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She said that a few years ago a mutual friend had mentioned to her that I had stood up to somebody on the bus - over what, I don't know, but something where they were in the wrong, I'm sure - and she really admired that. And Jenn had been a little surprised because that's so me that it would not occur to her to be impressed by it. Or something like that, it comes out worse when I retell it :)
Now, I don't know which bus incident this was. It's not all that important. I do know why Jenn thinks that's so me, though. It all goes back to our dad.
( Dreamy flashback music time! )
That all brings us to today. Ana's school allows seemingly anybody to put up a flyer in the main entrance, and somebody put up one for a fundraiser (which won't even take place until mid-June) for Autism Speaks, and I just don't want to have to see that stupid sign every single day until then. I refuse!
I also don't want to have to talk to the office regarding their policy on flyers (I mean, they must have one... right?) and why Autism Speaks is not a good organization (but I have to avoid saying they're evil because then it sounds like people who don't know that are evil and nobody listens even though it's plainly true) and why they should next time ask whoever-it-is to put up a flyer for another charity (we even have a few good local ones on the Island) instead.
I mean, I really don't want to do that. I would rather have teeth pulled. I don't even like talking to the pizza delivery guy, and let me tell you the only reason we ever get pizza around here is because they have an online ordering system. Otherwise we wouldn't. Telling people all about Autism Speaks and why it's bad bad bad? Gulp. And people I actually know? And have to see for the next few years???
I'm putting it off until next Monday. I'll print out some information, write a little presentation, and try to breathe. Not because I want to, but because it has to be done, and one day 23 years ago my mother said to my father "If not you, then who" and now it's my curse.
Thanks, Mommy. This is as bad as the proofreading gene. (And on that note, the notices from school aren't any better written than they were. I've brought THAT up to them as well, and no, I didn't want to.)
Now, I don't know which bus incident this was. It's not all that important. I do know why Jenn thinks that's so me, though. It all goes back to our dad.
( Dreamy flashback music time! )
That all brings us to today. Ana's school allows seemingly anybody to put up a flyer in the main entrance, and somebody put up one for a fundraiser (which won't even take place until mid-June) for Autism Speaks, and I just don't want to have to see that stupid sign every single day until then. I refuse!
I also don't want to have to talk to the office regarding their policy on flyers (I mean, they must have one... right?) and why Autism Speaks is not a good organization (but I have to avoid saying they're evil because then it sounds like people who don't know that are evil and nobody listens even though it's plainly true) and why they should next time ask whoever-it-is to put up a flyer for another charity (we even have a few good local ones on the Island) instead.
I mean, I really don't want to do that. I would rather have teeth pulled. I don't even like talking to the pizza delivery guy, and let me tell you the only reason we ever get pizza around here is because they have an online ordering system. Otherwise we wouldn't. Telling people all about Autism Speaks and why it's bad bad bad? Gulp. And people I actually know? And have to see for the next few years???
I'm putting it off until next Monday. I'll print out some information, write a little presentation, and try to breathe. Not because I want to, but because it has to be done, and one day 23 years ago my mother said to my father "If not you, then who" and now it's my curse.
Thanks, Mommy. This is as bad as the proofreading gene. (And on that note, the notices from school aren't any better written than they were. I've brought THAT up to them as well, and no, I didn't want to.)
