It is OH SO WRONG when you burn a Superstars of Country CD, and the CD info that pops up from the innernets is: Rudy, Don't Take Your Love To Town. Imagine it: "You've painted up your lips, and rolled and curled your tinted hair...Rudy are you contemplating going out somewhere?"
On that musical note, let me share with you the pitiful musical smarts of today's youth. This morning, a student told me he and his brother bought the greatest music EVER last night: The Queens. "Hmm..., " I hummed politely. "I have not heard of them." He gawked at me. "YOU'VE never heard of The Queens?" I shook my head. "No. Do you mean, maybe, 'QUEEN', like, 'A Night at the Opera' Queen?" He ducked his head. "Oh...yeah."
I probably should comb my hair at least once a day.
When your 7th grade girlfriend breaks up with you at lunch, I kind of think she has given up any right to call you after school and complain that you ignored her all afternoon.
I am about to pull a prank on a co-worker. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but just tease him. The ball is already in motion. I hope Basementia has my back.
Here's a novel idea for kids: Sleep at home at night. Stay awake at school during the day.
For 3 months I have been telling HH that the new brakes he put on my LSUV are still squealing, and I am tired of people staring at me when I stop. HH has told me that there is nothing wrong with the brakes. They are new. They just make that noise because they are new. My #1 son informed me that last week, HH heard the brakes on his Mercedes squeal. He said he is going to have to fix them. I brought up my braking issues once again, and HH said, "Oh, your brakes squeal? I've never heard them."
I set up my classroom for a lab tomorrow with my 9th graders. I know. I'm very, very brave. But what I set out to tell you is: Some teachers are VERY possessive with their stuff. Go figure!
It is amazing how many kids can score 100 on a lab safety test when they know they can not participate if they miss even ONE question.
What do you buy a 90-year-old for her birthday?
Staying after school every day until 5:00 is not how I intended to spend my twilight years.
Tonight is a new Survivor.
Buh bye, now!
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"Rudy don't take your love to town..." Here I thought that movie was about football and following your dreams. I had it all wrong!
I actually read this post last week when you posted it, but haven't had time to comment. But I do want you to know that I have sung "Rudy" since then. Abby was listening to me singing it and said, "Oh my GOSH, Mom! Why does he want to put her in the ground if she just got all dressed up to go out?!?"
Kids these days.
StewyouneedtolearnyourRudys,
I kept picturing that old guy from Survior 1, the gnarled, retired sailor who buddied up with Richard Hatch.
Diva,
In my opinion, it's better than singing that Hole In The Bucket song all the time. Remember that? Oh. You couldn't FORGET it. Oops.
Yeah, apparently it's OK to put her in the ground if she's just laying around eating bon bons in her housecoat and a pink rubber-flowery shower cap.
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