Wordful (V for Vendetta) Wednesday

You guys know me well enough to know that taking pictures is sorta my thing.

I take pictures every single day.

Which means I could fill a Wordful Wednesday Post with any number of different things.

For example, let's just go back seven days.

That would technically, put us at last Tuesday, September 29th.

Last Tuesday, I was very excited, to find this in the mail box smiling at me. It's my brand new business cards from one of my very most favoritest companies: Moo.



Then, Wednesday.

I spent Wednesday, like virtually every other Monday, Wednesday, and Friday: at the park with #3 while #2 was tortured at school.



Thursday was my Extreme (for me) Makeover.



Friday.

Some people love Friday's because it marks the end of their work week. But, for me, Friday is just the beginning. At least this Friday I was able to take a happy little trip to Costco where I picked up another pair of these.



I love knee high socks and fall means I can wear them:)!

Saturday, I went to an annual event in my "city" called In the Streets where tons of local vendors and artisans and performers gather to entertain thousands of people. I missed a good chunk of it because I was stuck at work. But, I was able to make it out there just in time to wait nearly 2 hours to get a table at this fine dining establishment. Awesome!



The food was delish, but nothing (aside from a room full of cookies, cakes, and ice cream that don't make you a lard no matter how much you eat) is delicious enough to warrant waiting 2 hours for. Sadly, it was one of those situations where we had waited so long it was too late to get outta line and go find some place else.

The worst part was that, the only reason they even gave us a table when they did was because I told the hostess (with my eyes) I was going to gnaw her arm off and eat it with a spoon if she didn't give us one.

Sunday, I was ding-dong-ditched.

Or, so I thought.

But, turns out it was one of my son's clever friends leaving this invite on our door and running away faster than my fat legs could carry me.



Monday, we went on a field trip to the apple orchard with #2.



We had a lovely time, right up until #3 decided that he'd had quite enough of socks, shoes, and riding on a tractor.

He disrobed his feet, and made a break for it.

Luckily, my arms are way faster than my feet and I was able to grab him before he launched himself from the moving tractor.

That woulda sucked.

And, finally, back to Tuesday.

A picture of the sweetest, most pleasant, obedient, studious, friendly young man I've ever met (or even heard about).



If you were on Twitter around 4pm yesterday you may have seen my enraged-bout-to-get-crazy-up-in-this-piece Tweets about him arriving home from school having been brutally attacked (although some people call it bullying, I feel like it was at least assault) by some waste of space little bastard misguided older boy who decided to repeatedly pull his hair so hard on the bus that even hours later his head was still tender.

I looked at his face (sad, and ashamed for not being able to stand up for himself), and listened to his voice (frightened, and begging me to cut his hair short so no one will ever pull it again), and dried his tears (of relief at being home begging me to never make him ride again), and I felt ill.

When an unassuming, completely harmless 7 year old boy like my baby is afraid to get on the bus to go to school for fear of being injured, I'm convinced that something is wrong with this world and I wish that I could make it so that he never felt this way again.

I know that I can't shelter him in that way, but I'm thinking I may watch for that kid to get offa the bus, creep over to his house at night, shave his head while he sleeps, and write on his head in permanent marker, "Pull on this bitch*!"

Just a thought.

*Sorry for the curse (mom and other people easily offended by profanity), but he was asking for it, he really, really was. Plus I'm a bad Mamma-Jamma and I fully understand the meaning behind V for Vendetta.