I'm bummed I have nothing exciting to write about, so I'm just going to go ahead with this anyway.
I feel incredibly frustrated I have no job; not a teaching job, just any old job to get my broke ass through the summer. Life with The Moms has been okay, but I'm ready to bounce. They're major cock blocks...not that the love life has been all that hot to begin with.
By the way, this weekend I was introduced something like so: "This is my friend, Stephanie", which nearly killed me. Well not really killed, just a tad hurt. Why couldn't I be "This is Stephanie", instead of "friend, Stephanie". Thanks, DLC :/
Oh, I'm such a liar, I did have some excitement recently! I had an interview!
I don't know what to make of the situation. It was a pre-screening interview, which will hopefully lead to "the real deal, let's give Steph a job in the fall" sorta thing. Good Lord, one can only hope.
On a sour note, The Mom's are headed to Florida and then cruising to the Bahamas...lucky cock blocks!
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Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
New Take on Dating
Remember, way back...not so long ago? Yeah, that's exactly what I meant to say. Yes, back when I was dating up a storm, sometimes double and triple booking? Good grief, it was fun, dysfunctional, discouraging and did I say fun?
For all intents and purposes you could honestly say my milkshake was bringing all the boys to the yard. Alas, I've given up my date-a-holic behavior and went as far as clearing out my mental queue of menfolk.
****SIDE NOTE: totally forgot to mention I dated an ex-male stripper in early March. How in the dickens did I forget to tell anyone!?****
Amongst, the '09/10 Date-Fest is when we ran into DLC...Surely you remember him! He's still around and I still like him. Sometimes I feel sure he likes me, and then other times I wonder if we have mutual feelings.
It's scary to wonder if he does indeed like me and see potential, and it's far easier to dole out the undeniably awkward charm to "leave an extra candle burning just in case one goes out", like my good friend told me to do. I can't play the games involved; I simply don't have it in me to deal with the kind of stuff like the message copied & pasted below, even though it's hilariously funny and we LOVE it:
"Hey hi....I do believe your profile fits your photos very well which is okay. You do seem to have a lot of positive energy about you. And you sure do take very nice pictures. If i would have been around you the day that you were wearing that outfit in photo 14 you would have had my complete attention all day long you have very very nice legs. I know i am a leg man and i would have been trying very hard not to stare at your lovely legs if I had been with you that day(oh and i would have been trying my best to see as much as i could of you...not trying to be too forward just letting you know the facts). Oh and i am not saying that your physical appearance is everything it's not...there's a lot more to you than just your legs....i think i will take another look at photo 14...well perhaps a couple of looks!!"
For all intents and purposes you could honestly say my milkshake was bringing all the boys to the yard. Alas, I've given up my date-a-holic behavior and went as far as clearing out my mental queue of menfolk.
****SIDE NOTE: totally forgot to mention I dated an ex-male stripper in early March. How in the dickens did I forget to tell anyone!?****
Amongst, the '09/10 Date-Fest is when we ran into DLC...Surely you remember him! He's still around and I still like him. Sometimes I feel sure he likes me, and then other times I wonder if we have mutual feelings.
It's scary to wonder if he does indeed like me and see potential, and it's far easier to dole out the undeniably awkward charm to "leave an extra candle burning just in case one goes out", like my good friend told me to do. I can't play the games involved; I simply don't have it in me to deal with the kind of stuff like the message copied & pasted below, even though it's hilariously funny and we LOVE it:
"Hey hi....I do believe your profile fits your photos very well which is okay. You do seem to have a lot of positive energy about you. And you sure do take very nice pictures. If i would have been around you the day that you were wearing that outfit in photo 14 you would have had my complete attention all day long you have very very nice legs. I know i am a leg man and i would have been trying very hard not to stare at your lovely legs if I had been with you that day(oh and i would have been trying my best to see as much as i could of you...not trying to be too forward just letting you know the facts). Oh and i am not saying that your physical appearance is everything it's not...there's a lot more to you than just your legs....i think i will take another look at photo 14...well perhaps a couple of looks!!"
Monday, March 1, 2010
....really...
I don’t expect all to subscribe to my personal set of ethics, but god damn!
*Note:
It's always best, in the heat of the moment, to think prior to acting...just saying 'cause you might send a Facebook message you can't take back and then whatcha gonna do? :/
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Interactive Thursday...That Means You!
*Back Story*This is a msg. exchange via Facebook. There’s a long standing drama I have no part of, want no part in, and don't even discuss, but somehow my friend, “Pam” keeps trying to drag me into the mess. I want no part of this. I dodge dramatics at all costs, but I don’t know what to do with this woman. I mean seriously, at this age!? This is worse than the 4th graders I spend my days with. (BTW these names are bullshit)
I never post this sort of crap, it's just I'm at my wits end. I feel almost guilty and uncomfortable putting this out there, but gee whiz! Oh, and the msgs below came on the heels of my EX randomly calling me up to tell me he doesn't want to talk to me anymore out of "self preservation" and blah, blah, blah bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. I can sort of understand his point, but really? I found the whole thing completely inappropriate.
