Show me The Money

Or should I say save me da’ money. It’s hard to believe Christmas is just around the corner and with this economy I’m strapped just like everyone else. So I’m looking to stretch the buck this year but I don’t want to sacrifice quality either.

I’ve been surfing the net kind of regularly for promotion codes for all those black Friday ads that are soon to hit the web, you know when you go to finalize your order and they say do ya have any coupons or codes. Well I’ve never been able to find any in the past that were actually worth my effort spending the time looking for and then I ran across Savings.com.

It’s actually a site worth bookmarking if you are looking to save some moohla this Christmas and are slammed for time to spend hours running around God’s green earth looking for the best deals. Anyway check it out and let me know if you found any good deals, cuz I'm all about the deals this year!

Get your love junk off my Humps!

Now that I'm at the high school I'm not only reunited with my former special education students but also about 250 general education students that I've co taught with in the past 2 years.

Although I've built a re pore with these kids my involvement with them is limited. But you know there is always an exception or two or a dozen to the rule. Case in point, "the trustie stead" so rightly nicknamed this because he used to gallop down the halls of the middle school. I kid you not.

So the stead heard I was teaching in the building and let's just say he's a little too enthusiastic about my new digs. Let's just say the awkward moments have been piling up and I'm about ready to bring out a can of whip ass on the kid.

Awkward moment number one which in hindsight was seemingly harmless, consisted of my name being bellowed down the hall and kisses being blown in my direction. However it did take a sharp turn to the creepy side when a "damn you look fine today" was added to the mix.

Awkward moment number two: The creepy cling. So I'm headed out the door to go off campus and I hear the Stead call me. At this point I choose to pretend to be Helen Keller and put my deaf mute skills to work ignoring his ass as I pick up my pace trying to make it to the safety zone outside of the building.

Unfortunately I wore my heels that day and with what had to be superhuman powers that kid sprinted the length of a hallway catching up to me and cackling me in a full fledged bear hug.If that wasn't awkward enough he added a "you're so soft" Seriously this kid is beginning to creep me out completely.

Just as I was beginning to think my personal space violation quota had been met for the week I got slam dunked again....this time while in the office. I prepare to stand my ground as he makes his approach and begin chanting my mantra: "Personal Space, Please respect my PERSONAL SPACE!" simultaneously extending my arm as if to draw an invisible off limits perimeter around my body.
Of course this kryptonite has no effect on his superpowers and he proceeds to violate my space once again. This time lingering a bit to long which only added to the creepy stalker psycho-ness of the situation.

Now I'm thinking that Admin who witnessed this whole debacle would likely reprimand him. Oh I don't know maybe give him a stern warning about touching me especiall when I make it clear that it's uncomfortable for me.

But NO, they didn't bat an eye, even after I complained it was very awkward. Their take? Wow you've really bonded with your students. UM NOOO! I don't want to "bond" with him and secondly he's NOT my student. So I'd kindly appreciate someone telling him to keep his junk off me.

Needless to say they didn't do anything and I am as we speak, surfing the net for a stun gun to keep the little wanker in line. Ok, so a stun gun is a bit much. I'd settle for a shock collar with a remote range of about a quarter mile. Yeah that should do the trick.

Wordless Wednesday

I profoundly believe that God has a sense of humor and here is proof
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Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead

Well not dead but I am sure that she is melting somewhere north of my neck of the woods.
Yes my web nemesis is no more, well at least not where I hang out. It's the end of an era in my blogging career. No more Timetheif to call me the Mrs. Robinson of Blog Catalog, to tell me I am a Fuckwhit American and my favorite, a potty mouth troublemaker. Seriously I have gotten better insults from a 2nd grader.

So you can image my delight when I saw this in my inbox the other day!

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It's not like it came as a surprise or anything, it was a long time coming. Her troll like behavior had practically ran the place in the ground, sending many more valuable members of the community running and screaming from the place.

But other than that obvious issue, I could never understand why the owners didn't see how she was also costing them money, it is a business after all. The more active members that stay away = less money coming in.

I actually discussed this specific issue on the phone with Tony Berkman , one of the owners of the site. He actually went as far as to ban her but then of course that was reversed by the other owner/partner within 24 hours. So my faith in this actually being a done deal is very iffy.

But the big picture here is that although I am glad she finally got the boot, I feel sorry for the bitch in a way. I know, who knew I'd have compassion for the cunt, but what can I say. Honestly, think of how much energy it takes to hate so much, and hate she does. She's just this incredibly bitter, warped, egotistical, shallow shell of a person who can't feel any satisfaction in life unless she is trying to cause someone to feel small and insignificant. In short she's pathetic, and what can I say it's unfortunate that she may never actually experience what it's like to feel even relatively compassionate or heaven forbid vulnerable.

Oh and I am saying a prayer for the owners of the next forum she decides to hijack, ohI mean join. You are going to need it. Oh and in a lighter note, my compulsion to want to fork someone in the eye has dramatically decreased. Wonder why that is LOL.

To Delete or not to Delete

Every once in awhile I decide to do some housekeeping and clean out my text message inbox on my phone. So I pull up the menu and start checking off the "delete message boxes" then hit delete.

That's when I recently went into a sudden panic attack thinking I had deleted "all" my messages instead of the checked ones. Normally this wouldn't be such a drama queen moment for me except there are a few messages that I didn't want to erase.

You see the one's I didn't want to erase were the last one's I received from a friend before they died back in June. Since they were intubated and unable to talk, texting was the only form of communication before their death, one of the last texts came within hours of their death. Then of course the one that I was dreading coming from a family member only moments after they left this world.

For the life of me I can't understand why I feel this need to hang on to them. It's like if I erase them I will be erasing the memory of their friendship. I know they are just words on a screen, but I can't bring myself to erase them, at least not right now.

It's weird because every once in a while I get a text from that phone, his daughter inherited the phone and sometimes I think I'm getting text messages from the beyond, which kinda fucking freaks me at for a second. Needless to say I am sure someone else is getting a good chuckle out of it too. Oh and it ends up that I didn't actually delete the wanted texts, which just leaves me in the same predicament. Ughh sometimes I just think about stuff too much.