WTF?

Sluts Songs are on Heavy Rotation

A real malaya is on the prowl.
(Purrrrrrr!)

What curse word do you use the most? Curse word? Who talks like that? Ok, since you've backed me into a corner, it's probably f@#k: the worst word ever (according to my mom).

Do you own an iPod? I own a little Shuffle that I love.

Who on your Myspace “Top 8” do you talk to the most? Nicole Gail. I live with the bitch.

What time is your alarm clock set for? 5:30am because I want to get up and go for an early-morning job. The reality is that I usually do not get my bootay off the sofa (I sold my bed already) until 6:30.

What color is your room? It is a sterile cream. Every room in the effin' place is the same color. How boring is that?

Flip flops or sneakers? I'm pretty opposed to flip-flops unless I'm using a public shower or at the beach.

Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture? Be in the picture. Super Model Documentary Hour!!!

What was the last movie you watched? I'm proudly ashamed to admit that it was South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut. I wish I could say it was Reefer Madness, my present favorite.

Do any of your friends have children? Of course. Everyone is popping out babies.

Has anyone ever called you lazy? I've never heard anyone call me that. (Nicole, calling me that now does not count.)

Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster? Hell no! I HATE MEDICINE!!!

What CD is currently in your CD player? I don't own a CD player anymore. My Slut Songs playlist is currently being played.

Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? I prefer my milk like my lovers.

Has anyone told you a secret this week? Yes. Shocking.

Have you ever given someone a hickey? No. Hickeys are really gross.

Who was the last person to call you? The director of my school. (No, Nicole, calling me now as I type does not count.)

Do you think people talk about you behind your back? Absolutely. It's karma. I would not expect anything less.

Did you watch cartoons as a child? Yes. They profoundly influenced my development.

How many siblings do you have? Five.

Are you shy around the opposite sex? No.

What movie do you know every line to? Little Shop of Horrors, Rent, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Pike isn't a name. It's a fish).

Do you own any band t-shirts? I'm not into that BS.

What is your favorite salad dressing? I'm not inot that BS either. I prefer a nice sqeeze of lemon or lime.

Do you read for fun? Yes. However, I do it in spurts. Right now I'm in a slump.

Do you cry a lot? I never cry. I wish I did. I really need to. I think I'd feel better if I were to have a good cry. I try to make myself cry sometime, but I've not been successful.

Who was the last person to text message you? Kyazze.

Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop? Laptop. I <3 my Mac.

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo? I'm always wanting a piercing or tattoo.

What is the weather like? Windy and cool. That is surprising. Yesterday was the coolest day for me yet in American Samoa.

Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos? Like every inch covered? Probably not. Not sexy. Lots of tattoos that are just black (I hate colored tattoos) that are well done on a nice body? Sho' nuff would.

Is sex before marriage wrong? Supercalafragalisticexbealadocious.

When was the last time you slept on the floor? August 2005. I moved into a new apartment before I bought a bed.

How many hours of sleep do you need to function? I usually get between five and six.

Are you in love or lust? LOVE!.

Are your days full and fast-paced? In American Samoa? Are you kidding me? Hopefully that will all end in a couple of weeks.

Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? Usually. I really look at percentage of calories from fat.

How old will you be turning on your next birthday? 31.

Are you picky about spelling and grammar? I would not say "picky." That would leave me wide open for hypocrisy and criticisim. I appreciate the craft of good grammar, and I try abide by the rules I know. I, however, believe that style is more important than being gramatically correct. My high school business teacher said it best, "Write to express not impress."

Have you ever been to Six Flags? Yes. Several times. The Georgia Cyclone is my favorite roller coaster anywhere.

Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? My best friends have always been female.

Do you like Cottage Cheese? I don't dislike it, but I don't remember ever buying it.

Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back? It depends. I'm a switch sleeper.

Have you ever bid for something on eBay? Yes. I used to do it more in the late 90's.

Do you enjoy giving hugs? "Drugs are better than hugs"--Karen Walker. I've learned to appreciate a good hug. I used to shy away from them, but I actually look forward to them now, especially from my mother and best friends.

