Things that go "HELP!!!!" in the night... my first MMP

Haze - I hope you’re at the doctor’s office RIGHT NOW!!

I’m not so homicidal as yesterday, which is a good thing, I think.

Yesterday was:

(A) - Monday

and…
(2) One of those days EVERYONE had to argue with me, bitch and moan at me or do stupid things and then say “huh?..what?” to me.

I fired a guy - the man was on double secret probation anyway - this is the guy that you may recall from some weeks ago, that got off the bus to have a pee and a smoke with a kid left waiting for him on the bus? Well, it seems last week that he had an anger episode on a bus full of elementary school kids. The principal and AP sent me e-mails about it, I asked, he didn’t deny getting mad, I fired.

I could summarize, but it’s much more fun to copy/paste the e-mails I got. So here: (redacted to hide names)

**It was communicated with me today (12/8/06) that the Bus Driver of bus #XX was using inappropriate language yesterday. One student came and told Mr. XXXX, Principal of XXXX Elementary, that he (the bus driver) said sh*t and another word that was “in the top 10”. Another student told Mrs. Xxxxx, 3rd grade teacher at XXXXX, that the bus driver of bus # XX said crap and the “f” word. When asked what the “f” word was, the student said it was not fart, but the really big “f” word. **

So since then every time I hear profanity, I ask “is that one of the Top Ten?”

No one gets it. :rolleyes:

Bobbio I know that. By the way where’s this weekend’s Christmas parade? Hooterville? Pixley? Crabwell Corners? Mt. Pilot?

<snip> When asked what the “f” word was, the student said it was not fart, but the really big “f” word. <snip>

BWAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!

Ima have the giggles the rest of the day over this. Priceless!

Haze - I am posting specifically to say, hie thee to a doctor. Knee injuries are the worst, and they are sneaky. Listen. LISTEN! My aunt just got both her knees replaced this year. No, I am not connecting those things but you simply MUST take care of your knees - they are the stupidest part of the human body. Get going right now, that’s an order, young lady!

Now I’m going to be making a Top Ten List. Did anybody watch How I Met Your Mother last night? There was this whole thing about one character called Willow a “grinch.” Only “grinch” wasn’t the word he used, it was the Mother Of All Bad Things You Can Call A Lady … well, it was funny if you saw it. Never mind.

Haze, I will also say get the to a doctory. I know you probably don’t feel like it, and I can’t blame you, but just in case, get it checked out. I waited two days before going to the doctor after a car accident once, and while I didn’t intend to sue anybody, one of the nurses told me I shouldn’t have waited so long. (Then she wrapped up my sprained wrists and said “Just be careful with that cracked rib, hon.”)

Ok, now, about other fun things. I wanted that post to be ONLY about Haze and doctor.

We got our office poinsietta today. The landlord always gives us one. I really don’t like poinsiettas, I’m niot sure why. Maybe it’s because they’re so flamboyant at Christmas when you get them and then they turn green and I have never been able to get them to turn red again. Maybe because we get so many of them!

Last dance class of the year tonight, and I baked cookies last night to bring over.

MBG, when you said you’d fired someone, I thought of that guy straight off. While being unemployed sucks, that guy makes me think of this trucker-wannabe who failed his written driving test in Florida for the 12 time while I passed mine. Some people are better kept away from delicate stuff like 18-wheelers and kids.

Gotta love the way the kids reported the anger incident :smiley:

No parade this time. We take Santa on the truck to the courthouse to pass out candy. When we run out of kids there, we still have Santa on the truck and drive around town to the houses of the kids we know who didn’t show up at the courthouse and give them bags at their front door.

Oh, and you forgot Bugtussel. :stuck_out_tongue:

OK-I am late for job #2 (library), so here is “dirty birth” in less than 100 words.

Deliveries or births that occur outside of the controlled environment of the OB unit and/or OR suite are considered contaminated. IMS, there are other considerations–like the baby may have more tests to make sure they didn’t pick up any stray germ etc.

We have come a long way from the days when the docs would go straight from the morgue and doing autopsies to catching babies–with no pesky personal hygiene in between…Google Semelweiss, and Oliver Wendell Holmes --that should do it.
I want a DAY OFF.

I am also constructing a Top Ten list of curse words…sorry couldn’t read more-late!

Ouch, Haze. I’m sorry. They should have asked you somthing simpler, like, ‘what was the last paper you wrote?’ :smiley: Remembering dates is hard.

I’m glad the date thing went well-ish, rosie. I hope things develop nicely, romantic relationship or no.

