Uncle Death takes some well needed rest and relaxation!
"Give me a break!
They're even angry at Bush for not saying Christmas in his greeting cards this year!"
Don't get me started but I even want ex gfs out there to send some positive energy to my sick father. Please wish him help and make him happy in his last few year. I pray that he will be able to use his legs so he can still take walks on the beach and see that beautiful surf that's in his back yard. I only have the Serendipachi moutains in my back yard. Imagine if I eventually worked on the beach near Byron Bay with the beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean on one side and the Blue Mountains on the other side!
Muffy thinks I'm a cheap bastard
(asking if I pocketed the extra 2$ she left on top of my $9 tip at the table...she had to make a point of getting change just to piss me off and have the last word on a 60 dollar meal saying to everybody what a cheap bastard I am. So I want to save $2 after I already leave $9. I tell ya I don't get no rescpect from alceys at redneck pubs, angry students or administrators, angry testosteroned Btenders and Bitchy Btendresses taking out their hypoglycemic premenstrual rages on you!!@)
"You should pay for it since you only pay $200 in rent and the reservation pays all your utilities, you cheap bastard. Can you pay for my membership to this feminist spa?"
"Will you shut the fudge up??"
Marty writes for his writing assignment hating my voice as much as M, and Clay!
I sometimes I wonder how warped the thinking of those crooks in the caucasian house is, but it's no match for the thinking of a moody woman!
Of course darling and I'll pay for you to visit me in February but I won't give you my new cell phone number (just kidding)....at least until you let me spank you for being such a naughty and rude girl to your teacher!
mmmmmm.....buts its been so long again and I know now she's getting very near the nymphomanic part of her cycle....mmmmm...horny goat weed
and spin city!
Sky Rockets in flight afternoon delight while we are snowed in while her offspring are somewhere else
no worries mate!...
the fires going, I've had to find some wood and risk chopping with the sore shoulders, arms, wrists of a middle aged former athlete...
I'm turned on by the fact that she finally beats me in scrabble and she wants to Schtupp Herr Garvald so badly!
make up lovin.....
She looked so good in the video with her bright red gluteus maximus in full view and doing an erotic dance with the towel....mmmm
let me know if it's too racy and I'll do a Pg rated version of this essay and save the draft for later viewing on adult blogs...
Just kidding M!
Today is like the top one out of 100 or more days in such a long time, since finding out I really had a job
momentarily shutting up the obsessed radio lady who keeps saying to everyone to get a job while she cons them to buy advertising time on a nazikristian konservative station in Denver....
Muffy bristles at Garvald's mistaken adventure with an ugly woman inside and out brainwashed into rationalizing her own fundamentalist form of kristianity. As soon as G saw the faux church lady, his aging tool thought even a decade on a deserted island would only accentuate the withering ..hoping that it will eventually rescued by the Love boat!
she rolls her eyes,
"Now I'm not in the mood anymore!"
and the the sour Joan look turns into ultimate happiness as Garvald goes snorkeling below the surface!
I wondered last night if I ever would be happy like I have been before when everything seems to be falling into place. Maybe its the confidence from some adderall and the buzz from those delicious flax seed cookies she sent me, but I'm starting to think that maybe I have something going here in the Rez??!!
I was thinking for 3 hours in the tub on this record cold day in the wild, wild, bipolar west about what I would say to you,
wanting to share with you my happiness,
the natural high of life,
learning to grab the gusto of what few years of virile life I have
instead of just wallowing in the thoughts and fears of death and self pity
Roosevelt said, "The only thing man has to fear is fear itself"
Great leaders with charisma have lead countries through very difficult wars.
Lincoln and the civil war...Winston Churchill in WW2... all of them went through great sadness or fought of deep depressions. Roosevelt was a healthy good looking man humbled by polio and the paralysis of his legs, before he came out of it at first by helping other victims of the disease which in turn gave him the Little Orphan Annie attitude of unstoppable positive thinking!
"The sun'll come up Tomorrow!"
I feel the same way with all this death and attempted suicide it's to get very down
but then I wake up the next morning with a hug and cuddle from the Buffster, tuning into NPR and get my fix of the news...hearing how Bush and our might repukes go on about even Jewish presidents should send Christ mas cards for Crissake, Mate! just kidding...why not a merry Ghandi or smiling Buddha card. ...that ought to please the brainwashed folks that believe that Jesus founded this country! Don't get me started...I just had an argument with one of those imcompetent design fanatics telling me evolution is a religion and that I can't believe in God if I have that scientific belieF! www.hereinreality.com read the tagboard!
I have my fix of mocha (swiss miss and coffee) before
my 300 meter dash to my portable each am
taking in the sun shining on me each am...
it come over the horizon and shines on my backyard mountains even on this coldest of mornings in the fresh air while catching up to Ms. Liuba and her 100 meter walk! We chat briefly, I share my concern for Dad, and I know that I have friends here...
I feel the vibes having the best morning from Clay He's just won his fifth match this year, and he tells me about it while another rival school was cheering him on (it was a 3 way meet). My only student today.
(Of course, after lunch, he purposely(?) forgets his card so that he can flirt with the girls, be the center of attention and think that he can the 2nd TV dinner I owe him... he goes into his very predictable hypoglycemic rages parallel to the Muffster's Joan Crawford rages when I finally pull the plug on the puter since he refuses to get off.. He starts whining and complaining so I say he sounds like a girl, but I won't give into his spoiled brat syndrome. These kids go into these moods for a reason, often learned and then only accentuated by their low blood sugar!