What song did you last sing out loud? Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland. I've got my Slut Songs playist going on iTunes.

What is your favorite TV show? Veronica Mars.

Which celebrity dead or alive would you want to have lunch with? Drew Barrymore. I <3 her.

Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? When I told my employer last November that I was going to end my contract five months early to take a job in Uganda. I ended up staying. My contract ends in one week from today! I will be taking the position in Uganda; they held it for me.

What one thing do you wish you had? Less body hair? I don't know!

Favourite lyrics? It takes two to make a thing go right. It takes two to make it out of site. Of songs from both Seduction and Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock.

Multi-Talented
Me.

Yes, I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none. I can do sooooooo many things, but I don't do much very well. I've studied five languages, but I'd only say I speak two of them really well. One of them kinda well. I could get by with two of them if I were ever stranded in the country (or area of a country) where they are spoken. I've worked in diverse sectors like education, community development, customer care, and sales. I know tidbits of information about almost every subject. In the past ten years, I've lived in South America for two years, North American for four years, Africa for three years, and a Pacific Island for almost one year. My university transcript is a hodgepodge of courses of various subject areas from massage therapy to genetics of epilepsy. (Yes, I did finish a degree.) I pride myself on being well-rouned, but when it comes down to it, I don't know much about anything. Once in a job interview, the interviewer looked at my résumé and said, "You are too across the board." He advised me to focus on something. I've tried to do that. I really have. I cannot count the times I pick something I was going to focus on and become the world expert on it. If I ever began my pursuit to expert, it ended as soon as I found something better to do. That said, there are areas in which I excel. (Ya know what I mean. No complaints so far.) Let's add weaving palm fronts together to make a plate to my list of things I can do. . .


. . . sort of.

Good Lord!


The rubbish you can find on the net these days.
Scary. Very Scary.


The thought of my hand on the back of Tom Cruise's head... is that bad.

Katie Holmes's dress color does not look good on me.

All around, I'd say this is not a flattering photo. I'm appalled.

My dear roommate and friend, Nicole, appears to have:

a) too much time on her hands

b) an unhealthy obsession with Tom Cruise

and

c) no fashion sense.

(Click on links for proof of allegations.)

Yes, my friends, it appears that I'm Tom's new brainwashed bitch. I swear to you though, no matter how much medication they put me on, I will not have his baby. Or L. Ron Hubbard's for that matter. No. No. NO.


In other news...

He's got a


ticket to ride II

Ok, so I did not know that my friend, with whom I'll be visiting, did not live on Oahu, but Maui. (Yeah, yeah. I know.) I had to buy an additional ticket. Now, my friends, I'll be heading to Maui on the 9th of June. Yay!!! I'm going to spend a long weekend there, and then it's off to Florida on the 12th. Woe is me. Life is so difficult.

"Natalie Maines is

one of those

people born

middle

finger

first."


"Just so you know, we're ashamed the President of the United States is from Texas," Maines 2003.

"I apologized for disrespecting the office of the president [in 2003]. But I don't feel that way anymore. I don't feel he is owed any respect whatsoever," Maines 2006.



Out 23rd May, y'all!

MELANCHOLY
That's my mood y'all

This has been a very pensive Sunday. It has been quite painful, physically and emotionally. I've had so many thoughts flying around my head, and at the same time, I've been suffering from a migraine for the past two days. My ass has been planted on the sofa for two days now, and I've slept more the past two days than I did the past week. The headaches left me feeling nauseated. I've also been frustrated because there was so much that I wanted to get done, but not having my eyes closed or my head pressed against the arm of the sofa would bring back the pain and sick feeling. Blah.

I got an email from my friend Leana today. I've not heard from here in a little over a year. She's in Lisbon right not. (I wish I were in Lisbon right now.) This has been a very tough year for her. She is an amazing woman with many talents, everyone is her friend, and she makes amazing cakes. (I love cake.) He world was turned upside down a couple of years ago, and it keeps flipping. She definitely is not where she ever planned to be at this point in her life. Her email did not sound so happy, and I really wish there were something I could do for her; however, I'm on an island in the South Pacific, and she is on the Iberian peninsula. My options are limited. I'll send her some positive thoughts now and a email later.