(Marilynne Robinson fanatic mode on)Everyone should buy it(MRfmo) In the review in Housekeeping Vs. The Dirt, Nick Hornby said he had to re-read many passages a couple of times before he half-understood them. It’s something you want to inscribe into your brain over slow reading so that your subconcious can work on it. It’s probably the most meditative book I’ve ever read.

I’m going to quote a passage, and forgive me if I’ve posted it before. For anyone who hasn’t already gotten synopsis and plot from me, it’s a novel that’s a series of letters written by a dying man to his very young son. He himself is in his late 70s. He’s a minister, the son and grandson of abolitionist ministers.

“For me writing has always felt like praying, even when I wasn’t writing prayers, as I was often enough. You feel that you are with someone. I feel I am with you now, whatever that can mean, considering that you’re only a little fellow now and when you’re a man you might find these letters of no interest. Or they might never reach you, for any number of reasons. Well, but how deeply I regret any sadness you have suffered and how grateful I am in anticipation of any good you have enjoyed. That is to say, I pray for you. And there’s an intimacy in it. That’s the truth.”
*"This is an important thing, which I have told many people, and which my father told me, and which his father told him. When you encounter another person, when you have dealings with anyone at all, it is as if a question is being put to you. So you must think, What is the Lord asking of me in this moment, in this situation?

If you confront insult or antagonism, your first impulse will be to respond in kind. But if you think, as it were, This is an emissary sent from the Lord, and some benefit is intended for me, first of all the occasion to demonstrate my faithfulness, the chance to show that I do in some small degree participate in the grace that saved me, you are free to act otherwise than as circumstances would seem to dictate. You are free to act by your own lights. You are freed at the same time of the impulse to hate or resent that person. He would probably laugh at the thought that the Lord sent him to you for your benefi (and his), but that is the perfection of the disguise, his own ignorance of it."*

Two passages. I don’t think that violates any Board policies. Everyone I know is getting it (as well as chocolate and cookies) for Christmas.

Today I’m doing the laundry, cleaning the kitchen, making the yummy Oreo truffles from another thread, baking a cake, and then we’re going to Mr. Lissar’s godparents’ house for dinner, and I will ask them if we can hold Christmas Eve at their house. Whee!

My goodness, haze, what a scarey thing to happen. You let that driver off easy.

We had a couple of interesting incidents involving cars here overnight. The first was a head on collision involving two cars on the Interstate. No one knows how the driver going the WRONG WAY managed it. The second involved love gone wrong . Seems a fella wanted to take out his girlfriend who worked at a kiosk inside. And I don’t mean for dinner. Apparently he misjudged his speed, so his car went through glass barriers, crashed into the escalator and fell to the first floor. What a world.

rosie, you devil, you! :wink:

Well, nava, you most certainly should be able to get some chocolate cookoo clocks in the Black Forest, no?

Nothing new to report from my end.

Be careful what you ask for. You just may get it.

In fact, you just did get it.

I tried to warn him Sean. Some people just won’t listen to the voice of experience though.

Bobbio I didn’t mention Bugtussel or Siler City. I figured y’all didn’t go to the big cities. :smiley:

Right. Laundry’s done. Is it naptime?

I think it’s naptime. Hmm. The bed is covered in clean laundry.

I keep telling you that I live in Hooterville.

And I gave him plenty of chances in the email to stop right there. Lots and lots of blank lines.

So, what, you won’t let Bobbio throw candy at ya anyways?

That was nice of you to give Spats plenty of chances. Especially for a straight middle aged white guy. :smiley:

Is it wrong that I chuckled at it? As far as I can see, it’s no worse than dead baby jokes. I guess it takes a lot to offend me. (Standard disclaimer: I also have a very healthy distinction between fantasy and reality. None of this offends me only because I know that it’s not real.)
Anyway, here’s today’s pun, offered up with a side dish of apologies to Douglas Adams.

Today I have a bunch of odds and ends to take care of. This is a good thing, because I need to take a sizable break from video games. In particular, I CAN’T MOVE MY ARMS. That Wii Sports boxing is intense, lemme tell ya. But first, food.

Ok, I want the joke too. Spats, you have my e-mail, please?

Spats, I like your pun today. Anything to do with Douglas Addams.

Me too! E-mail’s in my profile.

Gah, how lazy is that, to not just post a formal request.

I got my hair cut!

Noooooooo 'Mika Noooooooooo!!! Do not ask for the joke. The joke is a bad thing. A truly bad thing.

Though I did snicker just a little bit.