So, here’s where the interactive part comes into play…what would you do?
Pam 08 February at 19:43
favor....i don't know if you are planning on attending george’s party on the 13th (or if you have even heard about it - its in the eve after my big bad b-day bbq) but i am not going (though i think i responded "yes" when drunk the other night). i just don't want the drama, which brings me to the favor.... if you are planning on going, could you please just not talk to me about it? especially that day? i know i bring up the joe/annie situation sometimes (when something notable happens), but ultimately i don't want to hear about it (especially on my b-day)...thanks bud.
Pam 25 February at 09:01
no drama, just honest communication...are you planning on associating with annie (outside of facebook?)...i ask for one reason only. if she is going to be at events you plan, i would want to know ahead of time (in the same way you might want to know if i invited you to a party and someone like...calvin...was going to be there)...No drama about it, i just wouldn't come. That is how tired of the drama i truly am. Well, that and she really did hurt me stephanie. I never said her girlfriend was charles manson - I only said the behavior was out of line. And annie spun it like I was insane and had made up some wild story. The whole thing was (and still is) very, very hurtful. I am "over it", but it is always going to hurt and that isn't drama, its just honesty. Anyway, I'd just like to know one way or the other so I can adjust accordingly (all that means is I'm not going to be anywhere she is).
Steph 25 February at 18:06
Nonsense. I wasn't even going to bother with a reply, like george's party, but here goes:
I've known you for about 10 years or so. I, for one, would never imagine you'd invite calvin to a party (or whatever) but if you did..I would imagine that YOU, as my FRIEND, would have enough RESPECT for ME that you would give me a HEADS UP.
I don't know what you think about me as a person. Clearly, not much.
On the upside, there are no worries, because I haven't planned any events, nor do I plan on planning any events. Furthermore, it's very rare you'd take my calls if there was such an event to attend, especially since you have a "screening process".
With that said, I think we're in the clear.
I could be wrong, but I'm just going to assume this is the drama you mentioned with Kent and Facebook yesterday. Whether it is or not, just for the record I have too much going on to worry myself with these sorts of issues. Please leave me out of these future discussions/communications because I will no longer respond to this sort of stuff.
Steph 25 February at 18:07
and if you're tired of drama, you shouldn't feed into it.
I'm just saying...
I never post this sort of crap, it's just I'm at my wits end. I feel almost guilty and uncomfortable putting this out there, but gee whiz! Oh, and the msgs below came on the heels of my EX randomly calling me up to tell me he doesn't want to talk to me anymore out of "self preservation" and blah, blah, blah bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. I can sort of understand his point, but really? I found the whole thing completely inappropriate.
So, here’s where the interactive part comes into play…what would you do?
Pam 08 February at 19:43
favor....i don't know if you are planning on attending george’s party on the 13th (or if you have even heard about it - its in the eve after my big bad b-day bbq) but i am not going (though i think i responded "yes" when drunk the other night). i just don't want the drama, which brings me to the favor.... if you are planning on going, could you please just not talk to me about it? especially that day? i know i bring up the joe/annie situation sometimes (when something notable happens), but ultimately i don't want to hear about it (especially on my b-day)...thanks bud.
Pam 25 February at 09:01
no drama, just honest communication...are you planning on associating with annie (outside of facebook?)...i ask for one reason only. if she is going to be at events you plan, i would want to know ahead of time (in the same way you might want to know if i invited you to a party and someone like...calvin...was going to be there)...No drama about it, i just wouldn't come. That is how tired of the drama i truly am. Well, that and she really did hurt me stephanie. I never said her girlfriend was charles manson - I only said the behavior was out of line. And annie spun it like I was insane and had made up some wild story. The whole thing was (and still is) very, very hurtful. I am "over it", but it is always going to hurt and that isn't drama, its just honesty. Anyway, I'd just like to know one way or the other so I can adjust accordingly (all that means is I'm not going to be anywhere she is).
Steph 25 February at 18:06
Nonsense. I wasn't even going to bother with a reply, like george's party, but here goes:
I've known you for about 10 years or so. I, for one, would never imagine you'd invite calvin to a party (or whatever) but if you did..I would imagine that YOU, as my FRIEND, would have enough RESPECT for ME that you would give me a HEADS UP.
I don't know what you think about me as a person. Clearly, not much.
On the upside, there are no worries, because I haven't planned any events, nor do I plan on planning any events. Furthermore, it's very rare you'd take my calls if there was such an event to attend, especially since you have a "screening process".
