I have a wonderful friend here from Boston and he would like to go to the pervy venues. We are going to BaGG and we plan to hit PE and Edges. I would really like it if lots of people could come with us so I am soliciting the opinions of people as to which nights would be best for PE and Edges.
Come on! It would be fun!
has been cancelled. The venue decided they weren’t willing to take the legal risk. For once I have a fire up my ass about teaching a class so I am going to be hunting around for a venue.
I had a pretty fabulous weekend. Vegas rocked. I felt some constant frustration that I couldn’t stay up late, but that’s how my life goes. (I wake up at 5am most days and pass out by about 9. My internal clock does not appreciate attempts to fuck with the system.) We saw amazing shows and it is really interesting how Noah and I like different things in performances. He is really into the big technical spectacle and I want audience participation and silliness. S’all good. 🙂 For me, once they demonstrate that the stage can move around and do neat stuff I’m impressed for about 2 minutes, then I want to get back to them proving that the actors have talent and are nifty. Yeah I know, your stage moves–so what? But, he loves them moving the stage and blowing fire. I will continue to think Zumanity was the best anyhow. 😉
Holy shit crowded. It was apparently a bad weekend to be there. Though we got to stand very close to Dennis Rodman. I vaguely sort of recognized that he was some famous basketball player–I had to ask an employee of the casino who he was. 🙂
So much happened. I want to tell it all, but I have laundry to do and an evila to pick up from the airport.
My current bitch is that my god damn computer isn’t working. And my email can’t be reached at all. Good thing I have the work laptop as a back up. *sigh*
One of my students drew a picture of me as a super villian and showed other students. The overall reaction has been, “She looks like a dominatrix!” Oh my god.
This from the kid who wears a collar. And apparently she is making copies of the picture and passing it around.
Oh. My. God.
And here’s the link: http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/5313/gibbssupervillainsu9.png
Last night we had an amazingly tasty dinner at The Plumed Horse. It’s a fancy French restaurant in Saratoga. He had the venison, I had the Kobe beef. He talked me into trying foie gras (I think I spelled it right). I had a freakin tasty salad. He seemed to enjoy his chocolate fondant; I worshipped my Grand Marnier souffle. (Spel?) And I don’t know what kind of wine we had, but I enjoyed the hell out of most of the bottle on my own. *grin*
By the time we got home I was absolutely smashed, oh… there was also a very tasty glass of ice wine at the end.
I have decided that I need to stop drinking hard alcohol and become a wino. Hard alcohol makes my tummy hurt and wine doesn’t. 🙂 Yay for smashed and no hangover or tummy ache!
And the after party at our house… damn. *happy sigh* I loves my husband.
So today I am drowsy and very mellow and happy. It’ll be a good day.
In my career I see messloads of emphasis on V-Day. ASB makes messloads of money off of bringing around balloons, candy, cards, etc. One of the kids gave me a cute little card. It says, “Hope your day is a big hit!” with a picture of Scooby Doo. 🙂 He asked me to be his Valentine too. I found that quite adorable. I specifically did not give him a hug afterwards though cause if he does have a crush encouraging it would be bad.
We are going out to dinner and that will be fun. It’s kind of weird to look at expectations. I don’t really want much attention paid to it, but at the same time I feel weird knowing that not much attention is going to be paid to it. I feel like there is some deeper badness implied by mostly ignoring it. But I also know that if i had given one second of hint that I wanted Noah to pay attention to it he would have gone way overboard in standard Noah fashion.
