X-Posted cause it's funny as shit and just so typically me.

I did an asinine thing at the grocery store. I was buying bread and stuff and asked fot cigs for Joe and myself. The checker went off, grabbed them, brought them back, and showed them to me. I gave her thumbs up. Or, rather, NSM.

I flipped her off.

And proceeded to almost die of embarrasment in the middle of Albertson's. Fortunately, she had a good sense of humor, saw the beet-red heat on my face as I stammered an apology to her in which I said, "Obviously, I do that too often for it to be my default finger signal."

I can never go in there ever ever again.

Now I have mountain dew all over my computer.

Does anybody know if that James Marsters' TV movie he did a bit ago is available on tape or DVD? I've got the urge to watch him in a tux again--though his hair is too short--and I foolishly didn't tape it.

Does anybody know if that James Marsters' TV movie he did a bit ago is available on tape or DVD? I've got the urge to watch him in a tux again--though his hair is too short--and I foolishly didn't tape it.

What do you think this is, a thread about Spike?!? Where are the baby pictures or links to cat stacking or lewd stories about inappropriate uses for vegetables?

...

Oh wait.

Um.

Carry on.

What do you think this is, a thread about Spike?!?

Sorry, what was I thinking?

If it makes you feel any better, Aimee, I could well imagine myself doing that very thing on Friday, which was a day for the recordbooks for its badness. It's very odd, because nothing went all that wrong for me, and it actually ended up quite nicely, but I hate yesterday like a thing that I hate very much indeed.

today:

walked about 7 miles. I did get a gift and an office chair.

party 6 to midnight

DH just left on his bike to help with downtown traffic.( they close the main st at midnight to let the antique dealers in ) the cat cried when he left.

May I just say that juliana is made of awesome?

I might just be a tad tipsy.

Aimee, if you'd done that when I was cashiering, you would have instantly become my favorite customer, particularly once you said, "Obviously, I do that too often for it to be my default finger signal."

Don't deprive the Albertson's cashier the joy of seeing you, regularly.

waves

...so I'm still trying to wrap my head around the time difference between Bangkok and you folks, and, well, I haven't actually got a fucking clue. I've decided that I'm twelve hours into the future. (When I was organising my classroom [organising is perhaps not an ENTIRELY accurate choice of word, but neither is it entirel inaccurate] I was tickled pink when I picked up the inflatable globe and played at 'I am here! Mum is here! Buffistas are here and here and here!')

Anyhoo - HURRAH! For I have moved into my new studio apartment, and although, yes, it is tiny like a teeny tiny thing, it is also fucking GORGEOUS. Made of awesome. I welcomed myself to the apartment by watching Slings and Arrows Season 1 on the DVD player (which tried to convince me that it couldn't play said DVDs, because they were the wrong region, but I scritched it under the chin and talked about salad shooters and eventually it surrendered in bafflement and played the DVDs, yay!).

I heart Canada, and still fully intend to become Canadian. Eventually.

Anyway, yes, I have an apartment and it is full of shiny things! Today I'm looking for things with which to catproof it - sadly I've not got hold of any big rag rugs to cover the lovely leather sofabed, but I HAVE got seat covers for the dining chairs and I've bought Daniel a squishy catbed/tent thingy that is shaped & coloured like a giant tomato. And I bought him a lovely squishy cushiony thing too. I plan to hide these in Daniel-friendly places, so that he can hide in them and feel cosy and secure.

However, I have not yet obtained a cat litter tray or litter. Hopefully tomorrow? And then I can bust him out of the cattery and introduce him to the flat.

Did I mention that I'm on the 18th floor, with fabulous views of Bangkok? The view is particularly grand at night. Also we have a wee garden bit that I've got access to, and a gym (which I'm going to explore this evening) and a pool which is WAY cool. It has a waterfall and turtles spitting water into it. Stone turtles. Not real turtles. This probably merits clarification, all things considered.

Tomorrow is my first day of teaching Year 2 (Grade 1 age, Grade 2 academic standards). Gulp. Pray for me? Because I really really want to do this WELL. Like, really well. And I want to be patient and kind. I'm worried that I may be shouty. I can be shouty sometimes, and I don't want to be all Snape-like on their asses because they are ickle and wee, but sometimes I just default to it because I'm more geared towards teaching 'To be or not to be' than 'B or not B'.

Patience. Kindness.

(...which I just typed as kinkness. Fuck.)

Anyway, yeah - hopefully it will all go well. I think I know what I'm doing and my classroom looks okay, although not as fab as I want it to. But it'll do. Insh'allah.

In the process of organising my shit this afternoon I discovered that TWO of my kids have their birthday tomorrow!!! So I have gone out today and bought Birthday cards and a couple of birthday balloons and some stickers. I'm a bit torn about the cake situation, but I think that probably I won't do cake. It's the first day of school. Maybe one of them will bring cake?

...I think I may buy some fish for the class too, this week. And some plants.

I'm really very excited about having my own class again. It's fab!