Friday, May 25, 2007

Hillbilly Mom Lite this evening's edition of Hillbilly Mom Lite.

*Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is attending graduation festivities tonight.
*It is part of her contract, as in 'other duties as needed'.
*She must arrive at an ungodly hour, since parking spaces are at a premium.
*So there will be none of the ME-fest that usually comprises this blog.
*HM worked at school from 7:40 a.m. to 2:15 p.m.
*She did not throw the baby out with the trash.
*In fact, she did not even throw out the trash.
*But she saw a baby in the hall.
*The Hillbilly boys were fed a lunch of leftover breakfast McDonald's sausage biscuits.
*And a supper of Save-A-Lot corn dogs.
*Their arteries are hardening faster than concrete at 107 degrees in a sunny desert city.
*Mrs. HM finished the main part of her big project today.
*All it needs is fine tuning.
*She has 21 hours and 40 minutes in that project.
*Now she can take her time with the math part.
*Mabel and Mrs. HM have their own spy business.
*HM is going to sing like a canary when she sees Mabel tonight.
*The books on top of the sagging cabinet were moved next door to a storage room.
*They are stored under a table with a microfiche reader on it.
*Methinks they will not be noticed, as the microfiche is not in high demand.
*Go figure.
*Mrs. HM's top half of the brokeback doorstops was found in that storage room.
*He was unceremoniously scooped up and tossed in the closet.
*Somewhat fitting, don't you say?
*We should have started this spy business sooner.
*The double-secret program that the big project is written in kicked HM out.
*HM almost cried, since there were 6 hours of work in question.
*#1 geek said it was expected, to make sure she wasn't just soaking up bandwidth.
*After a restart, Mrs. HM was again able to access the info.
*Only 3 small items were lost.
*They were restored in short order, by cracky!
*Tonight Mrs. HM will leak a few tears during the music/picture salute to the seniors.
*She's funny like that.
*Graduation: the official demarcation of the school year and summer.
*Thank the Gummi Mary!


Cazzie!!! said...

Thank the Gummi Mary for teechers like you HBM..... Enjoy the time....look forward to your Summer posts.

Redneck. Diva. said...

I'm sure that attending a graduation ceremony as a teacher is touching. I'm sure that attending my kids' graduation ceremonies someday will be touching as well. But as I sat through a graduation ceremony a few weeks ago and watched the girls (and one guy) sniffle and sob through the entire thing, I thought back to my own graduation. Not a tear, not a sniffle. I had a date afterwards and was just ready to get things over with. And start my life that would become full of ending sentences with prepositions.

My last day of school my Senior year was just as unemotional - I drove out of the school parking lot, expecting and kind of wishing I'd feel something, but I didn't. It was just another day and I was finally rid of the a$$holes I'd had to put up with on a daily basis.

I guess I was pretty jaded for an 18 year old. Glad I'm not still. ha.

Oh, and while my kids' arteries aren't hardening as I type, they are most surely malnutritioned from eating nothing but PB&J. I'm just sure of it. But I'm not jaded.

Mean Teacher said...

I cry when I see video of graduations of people I don't even know.

I choked back tears at my college graduation. I could've filled buckets if I hadn't been concerned about looking uncool in front of my fellow "we're too cool for this" English majors.

Stewed Hamm said...

All I really remember about my High School Grabyourbadger is that before they would hand over my diploma, they tried to bilk me out of $8 for "library fines" when I had made a point to never use the school library throughout my entire HS career.

Being friends with the principal's kid has its privileges. He sorted those bitches out in short order.

Hillbilly Mom said...

I'm glad you appreciate the value of the Gummi Mary. My summer posts are usually not as exciting as the school year posts. Kind of like summer reruns. You are very loyal to stick around through the slow summer posts.

I don't remember being sad at my graduation. I remember feeling superior. I was valedictorian, you know. I have to mention that once a week. It's my nature.

And you, it seems, are a malnutritioner.

You are OH SO SENSITIVE. It will get you nowhere. So toughen up, cupcake! Live up to your name, by cracky!!!

Don't sweat the library. As you found out, it's not what you know, but WHO you know.