8/2/10

All of My Monday

Hello, Monday.  We're off to a speedy start, this inverted weekend of mine.  Walked.  Got my Baby Bees back.  Well, that's all at 8:50 AM, but you can be assured that much will intervene in the making of this post, and then a whole lot of whatever the fuck I want.  First, let's live bloggily check the AISD site for jobs.  It's Monday, three weeks before school starts; that's about the time you might want to make sure you got all your bases covered if you're a principal (reading my blog), right?  Wait, an (olde skool) XBox hookup minor emergency.  Tea water started.  Look, something shiny.

Oooh, my pal Lindsay Lohan was released from jail.  What a relief.  I expect she'll be calling soon.  Every time she loses her phone, she's calling me to get everyone's number.  Last time, I implored her to do that Facebook group thing where people send you their numbers.  She'll be calling soon to ask how to make a fb group.  That's the only time she calls, when she needs something.  Maybe she'll call me to be a designated driver next time, or to help her remove her ankle monitor properly, or to be Samatha's date when she feels like getting a little cock.

Sorry, it's Monday morning.  While many of you are starting your work weeks, I'm full-on Friday night over up in here.  Where was I?  Oh yeah, back to school.  I have granola in my teeth.  Yep, nope, no middle school math positions available.  Nor are there any suitable elementary positions.  Why, oh why aren't I bilingual?  I blame somebody that's not me.  Ok, sub app on file for Elgin.  There's one middle school math position in Manor, but I think I just submitted that application for the third time.  Ok.  Now, it's 9:34 and I now have a sub application submitted to Manor ISD.  Remember when you used to have to get a paper and look in the classifieds to find jobs and if you wanted to submit an application, you had to go there to do so.  I miss that kinda, because showing up was half the battle and once you got there to apply, they treated you all nicely, like you just showed up for work without getting paid. Of course, it wasn't really like that always.  Oftentimes, you sat in the lobby of the place and had to face the humiliation of handing someone a piece of paper you had the distinct feeling he or she was just going to throw in the trash the second you walked out the door.  Ah, memories.

Yesterday was the day my eldest, aka The Lip Model, became famous.  I really don't want my blog to come up in searches for the fashion shoot, but remember I told ya'll about her being in one of the shots for Italian E11e.  She's "with" in Don't er Fuck with Tejas.  Here are some (there are a million-- well, a bunch) links:  here, here, here, here (oh, it's the top pic there), and that's enough.  Hay mas, pero mi'ja es solo en el un.  The hard copy won't be available here for another week according to B&N and Borders; I tried to enlarge the pic enough to see if they include her name, and I can't tell, but don't think they do.  And, she didn't get paid, but still... it's pretty cool.

Well, it's 9:54 and I hear a harmonica, a weed-eater, noises I dont want to hear from the XBox and a meowing kitteh.  He was bad and knocked down the new trash can with lid I got to prevent just such things.  Apparently, not being petted by me is pure TORTURE.  Take mental note.  It's true.

Snaggletooth and I have an art making date and The Genius just let the cat in the proverbial bag and here we are at the end of the line.  All that's left for us to do besides kiss 'til you have a hard on is get a video.  

I want to do a Two Great Tastes and it was almost Johnny Cash doing Personal Jesus or Hurt or My Chemical Romance doing Under Pressure, but there may be no finer cover than this here, Ween doing All of My Love....



Oh, I need another. Almost did them (uh) doing Hot for Teacher, and then was almost Piss Up a Rope, but let's leave off with Transdermal Celebration...



Hey, you forgot to remind me about that tea water.

Aw hell, I can't get enough Ween sometimes...



Ok, I'll stop the public display and get a room with myself, which won't be my bedroom, but the kitchen and the only thing that's gonna get "done" is the dishes, but hey, our time it was sweet and there will be others...unless there aren't.
       

7 comments:

mark hoback said...

I haven't heard Ween since 'The Pod'. I guess everybody's growing up, not just your eldest. I'm with you, I blame somebody that's not me.

gennifer6 said...

Thank you for commenting on my blog, I've had a chance to check out yours now and it is downright hysterical and very, very sharp. Also congrats to the eldest bee. :) G

Lisa said...

The Lip Model's photo is gorgeous. Very cool, MOM.

Cats are contrarians and don't you forget it. I took a class on it.

And thank you for Ween.

Liberality said...

Wow! Your daughter looks a lot like you so are you famous by association?
You gotta "bee" proud.

GETkristiLOVE said...

The lip model lives up to her name.

There's two teachers on my hockey team so I have Hot For Teacher on my locker room play list.

Randal Graves said...

Your offspring's gonna be famous, hope you're ready to be knee deep in the hoopla.

How can you not have posted them doing Hot for Teacher since you're both? If 'tis true, 'tis not Rothian braggadocio, n'est-ce pas?

Cormac Brown said...

Tell The Lip Model congrats.