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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2012 21:17:21 GMT -5
Jenne I'm happy for you. An extra sweet victory! Stormi that cracked me up as sad as it was. I was kicked off the PTA in Florida. Found my little niche in the boosters here. I'm better dealing with sports moms and dads, we think alike.
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Post by Jenne on Apr 11, 2012 21:35:25 GMT -5
Ever tried cow tipping in the parent's car park? I was sorely bloody tempted on many occasions. Instructional video contained herein. www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ectgHjUcV8NB: On the last comment on this video by the narrator. I was of the impression that three quarters of the state of Minnesota consists of dairy farms, so the quoted statistic is not at all surprising to me. Hee hee hee. TY TY...will come in handy someday. Khara, I hear ya--I'm about out of this gig. If the bitch hadn't fought so dirty, I'd have given it to her on a silver platter. But she got my back up, and so I had to fight, damn her eyes. Sigh.
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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 11, 2012 21:58:35 GMT -5
Jenne I'm happy for you. An extra sweet victory! Stormi that cracked me up as sad as it was. I was kicked off the PTA in Florida. Found my little niche in the boosters here. I'm better dealing with sports moms and dads, we think alike. My kids are firmly of the opinion they're better off with me staying the fuck away from the school altogether. LMAO!! That is till summat goes awry with officialdom and then it seems they have a mantra - "Call my mother". I've torn many a new arsehole for a teacher of theirs and we have yet to have one of those types of encounters with the academic staff in which my kid has not emerged victorious. I shut one of them up quick enough when he was opining to me that Sam needed to gain better control of his emotions and he wouldn't cry so easily when said teacher used his dyslexic spelling test as a public example to others in the class of how not to go about doing one's homework. I looked him up and down, his fat gut straining at his belt, his lard arse spilling over the office chair, the cream bun he was hoping to scoff for his elevenses oozing its fat out onto the paper bag he held protectively in his lap - looking for all the world like a week 1 contestant on the biggest loser and I said to him. "Mr McPherson. I would suggest that a man of your advanced kilos is in a very poor position to be telling a 10 year old dyslexic child that he lacks self control." The Principal nearly choked trying not to laugh out loud. ;D Let 'em know you won't take any shit mate. That's the way to treat them. Then they know they can't push your kids around.
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