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.

Fair Play? I think NOT

How is a runner on second base who steals the catcher’s signs any different from the team employee who is located in a booth in the center field score board using a pair of binoculars or a telescope to steal the catcher’s signs like the 51’ New York Giants did. There is no difference. They are achieving the same objective, cheating to gain an advantage, just using different means to achieve their goal.
There is nothing in baseball’s rulebook prohibiting stealing signs, but it’s cheating all the same in my book.

MLB can’t have its cake and eat it too. All general managers and managers have been restricted from using electronic equipment during the game for the purpose of stealing signs in an attempt to give their team an advantage. So why does baseball allow stealing of signs that don’t involve technology? It’s still stealing signs and it’s still cheating none the fucking less.

So I guess it’s just another example of MLB turning a blind eye to yet another issue. You can’t have it both ways MLB either you allow stealing signs as an ‘honorable’ part of the game or you don’t. I guess I am just naive to think that the best team wins on their talent alone. Fuck it, I’m taking matters in my own hands and sending Bud “douchebag” Selig a memo myself then I might just hire someone to shove it up his ass!

Anyway, watch my boys get ripped off by those cheating bastards in Minnesota.

De Javue

My mind tells me I'm teaching high school, but I could swear I'm still stuck in Middle School purgatory. Why? Because I'm teaching all of the most memorable wankers I have had for the past two years. That's right my sentence in hell with these kids has been extended another year.

So If you're new 'round here, let me introduce you to the cast of characters whose antics past and present will fill my blog the next 9 months.

Now I never refer to my students by their real name here, are you kidding I'm not tarded. This blog is on the down low and I am sure that my administration would not appreciate my warped sense of humor when it comes to my students.

So with that said let me introduce you to the cast of wankers...get your pencils ready kiddies.

First up there is "Flying Butt Monkey Boy" BMB for short. A young man completely in denial as to his homosexuality and feminine side. He's most well known to my readers for his occasional instances of clarity in which his sponge of brain seeks to acquire knowledge and obtain wisdom by asking me such pressing questions such as "Do Chicken's have vaginas?" What can I say he's such an inquiring mind, a definite Renaissance man, yeah I think I'll just take the cyanide pill now thank you.

Next up is Grannimal Boy. A socially retared student whose mother can't cut the umbilical cord. I swear she still breast feeds him. I call him granimal boy because he always wears these matching track suits ever day. You know the kind most boy's quit wearing by 1st grade because they know who ridiculious they look. He spends all day calling the lunch ladies, and anyone within 5 feet of him a mother fucker, I can't blame him though cuz well you know he's gotta go home to Mommy Dearest everyday he's gotta take his frustrations out on someone right?

BBQ- can't take credit for this one, it's actually a self selected nickname which will come in handy when he moves into the big house. He's best know for his rap sheet that includes petty theft, and possession and attempt to dispense his ADD Meds. Now if I could just get him to take those meds instead of trying to sell them for Fry money.

Jimmy Whinercroft, yep he's back and whinining again, and of course telling me to take my anti-bitch meds. But here's the kicker I have his equally annoying and socially dysfunctional brother. Yippee

Bi Polar Betty, she earned her name due to the fact you know from one minute to the next what personality is going to emerge. She either wants to shank you in the eyeball one minute or is your best buddy the next. Needless to say I'm carrying a crucifix at all time to ward off her bad voodoo.

The Anti-Christ, Yeah my regular readers know him as the student who was led away in a straight jacket for an involuntary psych hold at the end of the school year. Not sure how long I'll be graced with his lovely personality, given his latest antics of pitching a fit when he didn't get his way, and stripping sown naked in the middle of the street at the trailer park. But I'm told not to worry...much.. cuz well his meds are working so much better now. Yeah I think I'm going to add a can of mace to my self defense arsenal just in case.

Last but not least, Stalker girl, yes she was a late addition to the fold but what can I say when she heard I was moving to the high school she just had to move back into the district. She's best known for her obsession with finding out where I live, obtaining my home phone number and well every last personal aspect of my life. She's been known to write me endless love letters and proclaim her devotion and undying love for me in front of the entire student population. Probably most disturbing is her habit of hiding under my desk, which is complete creepy and a bit psycho If you know what I mean. Needless to say I check my back seat everyday when I leave work.

Yes kicking off another memorable year where I try not to become completely jadded by the end of the first marking period....wish me luck and light a candle and say a prayer for my safety and sanity. Kat Out

MIA

So I've been a bit MIA lately on my blog, to be truthful this new teaching position is kicking my muther fucking ass, all the prepping for two new curriculum's is a total bitch. But I've decided I need to blog to get all my frustrations out, so blog I will damn it!

So I am back Bitches and damn I got some funny shit for ya, so get fasten your seatbelts and get ready for the ride.