Creepy Crawlies

When Keels got on the computer this morning, there was a spider scurrying along the wall behind it. She got some toilet paper, pressed it up against the crawly...and then dropped him. I am currently sitting with my feet up on the chair with me...no easy task, since my butt takes up most of the room.

I thought I saw another one running along the wall by the kitchen, but it disappeared into the pile of Christmas packages that we still haven't sent away. The problem is that the spiders here are a sort of beige color, and they blend in with the carpet.

Keels got another sub job today. Perhaps I will get a call tomorrow. The search for an actual full-time job continues. That is all.

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Internet Scavenger Hunt, yoinked from Nats.

This one is just what it says: Search the net for the requested picture!

You can post the actual item, or just post the link to it. Post it HERE in this message VIA reply.

Have fun!

Once you post your pic....then you name the next item to find, then the next person picks up the game! :D

Find me a picture of a cold foot.

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Got a late sub call today, for the intermediary school right across the field. 5th and 6th grade music class. They are working on their piano unit, and so they each have a keyboard they sit at.

I will most likely be called back tomorrow, because the teacher will still be gone and the office requested me back.

I hate sixth graders.

Job search continues.

Would it be bad of me if, tomorrow when the kids are leaving, I said, "Goodbye, with any luck I will never see you again."?

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Song meme, stolen from...just about everyone on my FList.

Take lyrics to a song, paste them to Google Language Tools.
Translate them from English to German, then from German to French, then
from French back to English. Post the lyrics on your blog and ask
people to guess what song it is.

I to say, that I it mass it to affect to want,
that I they in my hand to break to want,
I something to raise to want, which wild and unruly
I aus hard reason
in the comfort of your arm
on a cushion von bluebonnets
in a cover to sleep to want, which by the star
Oh- to form zu with me to resound good,
I to mean Cowboy
to fly away this girl so strong to take,
who you in which wild free blue to adjust me to be able
Oh- I naeeher sky on and naeeher you naeeher to request from you

"Naeeher"? As far as I know, it's not German, French, or English. So what is it? The world may never know. Or it could be German, because I don't know any of that.

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I would not do well as a cop. There was a time in high school when I wanted to go to Police Academy. There was a time I wanted to be a soldier. Both of these dreams had something to do with getting in shape...it would be like having a personal trainer, and eventually I would be able to do a pull-up by myself.

I'm watching CSI, and I see a cop lady yelling at some gang members, lecturing them. One of them spits angry words back at her, and it reminded me of some of the kids I've met subbing. And I thought, "If I can barely handle an 11-year-old being angry at me, there is no friggin way I would be able to handle a gang member yelling at me and making innuendos and whatnot."

Picture this scenario:

Me: You need to wake up and grow up, realize what you're doing to yourself! Stop screwing things up for yourself before you end up in jail or dead!

Gang member: I didn't do nothin'! You bitch. Don't make me get all up in your face! *face lunge* *more gangsta talk that you'll have to imagine yourself, because damn. I'm bad at this.*

Me: *blush* *stammer* Uh...um..

Gang member: *mimic* Uh...um...THAT ALL YA GOT TA SAY, BITCH?

Me: *collapse, assume fetal position* Please don't yell at me, scary man!

I really wish I was tougher. That I could yell at kids and have them shut up and respect me. I mean, in a few years, these children might well be gang members. It would be nice to know I'm able to intimidate them. Or come on, at least command some attention.

Something where I could say, "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" and have their trusting, eager-to-please little faces turn toward me, smiling. Not malicious smiles, either, just eager ones.

I used to like kids. After subbing, I don't think I do anymore.

Nono, that's not true. I still like kids. I love spending time with them. I just don't like teaching them. I love playing with kids, but I hate being the authority that says, "You need to sit the hell down and shut the hell up now, biznitches, before I beat you with this chalkboard eraser."

My feet and legs hurt, too. *rubs her eyes* I think I need a hug.