With that said, I think we're in the clear.
I could be wrong, but I'm just going to assume this is the drama you mentioned with Kent and Facebook yesterday. Whether it is or not, just for the record I have too much going on to worry myself with these sorts of issues. Please leave me out of these future discussions/communications because I will no longer respond to this sort of stuff.
Steph 25 February at 18:07
and if you're tired of drama, you shouldn't feed into it.
I'm just saying...
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Just Like Britney, Ooops!
I went back to where I didn’t want to go; the country.
Just what does that mean you ask? Well, there’s this guy, who for all intents and purposes I will refer to as PC, as in Pure Country, and well, he lives in the country, hence the moniker. He’s been in the picture for awhile, becoming a more dominant figure around the holidays, but I’ve opted to keep this to myself.
PC is completely “Mr. Wrong” for a number of reasons, annoying as all heck yet somewhat comical. I vowed I’d stop venturing beyond the city limit sign…
My bestie, The N, said she learned from Sex & the City, PC is the type of guy you let go of for the next girl to enjoy. I would, but I’m greedy.
Here’s how it all went down:
I hadn’t talked to him in a few weeks and had been on some dates with other guys, which made me decide to put dating on hold altogether causing me to think I wasn’t going to date, but rather focus on all the mumbo jumbo I’ve got going on, but naturally I retrogressed. Surely, you already knew this was going to happen.
As I was leaving work, I received a text from PC, a stupid, annoying text that pissed me off, especially since Parking-Lot-Blow-Job had text-ed just a few days prior. I thought, “Why are these jerk-offs bugging me?” And then I thought some more and this is where I fluffed up- PC is a jerk, but a familiar jerk; a sexy, familiar jerk.
Sexting ensued.
I found myself back at his house, sitting on his couch, drinking from the same bottle of wine I’d left over there weeks ago, smoking Marlboro cigarettes and eating pizza, while he was beside me, massaging my feet, watching some crap sitcom and continuously glancing at me, making his stupid disbelief faces because I wasn’t laughing at the show. Oh, I hate his stupid scrunched up faces!
Clearly, separation hadn’t thrown off our typical routine.
Just what does that mean you ask? Well, there’s this guy, who for all intents and purposes I will refer to as PC, as in Pure Country, and well, he lives in the country, hence the moniker. He’s been in the picture for awhile, becoming a more dominant figure around the holidays, but I’ve opted to keep this to myself.
PC is completely “Mr. Wrong” for a number of reasons, annoying as all heck yet somewhat comical. I vowed I’d stop venturing beyond the city limit sign…
My bestie, The N, said she learned from Sex & the City, PC is the type of guy you let go of for the next girl to enjoy. I would, but I’m greedy.
Here’s how it all went down:
I hadn’t talked to him in a few weeks and had been on some dates with other guys, which made me decide to put dating on hold altogether causing me to think I wasn’t going to date, but rather focus on all the mumbo jumbo I’ve got going on, but naturally I retrogressed. Surely, you already knew this was going to happen.
As I was leaving work, I received a text from PC, a stupid, annoying text that pissed me off, especially since Parking-Lot-Blow-Job had text-ed just a few days prior. I thought, “Why are these jerk-offs bugging me?” And then I thought some more and this is where I fluffed up- PC is a jerk, but a familiar jerk; a sexy, familiar jerk.
Sexting ensued.
I found myself back at his house, sitting on his couch, drinking from the same bottle of wine I’d left over there weeks ago, smoking Marlboro cigarettes and eating pizza, while he was beside me, massaging my feet, watching some crap sitcom and continuously glancing at me, making his stupid disbelief faces because I wasn’t laughing at the show. Oh, I hate his stupid scrunched up faces!
Clearly, separation hadn’t thrown off our typical routine.
Monday, February 1, 2010
piss
Today is Monday and I don’t know what to do with myself. With so much to look forward to, I was feeling pretty good and antsy about this week:
Monday: Regular school day, mac n’ cheese in the cafeteria, and 1 month closer to finishing my residency.
Tuesday: Very busy carrying out plans in the classroom and staying for after school tutoring.
Wednesday: Dinner with weekend man number two.
Thursday: Sleeping in, enjoyable breakfast, and spending the day at the university. Night outing is a total possibility.
Friday: 1st grade field trip, Dallas Burlesque Festival with the birthday girl mentioned in this post and those A sisters.
Saturday: Baby shower and whatever the hell else I feel like doing!
Sunday: Continuation of whatever the hell else I feel like doing!