I also watched episode 20 of this season's Will & Grace. (Remember we get everything late down here.) It was the episode that they have Will's father's funeral. Season eight has not been the best one for Will & Grace, but there have been some great episodes, and this was one of them. It sucks to have someone close to you died. It really sucks to have someone close to you die when the last time you saw him, you said something unkind to him. There was a religious ad campaign on television back in the 80's that said, "If you love them, tell them." It was too corny for me at the time, but as I've gotten older and spent more and more time away from people whom I love very much, I've come to appreciate the importance of that simple message.

The month of May has come to be a time of change in my life. Big life changes have happened to me in May. Big (huge) and not always good. Sometimes really bad (awful). Maybe I should learn more about astrology and find out why this month holds so much significance to me. Maybe it's just coincidence

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Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

(April 20, 1951 – July 1, 2005)

Today my mood is Pink

I cannot say that I've ever been a huge Pink fan. I can sing along to most of her songs, and she can definitely get my bootay on the dance floor. However, I don't own any of her music. (Her first cd, Can't Take Me Home, was pretty good. But the cover art? When I saw it, I swore to myself that I would never contaminate my cd collection with anything so ridiculous. Yeah, I judge books by their covers too.)

I don't usually use my blog as a political platform. I don't rant about being a heartless conservative nor a tree-hugging liberal. I don't recall if I've ever addressed any specific issues on my blog; however, I do not suffer from lack of opinion. Maybe I will post a diatribe one day if the mood hits me, but that's not my mood nor the mood of my blog today.

Anyone who has personally spoken to me and has taken the time to get to know me even a little knows about my hopes, my frustrations and my fears. I'm a simple fella with a lot on his mind.

All that said, I'm going to bring both Pink and politics to my blog, Pinkpolitics. (Humor me.) I think that she is right on with this one, and it's a pretty good song.

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pay the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

This my friends...

is a plane ticket!!!

(At least it is the receipt for my e-ticket to Hawaii. Just as good.)

Nicole picked it up for me from the travel agent. International flights only leave the island two nights per week, Thursday and Sunday. Hawaiian Air is the only carrier. This means they can charge whatever the hell they want and treat their passengers however the hell they please. We have no choice but to fly with them. I guess because American Samoa is only a US Territory, they can treat it as either a domestic or international destination depending on which is more convenient for them. When it comes to the baggage allowance, they treat it like a domestic destination, and passengers are only allowed 50 pounds per piece of luggage. However, if you want to book a one-way flight on-line, good luck. American Samoa is considered an "international destination" for that, so on-line booking is not allowed: hence the travel agent mentioned above.

The good news is I'm leaving this island on the 8th of June, only 21 days from the time of this entry! I'm still trying to work out my plans for what I'm going to do once I reach Hawaii. Right now, the idea is to fly on over to Maui to visit a friend I've not seen in y.e.a.r.s. We've kept in touch with the occasional email, but it will be so fantastic to sit and talk with him face to face. We were housemates my freshman year at university way back in 1994. He was a tremendous friend who positively influenced me and helped me have a great first-year experience at FSU. It is funny the people we end up maintaining contact with and those who drift away.

I'm so ready to jump ship. Right now.

Wrap it up!

"Kick coin slot

dryness

to the curb!"




Hey! How'd that get there?

The side of my coin slot got a little graffitied last night. I've toyed with the idea of a tattoo for years, and I've gone back and forth. I remember very distinctly making the decision one after noon in 1997 as I cut across the field by the Leach Center at FSU campus to never get a tattoo. I am not the same person I was in 1997 in many ways. I'm quite more fond of the me now.

I love the Samoan tattoo designs. Getting a tattoo was something that I really wanted to do before I left. I put it off and put it off until I had to make a decision. I'm glad I finally did it. I like it a lot. My mom is going to cry when she sees this. (I love you!) I designed it myself. I wanted a sun (U r my Sunshine!) with triangle rays. (When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin and say: "The sun'll come out tomorrow, so you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow come what may...") I told the artist to just "Do yo' thang!" in the center, make it Samoan. It is b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l. What is not beautiful is the hair I have grown at the base of my back.