He actually made dinner reservations without my knowledge or input. He did take initiative. Noah is sweet and wonderful. Ok, no stupid angsty shit over the fact that I’m not getting balloons. 🙂
And rbus: the history of Ted is simple. Tom gave me Ted for our first Valentine’s together. I teased him that he bought it at the grocery store on the way home because he realized, “Oh shit… I didn’t do anything for Valentine’s” and he said that wasn’t true. At this point I believe him. It’s all weird. Ted became my constant companion for sleeping basically immediately. I keep him with me for sleeping with such intensity that he has gone on almost every single trip I have been on since then. I had Edmund for a long time–he was another bear that Tom and I had together. Eventually Edmund went to live with a nice girl who really needed a bear to love. Edmund went on a few trips Ted didn’t for a variety of reasons. Edmund went to Ireland by himself because I left Ted on my boyfriend’s bed on my way to the airport. 🙁 That was sad.
But! It’s been a great few years!
It is interesting to me to see who I want in my life and who I don’t. It is interesting to me to see what kinds of arguments I get in. I got into an argument about home schooling on Sunday. I have a serious issue with the people who believe that the only way to get proper socialization is to be forced to go to school. I happen to believe that school is a hostile environment and one I don’t think is beneficial to very many people. Ok, you disagree. Well… uhm, go you? Glad you fit in then.
I had an epiphany yesterday while reading the book Undefended Love my adopted mommy gave me. Maybe–just maybe I am not bad. It’s a very weird/disorienting/hard thought. But I’m going with it. It has been hard to stay present with it while going through some unpleasant interactions, but it’s going ok.
Hard therapy conversation. I told her stuff about my dad. I think I am going to journal it soon. It’s hard to be really honest and up front about some of it. I’m not sure if the stuff my dad did was worse or easier than the stuff strangers did.
I’m still not over him, and that is hard sometimes. I am trying to move past it, but it is not the easiest thing I have ever done. I grew up with him. He was my Daddy. (If you don’t know who I am talking about, don’t worry about it.)
I got bit by a spider. My arm hurts less than it did, but my forearm still hurts. I still have very little ability to grip with my hand. My stomach hurts, but my stomach almost always hurts so I’m not going to attribute it. I’m alternating being hot enough to sweat and feeling chilly. This seems bad. Apparently me being hurt is cause for some people to laugh. I will remember that.
Noah overwhelms me with how amazing he is sometimes. And sometimes I am reminded that he is a human boy and not totally perfect. That’s hard sometimes.
K L G:
The California Commission on Teacher Credentialing on 2/9/2007 issued you the following document:
Preliminary Single Subject Teaching Credential
Document Number: 070131600
Issuance Date: 02/06/2007
Expiration Date: 03/01/2012
Authorized Subjects: English
w00t!
Today is a wacky day. I don’t have “wacky” days very often. Kids are in massive trouble left and right way over my head. One of my girls has a warrant out for her arrest. 🙁 I’m sad that I sent her to the office right before the parole officer arrived to pick her up. I wish I had told her to run. People calling my class to interrupt and find out if I still have oranges. WTF PEOPLE!!! I’M BLOODY TEACHING!!! Then, when I come in from dealing with drama with a kid outside the class turns into, “Are you pregnant?” “No. I’m not pregnant, I’m fat. Get over it.” “Are you sure? You look pregnant.” !!! WTF!!! And I responded (very loudly) “I am NOT PREGNANT.” I said this loud enough that the teacher in the next room thought it would be funny to call and say, “My class would like to know if you are pregnant.” This is my buddy. I hung up the phone and yelled, “I hate you!” His room busted out laughing.
I think my phone rang a total of 6 times in one period. The kids never shut up. I finally made the biggest talker take a lap. They so got on my nerves. And settling down into 7th period has been a nightmare. I am so keyed up.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
And now Marcie thinks it’s funny to ask me if I am pregnant. NOT FUNNY.
Pryankster list just received:
Good news! Just heard from Sara, and apparently the surgery went well. She’s out
of recovery and in a room, and when I spoke with her they were just bringing her
some juice. They want to keep her there until she’s eaten and passed a meal, so it
may be a day or two. She’s on pain medication from the surgery, and sleeping quite
a bit, so the hospital policy is to block incoming phone calls for 24 hours after
surgery. She’ll be able to take calls starting tomorrow morning.
