Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


An open letter

To the stupid mom who almost ran me over in the school parking lot this morning:

In the grand scheme of life, your child being tardy to school is not worth the money you will be paying to repair my car by speeding around a corner and almost driving right into my car as I'm backing out of the parking lot. Your children will surely be late to school if we're having to spend time in the parking lot exchanging insurance information. Plus, it might be embarrassing to you and upsetting to your children and mine if I had to beat your ass down right there for being a stupid dried up bitch who is too stupid to either leave your house on time or drive with some modicum of safety while in a parking lot where children may be walking unattended.

In the future, if I see your stupid ass coming in the parking lot, I will stay as far away from you as I can since you are too stupid to drive with any good sense.

I weep for your children and feel assured that I'll see your stupid face and broken car in the newspaper at some point for killing your entire family by driving like an idiot.

A mom who actually gives a shit about her kids and won't endanger them just so they won't be tardy


  • At 12:16 PM, December 06, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    "...if I had to beat your ass down right there for being a stupid dried up bitch who is to stupid to either leave your house on time ..."

    This is horrible and so much for reading what I thought was a sort of sweet blog about a slice of suberbia.

    Women are just down right mean and have no empathy for each other. No she didn't hit you but I bet she was sorry that she came close but do your children know you regard other woman as "dried up bitches?" How come women are like this ....sad and what you must think of people that have certain symptoms of certain medical conditions or what about women that miscarriage.

    To you, I'd be a dried up freak of nature. Anyway my sister -in-law said she was sorry for almost hitting you and her world isn't as fortunate as yours. Maybe instead of degrading other women a suggestion to the school to send home please watch your speed in the parking lot might help?

    You can delete this comment but geeeez you are one of the reasons I don't relate to other women .... Ok, I'm scared of them.

    Maybe a hey Hon ....hey speed racer how you doing? instead of calling her a "dried up bitch" or "stupid" Maybe her world is falling apart and that is why the racing around? maybe extending a friendship and then she might feel comfortable and have pride to slow do because of inner ownership and feeling of belonging at the school instead of having the sense that other mothers call her names as she slips down even farther. Maybe she was rushing to drop the kids off and get to her second job? Manying people work two jobs or odd hours at one and there isn't enough time and we do rush. We are sorry. I would like to be you even if just for one day.

  • At 2:05 PM, December 06, 2006, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    I find it interesting that you assume to know who I'm talking about. And, just so you know, I didn't call her a name to her face, I didn't make any obscene finger gestures ... I'm venting about it on my goofy little blog instead of to her. Do you REALLY think someone who would drive like that in a school parking lot would really relate well to me encouraging her to slow down? I don't.

    And, I'm glad you envy my life. I think I have it pretty darn good, too. But, just so you know, I work from home and my husband works side jobs so we can have our comfortable life. It still does not excuse driving dangerously.

    And, I find it really strange that somehow you think I am judgmental of miscarriages and disease. Where did THAT come from? If you would like to know, I'm a cancer survivor and the mother of a child with a learning disorder and birth defect. I don't see how you think I'm some sort of calloused person simply because I vented that someone drove dangerously in a school parking lot. And, they send home notes like you suggested routinely and it doesn't make any difference. I'm guessing if your sister-in-law was this person in question, she'd have received these notes just like the rest of us. Apparently, it didn't do her any good. These people can't follow the instructions of teachers standing in the driveway telling them where to pull up to, etc. so I highly doubt that a suggestion to slow down would make a difference.

    Oh, and as an afterthought, the woman in question didn't look like she was "sorry" for almost hitting me when I was able to pull out and glanced over in that direction while mumbling under my breath. She actually looked, to me, like she was smiling.

    And, lastly, if she were in a hurry to get to a job, she could have pulled her children up to the curb and let them out instead of speeding into the parking lot and parking. It would have gotten her to her job a lot quicker.

    I'm thinking I hit a chord with Anonymous. Maybe a guilty conscious for doing the same thing?

  • At 3:16 PM, December 06, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I was really just surprised that you would refer to another woman as a "dried up stupid bitch"

    I shouldn't assume that you wouldn't say things like that ...I don't get women and I'm pretty much scared of other women.

    No, I'm not guilty of the same thing because I don't have children and that has to do with the CAH that I have like your child, the cancer that I had, and also the thyroid condition.

    I know that I've done things and people have extended to me a branch of hey, I've been there and hang made all the difference.

    I don't get why women are mean but I do know what it to be looked down upon by women and really for the CAH. people just give you that look and venom.

    I put on the big smile of please forgive me and I die inside feeling more distant from being a part of society.

    The first post was the surprise of the degrading way you thought of her geeez "dried up bitch..." I would be a dried up freaky bitch then hummm but the ones that helped were the ones that went heyyy would you like to get some coffee some day? i mean if one is speeding in a school area then life might be slipping down and support of one another is awesome.