(Back hair = Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!)

GROSS! I've never really paid attention to that area. I really need to wax.

I can be such a baby sometimes. Just ask Celeste. Just asked the guy who gave me the tattoo. (By the way, when I said that "I told him..." to do something, I mean that I communicated it the best way I could. He really did not speak English, and I know no Samoan.) They laughed and laughed. No, I did not cry and cry or scream, moan or groan while being tattooed. I did however tell him to turn off the machine every time he switched it on, and I could hear it whirr. It was on and off three times. I had no idea what it would feel like, and I expected the worst, and hearing the motor scared the @#$% out of me. When I finally took in a deep breath and let him go, it was not that bad, just irritating.

Of course, now I'm paranoid of doing something wrong with caring for it as it heals and it looking like poo. I'm doing what I can and taking advice from those in the know. Getting it done was like lifting a weight off of my shoulders. I'm very happy.


Peace out coin slot dryness!

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Lazy Lilly

I cannot have another week like last week. I just could not make myself log into blogger and post. It was not that I was uninspired. I had so many things going round in my head that needed to come out, but I just did not have the motivation to spill. I don't like to miss a day without posting, and I'm sure that on lazy days I could just post the results to yet another quiz (which I'll do later), but I don't want my blog to turn into that. There is nothing wrong with posting quiz results (yes, another on is coming), but that is not the direction in which I want my blog to head. I first started my blog to keep the folks at home posted on my where abouts and experiences. That got boring. This year, I decided that I wanted to use my blog as a creative outlet. Instead of it being just a summary of my life, I wanted to express some of my thoughts, ideas, a perspective on anything that caught my interest. Yes, this is the evolution of my randomness.

Ok. Now it is time for the quiz results. This goes our to all the "fraters" out there:


Which Mean Girls Character Are you? (girlz)

Karen Smith
Your a SLUT!

(Can anyone use an apostrophe correctly? Yet another apostrophe catastrophe.)

Your "frenemy,"

Timothy

Speaking of Amanda Seyfried, my Mean Girls counterpart, Nicole and I began watching Veronica Mars from episode one yesterday. We are digging into those old Lilly Kane wounds and lovin' it.

Tugende Kuzina!



Friday's Samoan Arts Festival inspired this week's reason I am happy to be moving back to Uganda: Music Festivals! That time of year is fast approaching. I will make it to Uganda in time to witness the primary schools' music festivals for 2006. Yay!


These were my kids!


Praise my pagan gods!

Get Yo' Dance On!


CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY

That is the best way to sum up the last week. On Friday, my school had it's annual Samoan Arts Festival. FUN, FUN, FUN. That is what it was, but it required a lot of WORK, WORK, WORK, energy, patience, and humor. My class has been working hard for the past couple of months to prepare for it.


I might've mentioned before that I am with my students all day everyday. Amy Grant once sang, "Why do I have to wear so many things on my hear? Hats!" I can feel the ache of her muscles and tiredness in her bones. I teach everything. Everything. Not only that, but I'm the PE coach (Go ahead, laugh. Ok. Stop now.), I'm the lunchroom attendant (Lunch is in the classroom.), and most recently I became the dance instructor. I'll laugh with you here: Ha! Ha! Ha! I do what I have to do. Early March, I knew nothing at all about Samoan dance. Middle of May, I've coached my class through three dances, arranged for costumes to be made, located props, and avoided comitting any serious cultural faux pas that offended the Samoan audience.

Samoa is a place for experienctial learning. Read Fay Calkin's book, My Samoan Chief. Many things are different today, but some things will probably never change in Samoa. Why should they? Why make the place any less special. People sometimes just assume that you just know things. Now I know that is not a purely Samoa trait (read The Devil Wears Prada), but trial by fire seems to be the rule rather than the exception on our little island. You'd think I'd finally learn and get used to it, but it just comes as a shock when you think you've done everything correctly and a parent approaches you with a look of horror oh her face an tells you that you are about to make a huge mistake that will offend the real Samoan members of the audience. I give my sincere gratitude to people watching out for me and who have my back. My humble request is to warn me about potential critical errors sooner than immediately before I make them. HEART ATTACK. This past year, I have really fine tuned my "think-on-your-toes" ability. A problem comes along, and I just pull a solution out of my rear. I'm amazed at what is up there. As I mentioned before, I survived the program with no major cultural faux pas.

