HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIBKITTY

Y'all, I just spent 2+ hours not 10 feet away from Willie Mays, one of the greatest players in baseball history. SO FREAKIN' COOL. Siiting at our table was Armando Benitez, who was quite charming and handsome to boot - he's lost about 15-20 pounds from when that headshot was taken, he's lookin' goooooooood.

As was Zito. Heh.

Happy, happy birthday, libkitty! With all kinds of happies and sparklies and cake! I hope 40 treats you fabulously (I'm joining you and Cindy on the 6th).

Happy Birthday, libkitty!

Empress! Check your cell phone voicemail when you get a chance. Smooches!

Happy b, kittylib!

Rage is in today? Oh, good; I'm all fashionable. Calling all teachers -- I have had my first "curling my hands into fists so I don't cut a bitch who is also my student" days.

Man, I was so MAD. "I don't have to respect you. Respect has to be EARNED."

Yeah, you know what? You're parroting this line at me, spoiled little skank princess who thinks she so freaking smart, and yet can't develop a sentence? You're not smart, you're just spoiled by your momma and I don't know what would constitute you respecting anyone, unless it involeves them buying you yet another Coach bag. You don't know what respect IS, you annoying little CHILD, but you will be fucking courteous, because I have a line and you have just crossed it, and I have been through to much to be smartmouthed by a lazy little bitchface whom I have given NO reason to be such a bitch to except that I don't think you shit Chanel fucking number 5.

And you don't know what class is -- something has to have a label or a price tag on it that dictates your "respect."

Stupid wench. I wish your momma would slap you and make you get a fucking job.

I will delete this post in a while, but I had to vent, so I can go back in a week and deal with her with the class she'll never have. No matter how many labels she possesses.

Ooooh. Little wee bitch. Grr.

Why did I not know that the CEO of my company is a hottie? We had a quarterly department meeting with higher ups, and at the head of the room were the head of the department, the chief operations officer and the CEO, none of whom I know on site. One older guy with a mild paunch and all his hair, one mostly bald guy with a bigger paunch, and one tall, thin guy with lots of dark brown hair and a well-trimmed beard. I figured the CEO was the bald one. Nope, he was the tall, think, bearded one with the dark eyes.

I'm not sure what the corporate etiquette is for not hearing the topic of conversation because you were too busy thinking, "Does the CEO look like Dean with a beard, or does Dean look like the CEO but shorter and no beard?"

Oh DON'T delete the post! I love the wrathful, righteous teacher rage! (And have so been there.) In fact, I may bookmark it and read it when a student makes me feel the same way.

Kristin, I can't get into my voicemail right now Can you IM or call me back?

Shoe post!

I want these wedge sandals [link] but these [link] are similar and a lot less $$.

Totally adorable argyle tennies [link]

juliana, Emmett demands to know how you came to be sitting 10 feet away from Willie Mays, and whether you talked to him, and what he said. And anything you'd like to say about your close encounter with Barry Zito would be most welcome too.

ION, I was stuck in the East Bay this morning and consequently got to have brunch with Suzi! She inspected Matilda's teeth and had a rousing conversation, and I got to see K-Bug deep in school mode, all stressed over a softball game and AP classes and the cost of prom tickets and still a thoroughly adorable and fetching young woman.

After lunch we went to Peet's, where I breastfed Matilda and ran into one of the hazards of living in the Bay Area. Breastfeeding mothers elsewhere in the US get officious prudes huffing at them and demanding that they cover up; breastfeeding mothers here get super-friendly people so eager to show how fine they are with public breastfeeding and how fond they are of babies that they plop themselves down right next to you and start chatting to the baby in mid-suck. I appreciate the support, kindly old man, but please STEP AWAY FROM MY NIPPLE.

Matilda is in her new(ish) playpen out on the back porch, sucking on her toes.

Lastly, Happy birthday, libkitty!!!