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I wrote up and was all ready to post a rather angry description of what I did today - taser training - but decided that it was not appropriate to put on my blog. As much as the whole thing made me angry about some aspects of my job, I do like my job and I want to keep it. For now. Until something that doesn't involve being expected to know police training - or any training, really - without ever having received it comes along.

Alas, I still feel like ranting today. Let's make a list about what I could rant about!

1. I could rant about how my youngest son is still not doing what he's supposed to do, and how my daughter is now slipping into similar behavior. Maybe if I yelled at her in Russian? Sadly, she knows far more Russian than I do.
2. I could rant about how my should-be-ex-husband insists on coming into my house every time he picks up the kids, even though I think that is clearly violating personal space and I have never stepped one foot into his house. I think I'm going to have to be blunt and ask him to please stay the hell out. Maybe I'll say it more nicely than that. Maybe not.
3. I could rant about how I have about 100 tomatoes and no one else in the family will eat them.
   
4. I could rant about how I always seem to get photo orders on weekends when I have no reason to be driving all the way to Davis County, and yet don't get them on the days when I do have to drive up there.
5. I could rant about how I was informed today that I have to attend a meeting for Nutcracker volunteers which, by the way, happens to be tomorrow at 5:30. No need for advance notice or anything. My life is so boring I welcome the addition to my otherwise-lazy Saturday afternoon. It's not like I had promised to be somewhere else at 5:45 because I had nothing on my schedule. No problem.
6. I could rant about how my daughter is never going to get the bedroom cleaned up. Aren't girls supposed to be tidier than boys? I mean, my boys are slovenly but at least they leave room to walk around most of the time.

I could rant about those things, but instead I think I'll eat pie and play video games until I feel better. It would be in your best interest not to disturb me. I don't have a taser but I do have a whole bunch of tomatoes sitting right here...