On Friday night, not only did my students do well, they were f-a-b-u-l-o-u-s!

We were number 2 on the program. Zack tried to give me a real heart attack by showing up 20 minutes late with an essential prop for our perfomance: a kava bowl.


The kava bowl was the center piece for our ava ceremony. The ava ceremony is a very important part of Samoan culture. Davalynn played the role of Taupou to prepare the ava for the chiefs.

After the Guppies (pre-school class) performed their tauluga,


my kids were up again for the final two dances of their program. I'm not sure how we lucked up to have all of our performances so early in the program, but that allowed me to enjoy the rest of the show. When one of my hyper-active students was acting up, I could say to myself, "Let it go. His mother's here. He's her responsibility tonight." The second of our three dances was our group performance. It was a quick tempo dance that included both the boys and girls.

Aren't their lava lavas and puletasis fantastic? Thanks Caroline for you contributions!

Kimberley was so graceful, and Quinn was right on.

Teresa was our class taupou, and Kirstan was her manaia. The Adventurers class gave the tauluga performance of the night. They were so into it. Teresa became a star on the stage and gave her best perfomance yet.

Thanks again, Caroline, for saving me again.


Maybe I'm a little biased, but doesn't Kirstan make the cutest manaia you've ever seen. Are manaias supposed to be cute. I think so. (I cannot believe I'm throwing around the word cute so easily, like it's not a word that evokes nausea. Sorry.)

Every class had a performance, and this led to a long program, but not as long as you might expect. I was a little disappointed in the parents who bailed after their child's performance. Inappropriate.

Finishing off the evening were the female teachers.


I was not allowed to perform. It was not descrimination. They were just afraid that my mad dancing skills would make them look bad by comparison. I understand that. It's hard to be on stage with a superstar when you're only a dim flash light.

A special shout-out

Leti, the graceful miracle worker.
Isn't she hot, y'all?

Friday night would have sucked big time if it were not for Leti. She pulled off a miracle for Pacific Horizons School. Leti was was my classes choreographer. She also choreographed almost all of the other dances that were perfomed that night. She is amazing. Creative and patient. She also served as our cultural advisor and creative consultant. Creative and knowledgeable. She whipped my girls into shape, taught me everything I know, found our music, trained our special dances, and managed to teach her pre-school class. Amazing.


Bye y'all!

PRIMARY COLORS


are

1

2

3


red


yellow


and


blue


This is one more photo from my Easter weekend trip to paradise (a.k.a. Samao). I am so ready for for another break. SCHOOL'S OUT IN THREE WEEKS! If you look at my side bar, you will notice I've added a count down clock ticking down the seconds until I fly out of here on the 8th of June. Oh my pagan gods! I've got so much to do. Fun, tedious, tiresome, exciting, expensive, no money, chaotic, organized, scary, exciting.

Paradoxical life o' mine.

Finally, I was able to watch the season finale of Veronica Mars. (No UPN on the rock) It was so WOW! I was blown away, shocked, and wanted to cry. It evoked so many emotions. What's going to happen next season? I cannot wait.

What was up with the graduation scene, though? The gymnasium was empty. I know they have a budget to film the show, so they probably could not afford too many extras, but it just seemed so unrealistic. Speaking of graduation: Wasn't Lamb a real D-I-C-K? Can someone really be so cold hearted, full of himself and despicable at the same time? Is that really necessary? Karma can be a real bitch.

I'm sure the LoVe fans were very pleased with the way things turned out. I, for one, am not a LoVe fan. I've said it before, I'm saying it now, and I'll say it again. Blah, blah, blah.

What the hell did Beaver do with Mac's clothes?

