piss stew

I went out to dinner tonight with my 4 sisters.
It's our yearly Christmas dinner without children, husbands, boyfriends, parents...ect.
We've been doing it for years.
It's one of my favorite nights of the year.             The other day I found an envelope tucked between my kitchen doors. It had a hundred dollar bill in it and a note from mom and dad telling me and my sisters to enjoy ourselves at our dinner.
Isn't that sweet?
The dinner was great. Conversation was fun, funny, and heartwarming. The gift exchange was fun.......and emotional...............
When my mom and dad moved from our family home, my sister and her husband bought the house. When mom and dad moved out mom told sister that mom had a few boxes of stuff in the attic and would came back for it eventually.
One day way back when mom was critically ill, my sister went to the attic to look through the boxes.
She found a box filled with stuff mom had written including poems she'd written about each of her daughters.
This year sister asked mom if she could take each of the poems to give to us as a Christmas gift.
Mom said yes.
Sister took each of the poems to an embroidery shop and had each one embroidered and then framed.

This is what mine said:

                                                           Sandy Gay, Age 7
                                             Raven haired with warm dark eyes,
                                             Aready smile filled with childly guise.

                                             Freckled nose and two teeth missing,
                                             Husky voiced with just a touch of lisping

                                              A lovely package of innocent love,
                                              Sandy, a gift from God, From up above.


I love it.
Thoughts from my mom from way back when......


The school principal called me yesterday.
He told me the cheerleading coach admitted to using foul language, and losing her cool at practice but that it wasn't directed at any one individual..............therefore he wasn't going to fire her, but he was going to have her take some anger management through the school guidance counselor.
I asked him if he interviewed the other coach. "no"    I asked him if he interviewed any of the other cheerleaders   "No"...........................So I said to him "SHE CALLED MY DAUGHTER A FUCKING, CRY BABY BITCH! That is not acceptable behavior. You did not do a thorough investigation!
I also pointed out to the principal all the money I've paid to the coach for items I've yet to receive.  The conversation ended with the principal saying he would interview the others present at the practice and he'd call me later in the day.
He didn't call.
School is closed for the next 18 days.
18 days is a long time for me to sit and stew.
He made a big mistake by not calling me back.