On a good note, I write a speach about how my number one player took over the largest diagonal of the chess board beating the number 1 player from the Arizona team who had won the tournament with many shools in Gallup last month.! This is made during lunch so everyone in the cafeteria and courtyard can hear me. Several of the veteran chess players show up and we have the largest turnout of 7 players for practice. Two other players show that they might even be stronger than my new star. I'm pleased to know that we will depth and fierce competition for the top 5 spots on the team. I was excited even about giving them a lesson on algebraic notation as an efficient way to document their game while explaining the most basic opening.!
They then start eagerly playing 30 minute games with the clock!
and I'm feeling how serendipitous and synchronistic that just as this is happening a movie is just out on DVD who brings out the best in his chess players. It reminded Muffy so much of me and how I want to incorporate chess into these poor rural student's eyes...and from there they can alway have sight of the stars...
I can see how it can even help Clay think ahead in his wrestling matches!
and now Muffy, as I've changed my name, please be respectful of my own anonymity ....and besides this is all fictional!
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Dec. 10th, samstag:
Ill just chat with you for five minutes before I bake some more whole wheat and flax seed bread for my neighbors party. My favorite special ed teacher and Raphael are hosting it. I'm so happy that I won't have the nosy borginator telling me what to do next year. My neighbor is always nice, extremely helpful, confident and never bossy. She lets me confide in her and is wise beyond her very young years! Besides the couple wants peace in the world!
I need to ask her what is the best way to deal with Clay who's failing all of his subjects because he refuses to do work. Maybe if I involve the whole village, the coaches (although I dont like talking to the Arkansan TFA brat, but he seems to look for ways to point out my mistakes:
"Why is your door locked"
"I don't know. I don't want to be blamed and written up when things are stolen!"
"You should keep your door locked!"
Then I get a monthly comment on my lesson plans a couple weeks later ... it is much more positive but
I'm told to keep the doors unlocked and to work on my classroom management. Only the 22 year old TFA boy (who seems to be in her office everyday leaving his own classroom unattended to schmooze MB's rear end and report on every day activity as a good little spy should!) has visited my classroom giving me some printouts and then offering to teach clay. He makes it a point of visiting the library while I was having the chess match with the other school. He looks around and takes a mental note of everything so that he can make a report to the queen.
It's funny how the average age of the schmoozers is maybe at the most 25?? Let's see who's in there everyday?: the band leader who has a determination to become a principal somewhere, he's about 25, the Borginator-24 , and her TFA brother is 23 at the most. They are very high achieving youngsters! Mcb could be their grandmother! I could be TFA boy's Dad. Let's see, I was in Arkansas about 25 years ago. ;)
On a great note, we only have one more week of the Borginator telling me what to do!
Sunday 3:13 pm-
"I'm relaxed and lazy today catching up on my sleep and not taking the addaboy. My body is saying to me to catch up on sleep and rejuvenate! I got up once in the morning only to make the most delicious whole wheat bread with almost half a cup of flax seed, a banana to serve as sugar for the yeast, a little milk and an egg. It rose so well flowing over the edge of the large breadmaker. I had to show it off giving a large thick slice to Fraulein Schmidt.
I enjoyed visiting all of the teachers and new families last night at my other neighbor's cookie exchange party where I brought yesterday's loaf. It was no where near as good as my light and fluffy loaf today. I was thinking that I might be blessed sometimes with wonderful things in life that I should learn to cherish; a beautiful loving dog, Buffy and my most delicious creation, whole wheat and flax seed banana bread! I have been very happy and really see the potential of our chess team. Clay can do so well in wrestling(if he would only work and let me teach him) and I'm excited about telling the school that we should have the potential to be state champions for the 2nd year in a row. I'm excited that maybe things will fall into place with my students and I can be so proud of coaching a winning team that will help bring this rural Indian village out of the doldrums! They enjoy the publicity of doing well at something, especially at something that is so academic such as chess!
sunday evening at the puter: December 11th,
I would love to visit with some folk and give some of my delicious bread rather than develop a plan for Clay to pass this 3 subjects. He needs to take a day exam with several essay questions and grammar. I could get some test questions out of the Briggance and use this as part of the exam. Circle where you found the answers- comprehension, grammar level, and oral reading level. I need to talk to the wrestling coach who has invited for Clay to be in his english class next semester. I actually think that Clay will stay in his class rather than leave frequently for long 40 minute to hour breaks and longer as he currently does in math class. I wonder how well he will manipulate RJ as he has manipulated other adults and peers with his combination of charm and violent intimidation?
I have a lot of hope for him but I'm concerned how he will survive after high school where he won't be able to always get his way through violent temper tantrums. Hopefully his frequent boredom with mostly everything (ADD symptoms) and his hypoglycemic rages won't get him into trouble with the law. I was motivating (TV dinners) and encouraging him to take his physical for a month . I was so happy that he tinally took it and started going to practice on a regular basis. He is 6-2 now!...undefeated until the last tournament mostly pinning his opponents with his size .. his brute anger and lack of fear scares his challengers. I wish that he would be motivated to write about his matches. Then would help him analyze what he has to do next to avoid the same mistakes. ( my chess players will start documenting their matches at least with algebraic notation!)