Archive for August, 2008

So my son tells me yesterday that his bathroom is not working and can he please use mine. Ugh. I hate having to share a bathroom. Anyway, I thought it wouldn’t flush, but here’s the weird thing. You flush it and the tank empties, but the bowl doesn’t empty. So I asked him if he put anything other than toilet paper in there and he said no. I asked him repeatedly, and each time the answer was no.

Today we get back home from birthday lunch for my sister. He immediately goes to my bathroom. I decide to investigate his toilet problems further. I took the top off the tank and opened the bowl and watched it. There is a piece of paper floating in the bowl and I notice that the paper is much larger than your average sheet of toilet paper. He comes out of my room and I ask him about the paper in the toilet and the fact that it looks remarkably like papertowel. He looked as if I had spoken to him in a foreign language.

“Did you put papertowels in the toilet?”, I inquired.
“Uh, no”, he answered.

Again I mention the size of the paper in the toilet is not the correct size for toilet paper.

“Oh yeah, I did once. I had this nose bleed and I used a bunch of papertowels and then threw them in the toilet”.

You would think that he might have some sense in that awesomely smart head of his, but I am quickly learning this is not the case. Off to H*me D*pot for some toilet supplies…..


Dragon Con

I live in the South.  I love fantasy and science fiction.  I am also a gamer, pen and paper, not console – much.  Anyway, because of my love for these non mainstream things that are rapidly becoming mainstream, I attend Dragon Con.   This con has been happening for over 20 years.  I have missed 2 of them.  I have seen it grow from a small con that was a great time, to a HUGE con, that is bordering on too many attendees. 

So, this event takes place next weekend.  I will be blogging.  I don’t know if it will be everyday, but I am getting all items ready.  Camera, camcorder, money.  So, if you like to see the lengths that some folks go to to express their love of all things fandom, check back here next weekend, it’ll be fun!

Here We Go Again

My son is in the band.  He plays trombone.  Being the good band parent that I am, I was on the band booster board for our school last year.  No big deal,  just meetings at inconvenient times and days.  This year, due to circumstances beyond our control (theft), the band booster groups from the high school, the middle school and the sixth grade academy (our kids go to their very own school when they hit 6th grade.  No sharing!) have joined up into one unified band booster program.  Yay us.

So, my buddy K told me not to let her sign up for anything. 

Last night we both signed on to be co-Vice Presidents to represent the middle school band.  It has to be voted on, but no one else offered, so I think we are a shoe in.

Why do I do this to myself??

Say It Ain’t So

I was surfing and catching up on reading blogs this evening and Wil Wheaton had posted. I love Wil’s blog and I love Wil. Anyway, Wil has posted about his first time seeing Rocky Horror Picture Show. I thought, “Wow, what a great story.” and it made me think about my first time seeing it. Many, many years ago.

Long story short, here is the horror ending of his post:

MTV is remaking Rocky Horror Picture Show.

The horror! Go here and sign the petition online (even tho they mean nada) it’ll make you feel better.


So, son started school last Thursday.  He and I went to orientation last Wednesday.  When we walked into the school that evening there was a table set up with teachers or admins.  Anyway, we walked up to the table, I gave them son’s name, and they looked him up and wrote down his homeroom number for us.  So, just to recap, orientation, looked up name on list, got schedule, started school. 

I pay tuition for him to attend this school.  It is a public school, but because we live out of the school district (6 miles), I have to pay.  I am willing to pay, he is in a Magnet program focusing on science, math and technology.  And, it isn’t as much as a real private school would be. 

So, yesterday I called the school district central office to talk to the finance department to let them know that I would be paying the entire year’s tuition by the end of this week.   I got voicemail.  I left my message with my name, son’s name and return number.  No call back.  An hour later I get a call from the central office.  I know it is them by the prefix of the phone number.  I figure it is the finance woman calling me back, but I was very wrong.

I don’t remember the name of the woman, but apparently I was to be treated as a hostile client.  Right out of the gate, I was the bad person.  (And I am really not a bad person.  I swear.  Okay, maybe just sometimes.)  She informed me that I had not enrolled my son in school for this year because I had not turned in my Out of District Enrollment Form.  I have to honestly say, I don’t remember ever having to fill this form out since he was in 6th grade.  Over 2 years ago.  I told the lady that, but I was still the bad person. 

