Not comfortable????

So at the last RM meeting of the year tonite, one of the Moms made a suggestion for next year's welcome meeting.

The welcome meeting is usually in August and incoming Freshman Moms are invited to come and see what RMs are all about...

I remember my first RM meeting three years ago...

Phillipia: So where are all the dads?
RM: Dads go to Boosters
Phillipia: I thought Boosters was Athletic Boosters....
RM: Yeah....
Phillipia: So what about the Dads whose kids are not athletic?
RM: Welcome to RMs. Let's get on with the meeting...(that's RM code for"This is how its done - we are not changing anything - shut up bitch.")
Phillipia: OK then...but this is war...I want dads here...

But I digress...

So this cool RM thought it would be a good idea if our welcome meeting was a little more welcoming...

CRM: I think we should have it at someone's house - more like a bbq or picnic ...
RM:Are you offering your house?
CRM: Well, yeah, I was...
RM: That will never work. (That's RM code for "She actually said yes; shit I thought that suggesting her house would end it.")
CRM:But I have a tiki bar...
RM:Freshman Moms feel uncomfortable going to someone's house they do not know. We will just have it here same as always.

I am sitting there not able to control myself...

Phillipia: You have a tiki bar? I vote for her house! Count me in. But I think we better check it out first...several times. I think the Moms will feel comfortable if we make sure the bar works good.
RM: We'll think about it, but not this year...

Say what??? What incoming freshman Mom would not feel comfortable having a welcoming drink to better be able to deal with the RM "this is the things the way they always were...so we are not changing..." attitude???

It sure would have helped me:)

Happy Birthday, Mom.

As I mentioned in a previous post, there is an overabundance of friends and relatives birthdays' this time of year. Today is one of the more important ones...yeah - my Mom.

My Mom amazes me...in more ways than one, but let's not digress.

Mom is a much different (more awesome) grandma than she ever was a Mom. Don't get me wrong, she was a good Mom (to all my friends).

But she is a great grandma - at least that's how my kids see her...

Mom Then: You better not come home with any thing less than a "B" on that report card or you will be grounded til the next report card comes home. Really, Mom - ya think I studied more when ya grounded me; I just learned to hate ya more...

Grandma Now: Don't worry G-man, the girls will do your homework in college.

Mom Then: Stay off the furniture. That's for company to sit on...

Grandma Now: Here just put the cushions on the floor so you are more comfortable playing your X-box

Mom Then: You are not leaving this table until you eat every last vegetable on that plate.

Grandma Now: Don't worry about finishing your brussel sprouts. Your Mom never could make them right.

Mom Then: Do I look like Timmy's Mom????

Grandma Now: Timmy seems like a nice friend; you should let G-man go on a road trip with him this summer. What can it hurt.

I luv ya Mom (and Grandma).