Yesterday, when i went to wake up Roni, she looked at the clothes i was putting on her and said in a sleepy voice, "Ug. Mommy, can't you pick something uglier?" and then rolled over and closed here eyes. She didn't even whine it. i was shocked. i told her yes, i could, but that outfit was out on a farm being rolled in cow shit so it would smell, too. She just "eeeewwww . . . "ed at me and yawned.
i hate to say it but, Operation Green Socks failed.
- i know i didn't mention it but i wasn't sure how it'd be taken and i didn't want to chicken out. Here was the plan:
- Every day she did NOT come home with a smiley or step one (Smiley = NO warnings; Step one = only one warning) she would be forced to wear something she deemed 'ugly' to school the next day. Since she went to the office on Wednesday, she had to wear a Winnie the Pooh outfit that i think is cute but she says is horrid. (You MUST understand, she loves her black pleather low-rise flares and only wears l-r flared jeans and, well, teen-ager clothes!)
i figured since it had worked so well the first time, with the neon green socks that totally clashed with her outfit ~ she brought home a smiley that day!!! ~ that maybe a constant reminder would help. And the total feeling of being picked on by me. Nope. She got the frowny face that is one warning away from an office visit. The Green-Sock method only worked for a few days. The pigtails she so desperately hates turned out to be a real big hit with everybody else and the sting wore off.
i am back to the beginning.
"i was there when the bear ate his head, thought it was a candy."
~ Dave Matthews Band
~ Dave Matthews Band
that song always reminds me of this woman i worked with at Warrentech. It was my first phone job and i was ok at it but i was lucky enough to get picked for a small out-dial survey and so i finally got out of selling warrantees to New Yorkers! (Geeeeeezz! That accent it hard to maintain and they won't talk to you if you don't sound like them!) i finally had my own desk in the back and i worked with Carol. She was one of the funniest and strangest women i have ever met. She had two boys, both in their teens, and an abusive, alcoholic, ex-cop for an ex-husband. Carol loved the alternative and metal bands her sons listened to, had the greatest sense of humor, loved life and was severely disabled by the abuse her ex had dished her. He had done some permanent damage to her kidneys, she could hardly walk because both her knees had been injured so often, and her eyes were totally fucked since her used to beat her head on things. He forced her to eat all the time because she tended to get thin and he liked her to be quite plump. She has had a good many of her teeth knocked out but she never stopped smiling. Until the day she came in crying. He had apparently tracked her down again and found out her phone number and address, so she was looking at having to move again since the restraining order really didn't seem to be a magical one and never kept him away from "The Woman He Loved". i really liked her a lot. She was fun to work with, always had some great stories, and when she laughed she looked like a cross between a happy troll and a plump elf! That was her favorite song because she always laughed at that line in particular; she said she could just see it . . . a bear licking some guys hair and then crunching his head right off like a candy! So, now, i get that mental picture and smile every time i hear that song!
confessed on 2001-02-02