tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57286963480725110922011-04-21T14:39:17.021-04:00I’m a high school English teacher. No, I don’t have flawless grammar; no, I haven’t read every play Shakespeare wrote (just most of them); and no, I don’t spend my weekends plowing through Jane Austen novels, searching for symbolism. I’m just a 34-year-old lady with a dumb tattoo and a kid. And, um, I'm obsessed with Ryan Adams.Lady Stinkypeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586817062719427007noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728696348072511092.post-87447614817961674782009-04-06T22:29:00.000-04:002009-04-06T22:31:52.005-04:00

Ok, so the doofy junior jock boys I have told me last week of this little game they like to play called "Poopy Dollar Holler," wherein they use a dollar bill rather than toilet paper to wipe their butts, then place the dollar bill somewhere nearby and watch as some unsuspecting person picks it up, and gets poo-hand. From their safe distance, the offending boys yell, "Poopy Dollar Holler," and run

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I just need to write this frustration away. I have so much in my head, so many little earthquakes that turn into vocanoes that erupt and then splatter little shards of lava all over the people in my life. I can't stand the dog licking herself so close to me; I can't stand the sound of her tongue, lapping and licking and mouth smacking.my kid and his frustrations and his inability to tell me what

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I'm relatively certain that my son hates me.You may argue that a 2-1/2-year-old lacks the ability to truly hate, but I'm fairly sure he does.The past few weeks have been unusual; I've been home a lot during the day because my school has had numerous days off for holidays and weather. I think this really messes with the little guy. He's so used to being at home with daddy alone, that I think my

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Yesterday was so amazing. For so many people, the election and inauguration hold significance because President Obama is an African-American. Yes, that's fantastic - fantastic that finally, after soooo many years of oppression, Americans have finally realized the folly of racism - but more importantly to me, President Obama's move into the White House represents so many promises. This country

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Damn the critics, the fans, the whoeverthefucks. I still maintain that "The Final Cut" is one of the best Pink Floyd albums ever. I was just grading some papers, chillin' with some tunes, and decided to dust it off and take a listen. It's so sad, and so beautiful, and so violent, and so gooood. Maybe it's because I connect the album with the time in my life when I discovered it. Ugh, horrible,

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Well, so far 2009 has been shitty. No other way to put it.Had my colon scoped New Year’s Eve, figured the clean-out would do me some good, thought I could start the new year fresh, healthy. I did not realize that the cleansing would continue for 4 more days! On the upside, the doctor said there’s nothing serious going on; apparently, I’m just literally full of shit, and I need to work it all out.

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Ok, I’ve been nauseous for a little more than a week now. Nope, not pregnant. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. When I eat, I feel better, but about 20 minutes after stuffing my face, it’s back to the queasies. I’ve tried all sorts of shit to make it go away, but it won’t let up. I just want to sleep, because that’s the only time I’m not on the verge of puking. That’s the most

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Quick - On what date was the Declaration of Independence drafted and signed by Thomas Jefferson? On what date do we celebrate Independence Day?If you guessed Oct. 10, 1768, you’re wrong.I don’t know how many of my 11th-grade students didn’t know the answer to this question. We declared our independence from fucking Britain! We celebrate it every year! It’s the most important date in US history!

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I was editing my facebook profile, and when it came time to fill in the empty box in which to write my “Interests,” I was stumped. I’m so uninspired anymore, and I think it’s because of my age. A month from now I will be 34.When I get in moods like this, I try to remember what used to really stir me, what truly gave me pleasure. I think of music, of going to shows, of smoking Marlboro Lights over

Lady Stinkypeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586817062719427007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728696348072511092.post-76161693447753613372008-10-28T21:42:00.001-04:002009-01-05T21:42:56.027-05:00

So, I gave my stoods a quiz on “The Crucible” today, and one of the questions asked something to the effect of whether John Proctor was devout in regard to church-going and Rev. Parris, blah, blah. I can’t tell you how many of those kids didn’t know what the word “devout” meant.And many of them asked me what “contempt” meant, too. They’re 17-year-olds! Ugh.

Lady Stinkypeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586817062719427007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728696348072511092.post-26238443119723217072008-10-13T21:43:00.001-04:002009-01-05T21:44:04.475-05:00

I just saw a dude on TV getting a tattoo of a 6-point buck on his neck. That’s really stupid. Oh, look - Sarah Palin. She’s really stupid, too.

