One of my many responsibilities as a member of my church is to check in with a few ladies to see if they visited other lovely ladies that they agreed to check in on each month. I try to be nice about this. Frankly, I really don't care if they visit every single girl on their list every single month. They should at least try, but some months are rough. However, I wish they would realize this.

Most months, I send out a reminder email sometime during the last week of the month. Some brush me off by informing me that the month isn't over. Then they never respond again to let me know how they did. Others completely ignore the email and my subsequent calls. Then they get annoyed that I call again. Tonight, I even heard one of them grumpily inform her husband, "I don't want to talk to her right now." Of course, two seconds later, she was talking to me as if sugar was pouring out of her mouth. She could have avoided my so annoying five minute phone call by emailing me or calling me at her own convenience.

In short, I tire of people acting like I am being a pest when they know they need to report. I tire of people expecting me to give them something for nothing. I tire of being treated like gum on someone's shoe until they need something. The world isn't going to change, so I guess I'll have to work on some attitude adjustments for my girls, eh?

Despite how much that phase of the day irritated me, I got to have dinner with some friends that I haven't got a chance to know very well. We enjoyed some bar-b-qued goodness and chatted for a bit. Then we returned to our real lives. I came home to my television and darling computer. They returned to a house full of adorable kids. I may just think their kids are adorable because I am plotting how to get them to scrub my floors. I'll probably have to suck it up and scrub the floors myself. Not every kid wants to reenact Risky Business.

My best intentions fail me once more. Time with my guitar, my fabric, my twisted brain, and my paper keep my stubby hobbit fingers pretty busy. Here's the quick recap of the last three weeks:

Child on the floor banging her shoes together while I teach bursts into tears when I deny her a treat. Other children who showed very little respect for me or the lesson also lose the right to eat deliciousness. Luckily, they did not cry. Also, luck favored me with a mother who understood.

My husband has been having a lot of meetings lately. As I waited for him to reappear from one of these, one of the almost teenagers entertained me. She made me a pink peacock and a yellow flower out of clay. They are both quite tiny, so they don't get much attention nestled among other trinkets I like to put on display.

With the company of a healthy friend, I have been visiting the gymnasium more often. Some of the other regulars amuse me. I am particularly fond of the tall, lanky redhead who runs as funny as I believe I do, but my favorite is the old Chinese guy who always looks so contented as he walks away the afternoon on the treadmill. He should be on a poster for how much fun it is to be fit.

Another child from my class decided it would be funny to punch me in the stomach. He then ran away with his sister in hot pursuit declaring her intention to tell. Needless to say, his father dragged him back into my presence where he mumbled an apology. That should make him feel pleasant in the morning.

Someone dropped me as a facebook friend that I only left on my list because I figured it was coming. She lives under the paranoid fear that I tell a former friend of hers about her activities. I laugh at this, of course, since that friend usually tells me about her antics before I even have a chance to read her inanities. The next scientific study that I want to conduct goes something like this: "How long will it be until she tries to re-add me because she thinks she can get info from me?"

My brother called me this morning at an earlier hour than I expected. Apparently, both of my brothers went for a ride this morning. Another truck plowed into theirs headfirst. Luckily, they both seem to be relatively okay. They will probably feel it in the morning though.

I also have way too many sweets in my house for my own good. We all know what I am going to do about that though, don't we?