tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410199809757251187.post6233877752510307813..comments2008-03-12T00:03:13.375-04:00nellnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410199809757251187.post-91672721480591513642008-03-12T00:03:00.000-04:002008-03-12T00:03:00.000-04:00I know exactly what you mean.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01472486650115997239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410199809757251187.post-40953655239557592772008-03-09T19:32:00.000-04:002008-03-09T19:32:00.000-04:00I loved the last paragraph of this. These people always intrigue me. I wonder about their motivations. And then when I'm done wondering, I just want to kick their ass (I don't of course, but god how this crap irritates me).andihttp://pootandcubby.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410199809757251187.post-70477920824640942382008-03-08T09:56:00.000-05:002008-03-08T09:56:00.000-05:00Thank you for reminding me why I will never belong to any parent/teacher group ever. I think there are women like this in every group in existance. I'm not a writer though so I don't find them interesting. I just find them irritating. You are a far kinder soul than I am.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13170131429639166827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410199809757251187.post-30461564113165689092008-03-07T14:10:00.000-05:002008-03-07T14:10:00.000-05:00Somehow your events sound eerily familiar, only replace your PTO with my old play group. <BR/><BR/>Perhaps the woman feels spread too thin and snapped? Or under-appreciated for her work? <BR/><BR/>Perhaps the woman took the stuff to the principal not to tell on the other, but hoping maybe he/she could mediate and salvage the board before it fell apart? <BR/><BR/>But that's me talking out of my butt because I'm not writer. <BR/><BR/>Yes, I think we're all crazy. The ones who are smack in the middle of the drama are just as crazy as the ones who are detached. :-PQueen of Shake-Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455637064686856773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410199809757251187.post-45893698134872735962008-03-07T13:08:00.000-05:002008-03-07T13:08:00.000-05:00I am so sad for what she is going through, but like you, the writer in me questions. I do this all of the time. With the rude and obviously unhappy woman at the super market yesterday, or the strangely dark woman walking the main street walk every thursday afternoon... <BR/><BR/>But I am sorry to hear this is such a stressful ordeal...Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09505420894898738638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410199809757251187.post-72204064094406480932008-03-07T10:20:00.000-05:002008-03-07T10:20:00.000-05:00Now who's the crazy one? Oh wait. I always knew you were crazy. Never mind.nellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02006026922416983261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410199809757251187.post-13796134004801921852008-03-07T10:12:00.000-05:002008-03-07T10:12:00.000-05:00I'm definitely showing this blog entry to both to both the President and the Vice President, AND that woman who sent their mail to you, AND to the Principal.<BR/>So there!<BR/><BR/>DadCiaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08551782203355165567noreply@blogger.com