Just got an email from our friend TJ here in Florida. It was a link to some old Norman Rockwell paintings and one from 1953 reminded me of my youngest daughter Toni when she was in Jr. High. Now, she's approaching 47 which makes it even more amusing....to me at least.
Back in Jr. High, she was quite active and a very attractive girl....according to the neighborhood suitors. One day, I get a call from the Principal who happened to be the Ass't. Principal I taught under a number of years prior. It seems Toni had a confrontation with another girl, actually the other girl had confronted Toni and it was all over the other girl's supposed boyfriend. She accused Toni of trying to "steal" her boyfriend and was ready to fight for her man. Toni's response was something along the lines of "you're so fat and ugly, any guy you'd attract would be too ugly for my taste." That went over like a fart in church and the girl decided it was time to throw down on Toni. That's when Toni apparently brought things to a halt.
The call from her Principal, who was still laughing about it, first informed me of the confrontation that had taken place. I asked what he'd like me to do with Toni, he asked only one thing of me: Ask Toni that next time she's attacked by an overzealous girl re. her boyfriend, please don't just pick her up in a fireman's carry then stroll into my office and dump her bodily on my desk. Then leave. My reaction....."huh, what happened now?"
It seems the other girl got pushy, didn't listen to the warnings of others, and Toni got tired of it. So, she simply grabbed the other girl in a fireman's carry and walked into the Principal's office and did actually dump her on his desk. Toni did get some detention for some loose adjectives tossed in the other girl's direction while still in the office. Again, it was something to the effect of; "tell that fat bitch to leave me alone." Her Principal and I had a good laugh over it, he said the only problem he had with it was it really messed up the papers on his desk. And the girl's screaming at Toni as she walked down the hall with her kinda interrupted some classes.
Here's the Norman Rockwell painting that brought back some memories.

And here's my Toni last summer on a lake in Wisconsin where they have a large RV parked on their lot. What I find amusing is when her 16 yr. old son tries to wrestle with her, he can't get the best of her.