MeanLadyFromCentralOffice:  YOU have to go out on the website and print out the enrollment form and sign it and have your principal sign it and then fax it over to the Superintendant’s office.

GG:  But, I don’t remember having to do this last year.

MLFCO:  YOU have to go and get this form and do it as soon as possible, because according to our records your son is not enrolled in the school.

Ummm, if he wasn’t enrolled and you didn’t know about him attending, then how did he get assigned a homeroom and get a class schedule?

And let’s not forget that I haven’t paid my tuition for the month of August.  Forget the fact that they just started school last Thursday.  The school district wants their money damnit!  Disregard the fact that I have already made payment arrangements and have planned on paying in full before the week is out. 

I am a criminal because I have not paid yet.  Whatever.

So, being the dutiful parent that I am, because the gods know I don’t want son sitting around with no education happening, I took in the form this morning and dropped it off for the principal. 

Not 30 minutes later, the principal’s secretary calls because I have not included several items to go along with said form.  Items that I didn’t know were required, because I was just told to sign the paper and get it in RIGHT NOW!!!!!

It is all straightened out and all the items can be acquired in the school.  They have all the required docs, but tell me one thing.  How come I didn’t have to go through this last year?  He went to the same school as this year.  Has always been in school in this district. 

Hello, left hand?  Meet right hand.

Record Time

Today was the first day of school here in my little area of the world (the southeast).  Tardy bell is 7:15a.  Last night I put together all the notebooks and pens and dividers and highlighters and every other fecking thing required.  I did not buy the supplies for the homeroom yet.  No rolls of papertowels or hand sanitizer were sent.  Maybe some day next week.

Anyway, last year my son never took a shower shorter than 15 minutes.  And, he was in the bathroom for a total of a half hour every morning.  I don’t know what he was doing in there outside of the shower, and I really don’t wanna know.

So last night at 10:00, it was time for bed.  Being the old lady that I am (44) it is hard for me to keep my eyes open beyond 9:30.  Pathetic, right?  I told him when he went to bed that I was going to get him up at 5:15, fully expecting the full 30 minute regimen of whatever adolescent boys do behind closed doors.  (Already know, really don’t wanna).  Well I overslept a bit and didn’t get him up until 5:30.  Dude was out of the shower, dressed, and almost ready to go in under 20 minutes.  He was ready before me.  He ate breakfast, made his lunch, secured his band instrument and was ready to walk out the door long before we needed to leave.  I was in shock.  We got to the school way early and sat for a little while before he had to escape the car.   I was at work before 7:30. 

I don’t have high hopes for tomorrow….

Stolen Band Equipment

School Days, school days

I have an 8th grader.  School starts tomorrow.  Oh. My. Gods!  I remember when I was a kid and school started AFTER Labor Day.  And where is the logic in starting on a Thursday?  What is that about?

I pray that this year will be better than the last.

Death of an Xbox




My son loves, loves, loves his gaming.  Whether it be console gaming, or an MMORPG online, he totally digs it.  He is 13, after all!

So, last week he called me during the day to talk to me, or I called him.  I don’t remember.  What I do remember are these words “The xbox died”.  I had to have him repeat the words again.  I have to admit, I did a little dance of joy.  In my head.  I was at work, it wouldn’t have looked good to be dancing the dance of joy.  Anyway, I digress.

I promised him when I got home I would look into what needed to be done to get it up and running.  By the time I had gotten home, he had already looked up all the information needed online.  I also looked up info for my own edification, as he is 13 and one does not always get all information needed when dealing with a 13 year old.  So I called Xbox and reported the red rings of death. 

This was Wednesday night.  The box that they send you to ship back the console is called the casket.  Probably coined from the many gamers on line.  So, I reported, they shipped me the casket.  It arrived on Friday.  It was waiting for me when I got home from work.  Since that was the night that we were going to the concert in the square, I decided to wait to pack it.   So, I packed it that night when we got home.  Since I had a date with the Dark Knight on Saturday morning, I decided I would ship it on Monday.  I left work for a long lunch (read: drive home, get xbox, go to UPS store).  I shipped it, they got it Wednesday and on checking my son’s email this morning, (yes, I read his email.  As should all parents!) they have already shipped it back. 

Thank the gods, I am jonesing for some Rock Band!