Amygdalia's Blog

I'm in a ranting mood

I've got about ten minutes to get this out before I need to leave the house . . . but it needs out of my head!

So I got an email the other day asking me to donate something for the Gala gift basket for Monkey's class. It's a beach theme, so the woman in charge made a bunch of suggestions. Great! I emailed her back and said I could donate a bottle of bubbly signed by the winemaker. She wrote me back . . . oh someone else already offered a bottle of wine. You can donate anything else on the list. Like . . . a hotel room in Pismo Beach, for example. Or you can just write me a check and I'll buy stuff.

Excuse me . . . single income family still reeling from sticker shock after moving to CA, here. Bought a money pit, daughter going to college in the fall, medical co-pays turn out to be guidelines, every time I turn around I'm being asked for more money for SOMETHING to support the bankrupt public school system for which we already pay taxes. No buses, so second graders got their field trips yanked for the rest of the school year because of the new booster seat law (ummmm . . . I'm willing to provide my kid's booster seat for the purpose of a field trip). Yes . . . I know . . . the state is struggling and the schools are struggling. Her attitude pissed me off. I offered to provide something. I may live in wine country but I don't know how many other SIGNED bottles will be donated. I thought it was pretty cool. Now I'm just pissed and don't feel like donating anything. Bad attitude, Mama. Yeah, I know.