rude and sexist... how appealing

In the context of a long stupid barrage of personal attacks from Mr. X, this is my favorite quote from an online conversation. It's quite the gem:

"l can respect Jenny, that's my point, Jenny disaides her one destiny, she can be different tomorrow. The christen Jenny didn't convince me at all.

"But your cute so you get's away with it ;)"

My favorite part is that obnoxious little winking face after a veiled insult. Basically, you are dumb and your faith is dumb, but it's ok because you're cute. I think talking to Mr. X further would be a waste of time after this conversation.

bad days happen

Work usually is great. I don't have many "bad" days. Sure, it's difficult as would be expected, but nothing too crazy.

I think the situations were just right today to create... the perfect storm.

After talking about never being out more than 9 times in her 15 yr career on Wed., the teacher I work with was struck ill and could not come into work on Thurs. or Fri. Sick irony. Yesterday was tough. No sub. due to the late notice so 2 other aides and I ran the class. No big deal, except it really throws the kids off. Then we had a sub. today, well more like a body who happens to hold a sub. license (the guy did nothing all day and barely uttered 10 words). So I got to play teacher for 2 days... yay?

Well there are 2 students that are kind of high maintenance, as far as behavior and attention needed. One has a hot and cold relationship with me related to the fact that I resemble his mom and share her first name (Jennifer), so whatever is going on at home is mirrored at school. Fun.

Then the other student is always on my heart, but is quite a handful. Today I taught the lesson and the poor guy was left on timeout the entire time.... sidenote: in addition to having his school environment being different, he's been staying with an aunt and hasn't been sleeping well... so after group time the students are dismissed to lunch when the little guy jumps up with a red face and crying. He runs for me and grabs me ripping and grabbing at my clothes and trying to pull me down, etc. I'm mostly confused because I've never seen him like this. I appeal to the 6' 8" sub. for help, but to no avail... he just watches bemusedly.

eskimo village to sue over global warming

This story is so great... in an ironic kind of sad way I suppose....

in other news:

the best store bought salsa is officially Trader Joe's Especial salsa and my coworkers and I discovered this...

We figured out that the days of the week have connections to the solar system... it comes from the pagan roots of many of our languages. Except for the romance languages, that decided to change Sunday to different variations of the Lord's Day... Dieu, Dios... Dimanche, Domingo...My hypothesis is that Earth is our planet and thus not in the sky from our perspective so it doesn't make sense to use it for days of the week and Uranus, Neptune, and the dwarf planet (formerly known as Pluto) are so far away that they could not be detected when this week system was created. Just some fun facts for you...

my uncle is better than yours....

So my cousin and my uncle are going to be on that new show tonight... My Dad is Better Than Yours or whatever... So stoked! haha Go André and Corey!

l'amour est doux

Wake me up from this winter. I've spent far too much time living in cold and hunger. You've seen me fumble in this dark tundra with numb fingers grasping at scraps with my brothers and sisters. We long for something that satisfies longer than these bits of food we find. Still the ache doesn't go away and our souls grumble with hunger.

This wearying hunger has made my eyes go dark. I can't see the difference between food and poison.

Patiently you call above the roar of the wind as you see me pathetically struggling so near to your haven.... whatever pain you have i take as mine if you'll let me love you

Now I see everything is rooted in this. If only I would have turned toward you earlier. There's no past, there's only this moment. Laying motionless in this place I smell the spices of your table. Cardamom, ginger, cinnamon.... I give myself over, as I let go, you carry me to your table. Only there will I be satisfied. Only there can I know its meaning.

Why do we continue feasting on scraps when His banquet is freely given to us?

and the internet just got a little bit better...

yesssss!