Which Disney Princess Are You? Aurora You're a tired old thing aren't you? We first came under Aurora's spell in Sleeping Beauty (1959)

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Mr. Sleepyhead!

Freedom!


Walking out of this ominous lookin door yesterday evening marked the end of the course work for my teacher certification.


Yay me!

I'm so relieved to have that out of my way. It's like an enormous weight being lifted off my shoulders.

Now I have the paperwork and bureaucracy of the department of education to look forward to.

Fun times.

Make Everyday a

Nile Special Day


Ugandan's love their brew. They tend to be very proud of the beers they produce, both locally and commercially.



I am not, in any shape, form or fashion, a beer connoiseur. My great friend, Charles (Remember him?), was always a Nile Special man. You would not find another beer would crossing his lips. If he were to go out somewhere and find that they were out of Nile, he would either go to some other place or not drink at all that night. Imagine my shock today when he emailed me and told me that he'd given up Nile Special for, of all things, Smirnoff Ice.


The reason I am happy this week to be returning to Uganda is not the Ugandan brewed beers, it is the slogans and radio jingles for Ugandan brewed beer. Here's a little taste:



I've already introduced you to the Nile Special slogan: "Make everyday a Nile Special day." Another one is "Brewed at the source." (The brewery is just by the source of the Nile River at Lake Victoria.) A commercial for this beer can be found playing on the radio at any given time.



My friend Arthur was a Club drinker. The jingle for this beer had me confused for a long time. I could not figure out what they were singing. The singers were repeating, "Club Beer, Club Beer, Club Beer," but because of the singers' accents, to an untrained ear, it sounded like "Latvia, Latvia, Latvia."



Bell is probably the most popular beer of all. It's "Great night. Good morning." slogan implies that you can drink your fill and not worry about waking up with a hangover the next morning. This has attracted a huge following. David swung back and forth between Club and Bell depending on how long he was going to stay out and how long he would have to sleep-in the next morning.

Good night everyone. Have a great Monday morning.

There comes a time to...

JUST SAY NO!


I made a startling discovery on Friday in the refrigerated section of the supermarket tucked in between the V8 and V8 Splash.


Grass Jelly Drink

No!

I am the person who blogged about the need to put stuff in his mouth, but... No! I've drawn the line. I mean, look at the picture on the can.


Throwing up in your mouth yet?

It's jelly! In a can! Made from grass! And they are promoting the use of a bendy straw to drink it. Classy.

Just when I thought it could not get any worse,


grass jelly drink also comes in banana flavor. I like bananas. By. Themselves. I truly hate anything banana flavored: popsicles, pudding, Laffy Taffy, grass jelly drink.


So you should never put bananas in the refrigerator!

Or in grass jelly drink.

(Cough! Cough! Cough!)


I sick.

Something is going around on the island. The list of absentees is incredible each morning. My kids never miss class, and I've had at least one student absent everyday this week. Yesterday there were three, today two. Celeste only had four students show up for class this morning. I, myself, am not "sick", but I've really felt like "crap" two days this week. The odd thing is that the days were not consecutive. This leads me to believe that I'm a bit sick in the head.

Today was the worst day teaching this semester. I felt so out of it. I'm usually good at putting on a good face and faking it when I'm not in the zone, but today, the kids knew. I felt so lethargic today. I was even a bit dizzy at times. Tuesday it was a headache, and I thought I had a fever for a while. I took my temperature... nothing. My theory is that my body knows that the end is near, and it feels like I've put in enough hours and effort, and it is trying to shut down. Only four more weeks to go after tomorrow. I must plow on.

Having so many students absent makes it difficult to conduct class. I don't want to start anything entirely new, and we do a lot of group work, so when many students are out, it interferes with the progress of the group as a whole. Children missing school is a bit frustrating. Ugh!

Enough about that.

Maybe I should get sick. I've not taken a sick day yet, and I have six personal days in reserve. Hmmm...

If I were sick, I wish that I had a perky, rich drunk to take care of me.


Instead, the lush I'm stuck with only wants feel me up and dance for her in a leopard print thong. The price we pay for sugar mommies.


(Cough! Cough! Cough! )

I sick.