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That’s right, beetches! I love Akron. I was so psyched today, alone in my car, blaring “Gold” just so happy to be alive and home and reveling in the fact that in a little over a month, I’ll be witnessing once again the mindfuck that is Ryan and the Cards.Glad to love Ryan Adams Ryan, you continue to rock my world, man. I can’t stop imagining you singing, tight jeans, crazy fucking hair, glasses,

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For Dylan’s birthday, Jake and Airika bought him 2 CDs: the “Rock-a-Bye Baby! Metallica” lullabies, and “Kids Bop - 80s”. I appreciate their thoughtfulness (even though I just now realized that I forgot to send them a thank you….), but I also single-handedly blame them for making me suffer through some of the worst travesties known to mankind - turning classic 80s tunes into kid-friendly

Lady Stinkypeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586817062719427007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728696348072511092.post-72385602867005013512008-07-11T21:54:00.003-04:002009-01-05T21:57:21.347-05:00

I took Dylan to one of those kiddie haircutting places today. His bangs are always in his eyes, and now that the summer is here and it’s hot, his long, golden locks are making him sweat and scratch his neck. So, on a whim, I decided to take him for his first official haircut.The “salon” was nice; all the chairs were like those bouncy animal things they have at the park. Dylan chose the one that

Lady Stinkypeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586817062719427007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728696348072511092.post-44420510461050940042008-06-28T21:59:00.002-04:002009-01-05T22:05:42.963-05:00

This is going to sound so wrong, I know. But here’s the thing: I cannot stand this new commercialization of “Going Green”. I’ve been GG for a very long time, to the best of my abilities. We recycle every piece of paper, tin can, plastic bottle or aluminum can that passes through this house. Hell, I’m the only teacher in my building who keeps a plastic bottle recycling bag in my room (which gets

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First off, let me say that I fucking - FUCKING - love Chipotle. I don’t usually like Mexican/Latina-flavored food (I worked at Chi-Chi’s for 2 wasted years. You’d hate it, too), but I could seriously eat crackpotle at least 6 days a week for a minimum of 1 meal per day.But today, I had a disappointing Chipotle experience. The chicken in my burrito was downright bland. The savory lime-cilantro

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So I let Dylan play with the portable CD player thing we have, gave him a few throwaway CDs to play with. He’s obsessed with the classical music for babies one. And he was rockin’ out to the “Rock-a-Bye-Baby U2 Lullabies” CD. “Beautiful Day” on mellotron. Who knew he’d be so hardcore? Um, he also really likes Nancy Sinatra. Okay, so maybe I need to give him some of the good CDs…He has this little

Lady Stinkypeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586817062719427007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728696348072511092.post-40755733367371722182008-06-06T22:08:00.002-04:002009-01-05T22:10:48.708-05:00

I realized several things about myself this past weekend while at my friend’s bachelorette party:1. I am socially retarded, unless I have a relaxing cocktail.2. I am much less socially retarded once I have more than 1 relaxing cocktail.3. I am way more fun drunk than I am sober.4. I am not 25.5. I love to dance.6. Lesbians are really fun to hang out with.7. I can still stay awake past 11 p.m.8. I

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Dylan’s singing. He’s a singing fool.He has a whole bunch of teeth now, and his breath stinks if he doesn’t brush ‘em. Not like mine, or any other coffee-drinking, beer-swilling adult, but like bad toddler breath. Ok, it’s not “bad” - it’s just noticeable. He’s so cute, though, I could totally ignore it.He growls a lot. He thinks he’s a dinosaur.

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“There’s a giant wang on my desk!”Aah, high school.“I’ll sign your restroom pass in a minute, Mike; right now, I’m cleaning a penis off the desk!”

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My Friend Fred:

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.. Until the school year is over! Yippee! I’ll miss the little buttholes.I’m excited about next year; I’ve chosen to add Candide - to replace Brave New World (see blog from August, 2007) to my honors classes, as well as The Spoon River Anthology. Yes, this does excite me. I also get to teach Gatsby to 11th graders, and since I love all things Fitzgerald, I plan to blow their minds. Or at least

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Sounds pretty, right? nope. Not so much.Dylan’s got it all over his alabaster skin. He’s spotted from head to toe with the rash. Poor kid. It looks worse than it actually is, but still. He looks like he got into a fight with a patch of briars. Or tiny polka-dot people.

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I watched “Bridge to Terabithia” last night, and it sucked! (spoiler alert!) Why’d the little girl have to die?? I hate when kids die. I cried for an hour. Then I went to bed, defeated and sick of kids dying. Stupid movie. I hate movies.…Except “Once,” which I just watched, too. It was a lovely film. Truly lovely. I enjoyed the music, too. Gonna download me some of that thar sangin’!Dylan’s lying

Lady Stinkypeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586817062719427007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728696348072511092.post-27834859118878758452008-03-19T22:21:00.000-04:002009-01-05T22:24:38.639-05:00

Here’s a funny anecdote - Hubby and I celebrated our anniversary the other night at Chrissie Hynde’s vegan restaurant. Pics of vegan/PETA-supporting celebs line the walls. Hubby, drawing on his knowledge of Miss Hynde’s relationship past, saw a picture and made a comment about “Ray Davies’ picture even made it onto the wall.” I turned to look at the photo, and said to him, “Honey, that’s

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I don’t have any. I shouldn’t be doing this right now. My kid is, appropriately enough, playing in the cupboards, throwing pots and pans, scratching the precious kitchen floor. I wish he wasn’t afraid of snow; I’d take him out and let him play. He needs to play. Our house is small, stifling. So is snow. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t like it. Too oppressive. Over at Ryan Adams' blog, he’s talking

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