The Big Squish

So I got my very first mammogram today. Women are supposed to start getting regular mammograms at the age of 35. I'm only 30, but my grandmother has had breast cancer twice, my mother has had irregular mammogram readings twice now, and my aunt went through kemo this summer for breast cancer.

So I went to get my boobies squished today. It's nowhere near as bad as everyone says it is. I mean sure, it's uncomfortable, and it hurts just a tad, but come on ladies. Don't be weenies. Go get the titties smashed and make sure you aren't ill.

I'll know in about a week if I have a clean bill of health. I'm not worried.

Random

"Apologize" still makes me teary eyed. Weird. It's a wonderful song to belt out to in the solitude of your car.

I am uninvited to a wine and cheese party because D's gf is going to be there. Odd. Never thought our paths would cross. I suppose it's a good thing I knew in advance and wasn't blindsided Friday night. Talk about AWKWARD!

My best friend really dislikes me right now. She feels as if I've started a fight. I feel like I haven't. It's at a stalemate, I suppose. Sucks. That's girls, though. Always some sort of drama.

A few students have taken to burning each other at school. Why? I don't get it. The bad thing is they did it in a classroom. Luckily not mine. And I thought I had bad classroom management at times. At least I know no one is burning anyone else.

One of my students stole my brand new pack of smiley face stickers today. They're for my tracking charts on my board. I think the idiot plans on placing stickers up next to his or her name so it looks like they've done more assignments than they really have. Do they really think I'd go off that? I do have a grade book, dumbass!

I'm tired. Going to bed now.

Good Things

Thanksgiving was great. My parents, my brother, my in-laws, and in-law aunt, and my great in-laws all came over for the day. It was wonderful to be surrounded in my house by love and happiness. We drank and were merry. Everyone played with the little one, and he was the life of the party as always. After everyone but my brother had left (the tot included), my bro, my hubby, and I all hung out, drank wine (a bit too much...ha ha) and watched the Colts game. It was so much fun. I hadn't been with my bro in so long. It was awesome.

Today the superintendent came to my school to observe me and some of my fellow coworkers. I was nervous as all get out. I knew she was scheduled to show up in my 4th period, which is my "hell bell." I am the type of person who yearns to be loved by all, and I like to do my best. I want spectacular things to be said of me. It turns out I had nothing to be nervous about. It went so well. It helped that the kids really did pull through for me and put on a show while she was there. Even so, they were still a handful, nowhere near the 'perfect class' most teachers pray for during observations. Below is the note she wrote me:

"I love your focus on results as evidenced in your messageboard and your charts! I saw lots of differentiated instruction.Students were working and making progress. Most of all, they love you and will work for you! Welcome to __________!"

Goodness how wonderful I felt today. It's definitely going into my file for those shit days when I just want to run screaming from the building and never come back.

Over-Zealous Friend or Psycho Stalker?

Being complimented can be a nice feeling. It can be very flattering to hear that you are beautiful. However, there is a fine line between innocent flirting and possible stalking.

An officer I used to work with at the kiddie prison is emailing me. I called him Officer Awesome when I worked there because whenever I asked how he was doing, he’d have a big smile on his face and he’d say “Awesome!” He was nice, not bad looking, and so very complimentary about everything I did. We were just friends, and I was happy that we could stay friends via email after I left.

However, he is beginning to make me feel very uncomfortable. He kept emailing me today, asking me what I was wearing, and flirting with comments like “since you’re having conferences, can I come over to be counseled for some issues?” He lives very near where I teach, and he began pressuring me to let him come see me. I continued to give hints like, “Behave, I’m a married woman” or “I’m just so busy,” but he continued to push to see me. Is this borderline stalkerish? He used to joke that he was going to stalk me when I left, but I never took him seriously.

I alerted my new male neighbor to my problem, and he said he would watch me walk out to my car. I work late a lot of evenings, and now I’m afraid that he may show up sometime, and I’ll be there alone. Would he hurt me? Or is this still his innocent flirting?

All I know is I don’t like it. He’s crossed the line, and I really don’t want to talk to him anymore if he’s going to always be like this.

Ick.

The Hated #4

#4 is dead to me. I hate him for life.

Okay, hate is a strong word, so maybe I should not use it. But I dislike #4 for life. FOR LIFE.

Don't get me wrong, #18 didn't do a great job, either. Six interceptions? Seriously? Only four in the first seven games, and then six in one? What the hell?

However, #4 is paid millions to do one thing: kick fucking field goals. And he misses a 29 yarder? Puh-lease! People say, "Well it was raining." AND? This man kicked field goal after field goal in the snow, people. What's a little rain?

Like I said, #4 is disliked for life. I've washed my hands of him. Buh-bye loser.