    As for the papers that go home with the stop speeding? maybe an approach of pictures of kids that died in school related speeding accidents might help?

    Where I live the local police are at every school in the mornings to help with traffic and the school zones flash 15 mph only - it's something like a 250 fine going through those zones and nope I don't speed but just really surprised at the words you wrote about the other lady and no : ) it wasn't my sister-in- law but it might of been and she just moved to your area.

    I like your blog and it would be nice to be you even if it was just for one day.

    I work odd hours and sometimes rush to get my perscription of hydrocortisone and synthroid - this one time I had the biggest headache in the world becuase I was skipping some doses and here I was rushing to the pharmacy. I'm sure that someone said a few choice words about me or could of.

    I know you are venting but was really shocked at the choice of words for another woman ..that's all. You could probly drink me under the table and take on any guy in a bar fight.

  • At 5:06 PM, December 06, 2006, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    I vent on here so as NOT to say those things to an actual person. :) I know what it is like to be in a rush, trust me, but there are just some places where you CAN'T drive like that. Schools being one of them.

    I think if you asked most people, I am a pretty nice gal who goes out of her way to be kind to others. Just because I cuss and fuss in a written online journal doesn't mean I'm not a nice person to others. I know it may be a shocker. ;) And, I am kind to other people (one reason I vent here instead of fussing at that gal in the parking lot).

    We all have crap in our lives that others don't know about and I've been on both sides of the issue where people have judged me prematurely because of one instance and where I've jumped the gun on others. It is life. Unfortunately, I learned (around age 17) that life isn't fair and won't ever be fair. The sooner we learn it and deal with it, the better. I still get the green-eyed monster, but I try not to. I try to be content with what life has dealt me and I say a little prayer of thanks that God hasn't challenged me with any more than he has.

    And, I don't think I can out-drink too many people any more. The whole mom thing has kept me out of doing too much celebrating in a long time. And, as far as a bar fight ... well, I may be more talk than action. ;) I just speak my mind and clearly it gets me in trouble more often than not.

  • At 5:44 PM, December 06, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    The song/word that are something like "it would good to be you only if it just was for one day" I think was from the Pretty in Pink sound track circa 1988? I though just maybe that my first two post could show you another way of looking at something that probly is going to happen again and again.

    Menopause from the radiation and chemo actually made me even more mellow/saved my life but sigh made the CAH nerve cutting surgeries even worse...dried and tightened an area even more. I just thought that maybe my posts would show a different way to look at women instead of calling them names and I wanted to share that with you. Peace, Happy Holidays

  • At 6:05 PM, December 06, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    See, that's why I'm here your blog is an addiction and we all different types of people.

    Nope, Life isn't fair and I've been sliced and diced to fit into it. It's amazing how many medical students they can fit into room with a little kid too : ( I can write that to you and you would be fine with that your not going to burst into tears or say I scare you but it's your world and the lady that almost ran you over world and I'm just living in it.

    You: ) who would swear and make a trucker blush but when or if I or other women with CAH swear it's such a whip t dooo. Are you sure you don't have some form of CAH? and another reason I do like your blog is that your little kid is an artist. I Knew a lady with CAH that was in med school but the thing she liked the best was playing guitar in a band.

    I don't know if you know who I am but you can delete all this : ) I do have relatives that moved to Grapvine but we aren't that close.

  • At 6:23 PM, December 06, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I guess I thought if you could talk to her then you wouldn't want to call her names and less stress Hey "JoAnne" ....Hey " Kelly" not get out of the way .."Bitch" ya know...maybe she has hyperthyroid and that might account for what she did. I've posted to much. You can delete it. I won't darken your blog again.

  • At 9:17 PM, December 06, 2006, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    You are more than welcome to come to the blog and vent any time you want to. There is nothing wrong with that. Different points of view are part of what makes the world go around! And, you'll probably laugh, but I don't even know what the woman's car looks like, so I won't even know if she is tailgating me again in the morning! :) It really wasn't that big of a deal, I just wanted to vent right after it happened. Apparently, my words carry a lot more weight with others than it does with me.

    I'm sorry that you've had to go through all those surgeries and that my words (which weren't meant in THAT way, in the least - I tend to use "dried up" as a way to describe old or heartless) caused you to take them personally. I thank God pretty regularly that my daughter didn't get CAH and that it was my boy who has it. It is a lot easier for a boy than a girl! No doubt about that.

    And, I have often wondered if being a carrier of the CAH gene made me more of a tomboy because I have a lot of traits that are more typical of a man than a woman, i.e. the love of sports, etc.

    Grapevine is a nice community.

    Don't worry about your comments.


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