I went to a theme park today and totally enjoyed myself! This photo will clue you in as to where I went. I’ve been to that park a couple of times before but never without children and it was a completely different experience. It was nice to walk around and not have to make sure a sprog wasn’t being abducted or constantly telling me they were thirsty or hungry. We had lunch in a fancy-schmancy restaurant. I can honestly say that I have never had a lunch so nice and so tasty! A group of us from work got picked to go and one of my friends was one of them so that made it much more enjoyable. Since groups of people and people I don’t know freak me out, I just pretty much stuck with him and we people watched and rode a couple of rides. Awesome possum. I am wiped out from all of the walking.

Reading this and then the crappy follow up by the school over at Kat’s place really made my blood boil. I would go apeshit if one of the boys came home and told me that school personnel denied them access to a regular lunch. Utter bullshit.

I’m leaning heavily towards never birthing any kids, but if I were – I’d wait til Sweety and I were able to move away from here and go back to where I grew up. I wouldn’t want to stick kids in the school system down here. It’s just too big.

When you were a kid, did you like school lunches? I can honestly say that ours were great. It probably helped that our school only had about 175 kids in grades K – 12 and that someone’s mom was usually one of the cafeteria cooks. If you were still hungry and there was food left, you could go back for seconds. There were some kids that I went to school with that were flat malnourished and the teachers would come around and if it looked like you weren’t going to eat your hamburger, they’d ask if it was okay to give it to them. I don’t even think kids are allowed to share food in the cafeteria nowadays. Man, they made the best spaghetti. Good spaghetti with a layer of melted cheese on top. With garlic toast and green beans for the side. And the pinto beans? Help me, that is where my love for pinto beans and cornbread started. With a splash of Louisiana Hot Sauce. Mmmmm…

When I was a kid, we qualified for free lunches. When I was in kindergarten, I remember watching all of the other kids take lunch money to the teacher every day and I started to worry that I was stealing food since I never paid. So I went home and gathered all the change I could find (I stuck it in my coin purse that looked like a purple hippo) and gave it to my teacher the next morning. She looked at me like I was crazy and quietly told me that it was okay and to put the money back in my pocket and sit down.

We always had enough food to eat when I was growing up but there wasn’t really any money for extras. I can still remember how embarrassed and pissed off I was when, while swinging on the swings one day, some little snots came up and started making fun of my pants because they were ugly. (As a result, my kids now are not allowed to wear Rustler jeans from Wal-Mart. BB actually asked for some a few weeks ago and I pointed him towards something else.)

New clothes? When I was in the 4th grade I got a new shirt and I loved it. It was pink with short, white, lacy sleeves. (I even had my school picture that year taken in it.) I’d have Mom wash that shirt and wear it damn near every day. Well, every day til some snooty heifer a couple of years older than me started making fun of me for wearing it so much. (She’s not one of my MySpace friends today. Fuck her.) I’m still like that though. When I get a new t-shirt, that bitch is going to be worn for at least the next 4 times that I leave the house. Old habits die hard.

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