My mom sent me this e-mail forward, I thought it was kind of funny (and maybe true.. le sigh).
The money clause in middle-age is questionable at best.
P.S. Happy holidays 
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I’ve watched curling since I was a wee child – no joke. I find it fascinating. I have to this itch to try it! BUT YA KNOW, it’s KINDA obscure.. how would I even go about it? Hmm. In addition, I’ve never been much of a skater (truthfully, I know curling isn’t really “skating”, but I am NOT A BIG fan of ice). Generally speaking: me + any winter sport = fail (and danger, please get out of my way)
Who wants to join? It will be a good stretch for those groin muscles 
Plus, how could you NOT want to scream obscenities like “HURRY HARD, HARD, HARDER” with legitimacy? Com’on, it’ll be fun!
I decided to stay home today because I wasn’t sure if I had the flu bug. Whatever I’ve got, I probably caught it on the P.D. day on Friday. Remember, back in the day, when P.D. days meant a day off? Well, as it turns out, teachers don’t get that day off! “P.D.” actually stands for Professional Development, believe it or not. Being on the “other side” is kinda weird. It wasn’t too long ago that I spent my P.D. days committing random acts of sloth.
The first seminar I attended on Friday was titled “Before I started teaching, I wish I’d known…” It was led by this wonderful fourth year teacher, who has now become the history department head at her school! Crazy story, right? Anyway, she opened up a question and answer session at the end her talk, and it was during this period that a first year teacher sitting at the back of the room stuck her hand up. I can’t even remember what she commented on, but she scared the shit out of me. She looked so run down, and not the “Fuck, I had a rough night, I need a nap” look, but more of the “MY BODY IS BATTERED, I’M TAPPING OUT.” look. Don’t get me wrong, she was a beautiful woman, but she was so pale and lifeless. AND THOSE BAGS UNDER HER EYES.. :O ! My own eyes started to twitch as I stared at her hopeless attempt to cover up the distress. She was a panda with concealer. If that is what I have in store for myself, I think I should start conditioning my body now.
At this point, my hand shot up too.
“Excuse me, so.. how much sleep did you get that first year?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I would get up at ________ and go to sleep at around ________. Maybe 5 hours a night?”
UM WUT? For 10 months? Omfg. Whoa, whoa.. I know my old mantra was “Sleep is for the weak”, but this is just too fucking much.
Most people think that teachers get those two months in the summer off, but really, we more than pay for those hours during the year. If I’ve learned anything from prac, it’s that you always take work home with you. Here I am, prepping for one period for, like, 6 hours. When I start prepping for three, I will probably just end up slitting my wrists. There just aren’t enough hours in a day.
Coffee IV?
I’d better enjoy this day off while I can. The next two weeks should be pretty rough.
After all, what’s better than flannel pants and curling on TSN? Nothing! ^____^
Alright, y’all. I haven’t posted in a while, but here is Joanna’s declaration:
I had to smudge my curse word at the end to make this a little more PG13. Sorry, I just couldn’t contain my excitement.
Now it’s here for everyone to see. Don’t try and back out now. W00t, party at my house! Krishna, you’re invited.
(P.S. Cory Monteith, I ♥ you)
Sometimes I really question what our world has come to
McDonald’s is Louvre’n it by Peter Goddard
PARIS–News that a McDonald’s is to open shortly in the bosom of the Louvre has sent waves of shock and horror worldwide. Appalled art lovers cringe at the possibility of the outlet serving up a juicy Double Da Vinci burger with a side of frites. Or a Francis Bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich.
I mean, we’re talking here about Sun King Louis XIV’s former digs, the home of the Mona Lisa, star of Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code. Is nothing sacred?
Get over it, I say. For one thing, the proposed McDonald’s is to be in Le Carrousel du Louvre, a modern subterranean mall run by a private company and not operated by the state-owned museum. The outlet will be next to a proposed museum ticketing area.
As malls go, Le Carrousel is clean and pleasant, leading to either the subway or a doorway opening at 99 rue de Rivoli, the busiest street in all of France.
True, the Louvre could quash the deal if it wanted to. But it doesn’t want to, not while it maintains the title of being the most visited museum in the world, with some 8.5 million paying customers a year. Nor should we forget that shopping is one of the realities of museum-going and an increasing source of museum revenue.
Not many weeks back, I went to the Louvre with the single purpose of shopping at its bookstore. I found myself in Le Carrousel by accident. Along with a children’s bookstore, a post office and clothing stores, I came across Perigot, the high-end German housewares shop selling such necessities as pricey fluffy feather dusters. McDonald’s will fit right in.
Most likely, the real shock is the realization how big a presence McDonald’s already has in France. Sure, authorities in 1993 nixed the possibility of the golden arches being hoisted under the Eiffel Tower. But France, with more than 1,100 outlets, is the fast-food empire’s second biggest market after the United States. The Champs-Élysées McDonald’s is reportedly the most profitable outlet in the world, the result of non-stop tourist traffic. And the Louvre outlet will help the company celebrate its 30th anniversary in the country.
Meanwhile, Italy, where McDonald’s is not nearly so visible, has sparked a Big Mac outrage of its own by hiring Mario Resca, a former director of McDonald’s in Italy, to juice up the tourism business for its 3,600-plus museums. “Visitors’ needs should be satisfied,” Resca says. One can’t wait for those Roman McNuggets, Forum-style.
All of which leaves one question: How long do we have to wait for Tim Hortons to open next to the Tom Thomsons at the Art Gallery of Ontario? It’s the Canadian thing to do.
REALLY? IS THERE NO ESCAPING THE GOLDEN M? Does anyone else get those weird McDonald’s cravings in the middle of the night, or when you wake up in the morning? I think they’ve got me right where they want me -_-;
Sorry for not updating often, life is pretty crazy these days! I just started my teaching practicum so I’ve been busy preparing lessons. Today was a particularly rough day – filled with technical difficulties, lack of familiarity with my own teaching subject (and subsequent embarrassment and criticism), chatty/hormonal teens excited for the long weekend, and fire alarms. omg.. all in all a bady day -________-;
Hopefully Tuesday will be a clean slate.
