Wanting To Be Bob
Lord but people irritate me. Case in point one: I posted something on a neighborhood online board recently---mentioning that Ernie had seen someone in our neighborhood trying to go through unlocked cars and had called the police. I just posted it as an fyi...lock your doors. Most responses were reasonable...saying thanks or where was this or oh this happened to me. Then somebody posted and said that people should park their cars in their garage but don't because our society is so possession obsessed, etc. Yeah, whatever. Then somebody else posted and asked why aren't parents aren't supervising their kids and teaching them how to respect the property of others. Geesh. Really? I just meant...don't forget to lock your cars, not get into a societal and moral debate. For some reason this just irritated the hell out of me. Case in point two: I hate it when you're at a general informational meeting as I was yesterday, and somebody hijacks it with questions that are specific to their situation and nobody else's AND then bitch about things that are not the fault of the presenter. LIGHTEN UP PEOPLE.
It could be that I'm just grumpy because I only had one day off last weekend and it was shitty and I work both days this weekend and just realized that I have to work both days the following weekend too. I am a girl who likes her time off. I AM grumpy. I can't help it. I know perfectly well I have nothing to complain about but WILL I LET THAT STOP ME? HA. No.
Oh well. Last night when I got home from my meeting Owen met me at the door and didn't stop talking until....well, ever. He reported that he'd done well on a test even though he'd forgotten about it and hadn't studied. One of those, "uh, well...good I guess" things as a parent. Then he reported that his presentation on Farenheit 451 had gone really well and that he hadn't gotten too nervous since none of the 'hot chicks' were in class. I asked where the hot chicks were and he shook his head and said, "You know, that's just what Dad asked." I swear to God...sometimes I just don't know what to do with the boy. I eventually abandoned him and his father and went upstairs and played Bob Woodruff while I listened to it rain. Owen came in and kept talking. I think he has planned a weekend for the two of us to go explore a small town somewhere. I think I agreed to it. I do love that boy. That other guy I hardly ever see, especially if I have a late meeting. I miss him. It seems he is all grown up. I didn't expect it to be so soon.
Me? I just want to be Bob. Look at him. This is his life.