So I don't sign my checks this way though I do have to say, writing this way, signs quite a bit of checks for me.
This week in Moira's class, robots are the theme. They read a story about a robot and then had to come up with their own for a presentation today.
The funny thing about this kid is when she has something in her mind's eye and it doesn't come to fruition, the world literally stops spinning just for her. Well this is what she expects anyway. I'm also a full believer in having kids do their own projects. We'll help with glue and toxic paint otherwise, you are totally on your own. This isn't my project. I paid my dues in studio painting those 12 pictures in three days for a years worth of credit. You got learn to live by the gun too. Though with Moira, she totally has her own idea and you better not mess with it.
Rich and I look at each other and wonder where she got this mentality from. "Not me," I say but in truth, yea, she did.
Case in point. I went to a painting birthday party Saturday evening where you get to drink and paint what the instructor paints. The instructor came by and asked if I wanted help with the background and I sadly growled at him. Not because I had been drinking but because like Moira, this shit is mine and don't you dare mess with it.
In the end I'm sure my pride could have taken a hit and he could have messed with the mess but then it wouldn't have been my work, now would it?
I think we all need to be this way in our lives. Own up to your own work, problems, woes, shit and what-not and do it yourself. You then can only be disappointed in yourself. Not others.