Yeah, sounds good, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought until I ventured to the other side of the school to discuss the upcoming field trip. See, this isn’t just any old field trip; it’s The Field Trip of field trips! It’s the flipping Ft. Worth Stock Show! And, this lady fucking forgot about me tagging along, but says I should still be able to go since I’m faculty. Man, I hope this pans out because I’ve had my little chocolate heart set on this trip. I mean it’s the stock show for Christ’s sake; do you know what that means to me? I’ve already told you folks I want a stinking brown cow. I looove livestock! I also love those little first graders. Boo Hoo!
On the upside, ‘cause there always is one…
You already know, or are in the process of figuring out I’m a bit spaztastic. You long timers know how I feel about the Baskin Robbins Ice Cream & Cake commercial and how I think it’s the greatest. Welp y’all, they’ve got a Valentine’s edition.
BEHOLD, loves!
Monday: Regular school day, mac n’ cheese in the cafeteria, and 1 month closer to finishing my residency.
Tuesday: Very busy carrying out plans in the classroom and staying for after school tutoring.
Wednesday: Dinner with weekend man number two.
Thursday: Sleeping in, enjoyable breakfast, and spending the day at the university. Night outing is a total possibility.
Friday: 1st grade field trip, Dallas Burlesque Festival with the birthday girl mentioned in this post and those A sisters.
Saturday: Baby shower and whatever the hell else I feel like doing!
Sunday: Continuation of whatever the hell else I feel like doing!
Yeah, sounds good, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought until I ventured to the other side of the school to discuss the upcoming field trip. See, this isn’t just any old field trip; it’s The Field Trip of field trips! It’s the flipping Ft. Worth Stock Show! And, this lady fucking forgot about me tagging along, but says I should still be able to go since I’m faculty. Man, I hope this pans out because I’ve had my little chocolate heart set on this trip. I mean it’s the stock show for Christ’s sake; do you know what that means to me? I’ve already told you folks I want a stinking brown cow. I looove livestock! I also love those little first graders. Boo Hoo!
On the upside, ‘cause there always is one…
You already know, or are in the process of figuring out I’m a bit spaztastic. You long timers know how I feel about the Baskin Robbins Ice Cream & Cake commercial and how I think it’s the greatest. Welp y’all, they’ve got a Valentine’s edition.
BEHOLD, loves!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Asking For Forgiveness In Advance
How, how, how in the dickens am I supposed to teach The Texas Revolution tomorrow with minimal knowledge of Texas history? Social studies hasn’t been a priority all year and I’m supposed to jump right in with a wealth of knowledge? Fuck, I’m done. Jeepers, sorry for the dirty word. No, not really…you’ll live. Uh, on the upside, the cold eased up a bit and I managed to drag my ass to work this morning.
Speaking of work, today was definitely colorful. While taking the kiddies to the lunchroom, I had a boy say, “Ms. So and So, what’s masturbate mean?” Easily caught of guard, what could I do other than laugh and tell him knows what the word means, it's completely inappropriate to discuss at school and that’s something he needs to do in the privacy of his home, not school.
About thirty minutes later I had another student, a girl, tell me her “privacy” hurt and I was like, “Your what!?”
“Ms. So and So, my privacy hurts.” Holy hell, what do you say to that!? I asked the kid if she had to use the restroom, while trying to think up all the reasons my own crotch would hurt. After securing some privacy, I managed to find out her mom says she needs cranberry juice. Okay, okay, clear picture.
I don’t know what has contributed to my piss poor moods lately. The sickness, the kids, the TX history, the traffic, the food, the weather, the living situation, the oil change I keep putting off, the restlessness, the money, the uncertainty, the love life, the habits, the unpacked boxes…It’s a little everything, I suppose. I really need to start taking my medicine regularly because I’m not used to feeling this shitty. Stop!
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading my little rant of the day. Look forward to tomorrow’s Love Horror: Part III.
Speaking of work, today was definitely colorful. While taking the kiddies to the lunchroom, I had a boy say, “Ms. So and So, what’s masturbate mean?” Easily caught of guard, what could I do other than laugh and tell him knows what the word means, it's completely inappropriate to discuss at school and that’s something he needs to do in the privacy of his home, not school.
About thirty minutes later I had another student, a girl, tell me her “privacy” hurt and I was like, “Your what!?”
“Ms. So and So, my privacy hurts.” Holy hell, what do you say to that!? I asked the kid if she had to use the restroom, while trying to think up all the reasons my own crotch would hurt. After securing some privacy, I managed to find out her mom says she needs cranberry juice. Okay, okay, clear picture.
I don’t know what has contributed to my piss poor moods lately. The sickness, the kids, the TX history, the traffic, the food, the weather, the living situation, the oil change I keep putting off, the restlessness, the money, the uncertainty, the love life, the habits, the unpacked boxes…It’s a little everything, I suppose. I really need to start taking my medicine regularly because I’m not used to feeling this shitty. Stop!
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading my little rant of the day. Look forward to tomorrow’s Love Horror: Part III.
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