Visitors are allowed, however, and visiting hours end at 9:00 tonight.
The hospital’s phone number is (510) 537-1234, and she’s in room 2404.
(If you don’t know who this is talking about, don’t worry about. Pryanksters–pass it on.)
Yay!
Last night we had therapy. It is interesting to go with Noah. Cause that means all sorts of stuff is coming up which doesn’t usually. It’s scarier than usual. It’s also interesting becasue I know that a lot of my “turning inward” stuff never comes up in therapy but this therapist has already seen it more than once. It’s… disconcerting.
Boot camp is kicking my ass. I need to start taking the stomach medicine before I go because I’m in serious pain and I want to puke before it is over. 🙁 But I kept going through the whole thing even though I was doing it very slowly. My whole body hurts. I am so fried. And three more days this week… *sigh*
I get to run off for more dental appointment crap today. I’m not really looking forward to this. But… has to be done.
And tonight is a Pryankster pryactice in the south bay so I’m going to do my best to go. I’m wondering if I will be physically able to move, but I’ll try! I’m terribly GGG.
Now I will go back to watching Toy Story with the few remaining kids in my Comp and Lit class. (The sophmores are off taking the exit exam.)
I got to see several friends I haven’t seen in a while. That was nice. I also got to go rock climbing! It was totally fun even though I suck. 🙂 Would anyone be interested in going with me again? I promise that next time I will make sure I get a belay class so you aren’t stuck bouldering. 🙂
Much yummy snuggly time on Sunday. Mmmmm. I loves my husband. Along with a bit of “processing.” I’m tired of processing. *sigh* I need to work on being less crazy though, so I’ll keep it up.
This morning started at 5am. I rolled my ass out of bed and went to boot camp. I kept the very out of shape and heavy older woman company as we walked and occasionally sorta half-jogged around the track. I didn’t keep her company to be nice, I did it cause I am that freakin out of shape. heh But, I feel alright. My back is a bit wonky but that’s ok.
How does one be positive? I try so hard and yet… I don’t know. I can’t seem to manage it in an ongoing fashion.
And: I am often in the car between 3:30ish and 6-ish very bored. Who likes talking on the phone? I have this phobia of calling anyone because so many of my friends are passionately anti-phone but surely I am not the only one who likes talking to people on the phone…
Or just attend their show… http://www.kinkysalon.com/WetSpots.html
I have tickets. 🙂
I got into it just a little with a guy at work. I was talking in the lounge and I said “Oh my god!….” then continued on and someone who wasn’t even in the conversation interrupted. He said, “Your God? Don’t you mean OUR God?” My response? “No. He’s mine. I don’t share.” Then I turned around and continued my conversation. Did I mention that he runs the Christian club and has a stick the size of a redwood up his ass?
HA!
I have now had official confirmation that the school deliberately places 504 and IEP kids in my class. There is (apparently) already a very firm official position that I am remarkably helpful and willing to work with kids who have issues. I feel really good about this. It makes me happy that the kids feel like they are having an unprecedented amount of success and so do their parents. This rocks so hard because *no one* thinks my class is easy. The kids who took this class because it is “easier than AP” acknowledge that the workload is quite sophisticated and difficult and they are having to work really hard for their A.
Wow. This feeling so rocks.
Which is caused by a strongly developed Super Ego which began forming after the full on Oedipal stage which… Ok. Too much teaching Freud this week.
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Looks like I am teaching self-bondage for Janus on the 20th of February. Ah shit. What am I going to present?!
Some days I allow myself to get too upset about the racism and hopelessness of my 2nd period. I get really tired of them telling me how they have nothing to look forward to other than a career in drug dealing. I get so angry.
This was a bad day to end up subbing on my prep.
And as a result, this morning… I just have to piss on some peoples Cheerios. Sorry. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you.