of cauliflower, broccoli, and carrots. Then I fried some potatoes to go with it. I find this to be a strange meal, but in respect for the vegetarian in the family, I’ll give it a shot. However, she ate the potatoes and left the rest of the veggies on her plate. I don’t get it. The veggie mix was delicious. I didn’t even miss the meat.

Our swimming pool is falling apart. Not only is the liner tearing, but now we have a massive crack in the pipe where the filter is because of the ground settling around our pump. My Sweetie is reminding me daily how much easier an above ground pool would have been. What can I say? I really love a pool with a diving board. There’s nothing like doing a cannonball and splashing all the water out at the same time. This past summer I didn’t get to use the diving board because of my pregnancy, but I intend to use it this summer if we can ever keep the water in it.  Stupid leaks.

On Wednesdays all over the internet, bloggers post a photograph with no words to explain it on their blog. Hence the ‘wordless’ title. The idea is that the photo itself says so much that it doesn’t need any description.

Well, I’ve given my free time to a pointless game. I can’t believe I’ve traded my writing time to the ever so addicting virtual farm world. I only have to make about 60,000 more  farmville coins so I can purchase the last farm expansion. Once I obtain the largest farming plot available, I’m going to work hard on getting all the awards. You may wonder how this Facebook game is improving my life or assisting me on completing my daily chores – well, it’s done nothing but hinder my personal progress in a negative way.  Now in between washing clothes, changing diapers, homeschooling, cooking, cleaning, and the little bit of work I do for our family business, I have to remember to harvest my fake garden, collect my fake chicken eggs, and send fake gifts to other addicts.

Why don’t I just stop?  Why don’t alcoholics stop drinking? It fills a void of time where you don’t have to deal with the real life work and responsibilities. Plus, it occupies my mind while I’m breastfeeding or rocking the baby to sleep. I can now use my laptop one handed as good as with both hands.

My daughter has been converting to a vegetarian lifestyle. At first it was quite frustrating for my meal planning, but now I’m thinking that less meat might be alright. It could also save us some money. We’ll see how our spaghetti tastes tomorrow without any meat.