I Read Banned Books

Until we bitches meet on the flip side for the first time …

Keep on rockin’, Lisa.  You are loved and will be missed.

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann’d:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

~ Christina Rossetti

On the eighth day, God created the CPAP machine.  And not a moment too late because you know that snoring can kill.

You heard it here first.  The psycho hose beast is now sleeping with Darth Vader.  If he says,  “CV, I’m your lover” in a come hither voice, I am going to pass for a few nights because it will be fucking fantastic to get a snore-free sleep.

Wait a hot minute.  On second thought, who is that masked man?

As I was readying to leave work on time today, I received a radio call that one of the late bus drivers needed assistance with the students on his route.  I walked out to the bus loading area, annoyed that I might have to deal with some hood rat bastard or beotch after a very positive and productive day at work.

I recognized the driver as a newby, and I knew instantly that the students were obviously testing him.  He related that the previous day on the ride home the majority of students stood up in the middle of the aisle and formed a Soul Train line.  Honestly, it took everything I had not to burst out in laugh-out-loud guffaws and snickers at the image this created in my head.  I asked him to get everyone loaded and seated on the bus, so that I could address everyone at once about passenger safety and expectations.

After giving my usual spiel that bus transportation is a privilege not a right, I told students that the Soul Train line was not allowed on the ride home anymore.  T-Dawg, a student I know by his street name because I see him that often, raised his hand, waited for me to recognize him, and said, “My Grandma used to watch Soul Train.  That be old skool, Miss.”

There is never a dull moment at In Da Hood Middle School 3.0 nor on the bus ride home.  It is the “hippest trip in Vegas, baby.”

P.S.  When WordPress is not FUBAR, you will see a retro vibe video here.

When I can master the following daily habits, maybe I will be less stressed.

1. Early to bed.
2. Early to rise.
3. Eat breakfast.
4. Exercise.
5. Meditate.
6. Floss.
7. Read.
8. Write.
9. Prepare.
10. Reflect.

This quick meme is my baby.  You better give me credit if you thieve it.

Quote someone:

“A man who limits his interests, limits his life.” ~ Vincent Price

Unusual fact:

Alfred Hitchcock had a morbid fear of eggs (ovaphobia).

Irreverent thought:

Bite me … sideways.

Caption a picture:

I want it all, and I want it delivered.

Knock Knock Joke:

Knock, Knock!
Who’s there?
Voodoo.
Voodoo who?
Voodoo you think you are?

Citizen Janey told me on Plurk tonight that the original Phillip Spaulding, Grant Aleksander, has risen from the dead and returned to Guiding Light.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Excuse me while I set my DVR like a lovesick teenager all over again.

In other news, Reva is pregnant.  Damn you, vile woman!  I am being sucked back into the light.