Got Your Goat

All my family and FB friends know by now that I actually did get 2 kids Monday. The black one with white dots is a month old and I named her Dottie Belle. The mostly white one is only 2 weeks old and her name is Gypsy Zoli in spite of the fact that I put on Facebook that her name is Ginger. I will explain that later.
According to one source, the term Got your goat comes from horse racing in the early 20th century. Thorough bred race horses tend to be very high strung animals. So it was a practice to put a goat beside each horse to calm it down. If an opponent wanted to increase his odds of winning, he would steal the other one's goat. Got your goat!
In our terms it means to annoy.
Well, I have become rather annoyed by at least a couple of board members on numerous occasions. Hence, I named my cute little baby goats after them. Yes Dottie Bell is a fellow board member. I waited 2 weeks on a brown goat to give birth to a brown kid so I could name it Ginger (the other board member), but she had 2 black ones instead. I ended up getting a cute little white one with a black face and black legs. I just finished reading Zoli, a book about a gypsy, so Gypsy Zoli became the name of that goat.
When I am sitting through a board meeting and one of those board members begin to annoy me, I calm myself down and smile at the thought of my cute little goats going bah, bah, bah.
Yes, I have a devilish passive aggressive side. A friend said it is like the donkey braying ring tone she assigned to her husband's ex-wife's number. Yes, much like that. It gives you something to enjoy about the moment.

A Thong

Obviously, I am not following a plan for topics about which I will blog. I would never have dreamed of writing about a thong-plleeease.. This must be my very A type personality trying to be spontaneous.

Alright after sleeping on the visual that I shared last night with my new best bud, the waiter at Superior Bar and Grill, I realize that I was wrong about the girl in the short shirt not wearing underwear. I bet she had on a thong. It was just tucked out of sight. That is what is wrong about one generation making an assumption concerning another generation.
Note to self: I must be more careful now that I have been enlightened.

But that leads me to a funny School Board story. Most of the things I could and will likely write about the School Board will not have a shred of humor in them; instead they will be in the horror genre. But this story is too funny.
A lovely school board member from my mom's generation shared that she had a concern. She had visited several of the schools and she was appalled by the teachers' dress. First understand that this school board member had been on the list of the top 10 best dressed ladies in our city. She is always dressed to the 9s. She wanted the staff and Board to review and possibly update the professional dress code and one thing in particular she wanted to address was that teachers should not wear thongs. She wanted it to be made clear that thongs were not appropriate at school. The expressions on the male school board members' faces will always be one of the most memorable moments of my school board career. No one said a word in public, but you just knew what they were thinking. The senior board member with the concern had no idea what the rest of us thought she was referring to. Later in the conference room, out of the public's ear, one fellow asked "Just how are we to check to see if teachers are following the No Thong rule?" Our senior board lady finally said she was referring to those flip-flop type sandals they were all wearing. It was a great laugh at a generation gap moment. Same word different apparel.