Why is it I hate conferences? I like my job and I did get a lot of useful information and I got to see some people I like. And yet....as I sit there I swear to God I feel my soul being sucked out. Maybe it's just that I'm not good in groups. I'm the Brownie drop out, remember? Both my sisters made it to Girl Scouts...not me. Not that I'm proud of that mind you. It just is.
Is this in line with the conundrum of why I hate to go to parties and yet I love GIVING parties. Is that a control thing? Is it just that I felt lost in a sea of middle aged women at this conference? Ha....I just wrote middle waged by mistake...well, that too no doubt...at least for some of us. I sit there and get pissed off because it's roughly 90% women....and I think....but hell...I'd be pissed off it were 90% men too. Does nothing make me happy?
Well, I'm done. And I'm cooking chicken, turnips and collard greens tonight. The boys are less than enthusiastic but damned if I care since one of them just mouthed off to me when I innocently reminded him that he needed to take a shower tonight. Grrr.
But tomorrow? Owen is dressing up as Thurgood Marshall for the Fifth Grade wax museum in honor of Black History Month. There WILL be photos....I promise.