About those Baltimore riots

Okay, kids.

I wasn’t going to post about this.

I wasn’t going to touch it with a ten foot pole.

I’d maybe make a quick mention of it in my weekly round up, but other than that?


No, thank you.


No way.

And now, what do I go ahead and do? I go ahead and post about it. Against my better judgment. Fully unprepared. I don’t even have an inkling of what I’m going to say, and yet I feel the need to say it.

These Baltimore Riots?

Inexcusable. Disgusting. Shameful.

The idea that this was in protest of the Freddie Gray incident instead of an excuse to wreak havoc, destroy property, and loot businesses?

Ridiculous. Preposterous. Laughable.

These weren’t protestors or demonstrators demanding justice for the inconceivable injustice done to Freddie Gray.

No. These were hoodlums, thugs, and punks who simply wanted to ruin lives, destroy property and gain some notoriety for doing it.

Were they probably frustrated, enraged, and fed up with the social injustice they’ve endured in their community for years? Absolutely. But does that mean they have the right to ruin the lives of their neighbors, their brothers and sisters, and destroy an entire community?

Look what they’ve done:

If that’s what they set out to accomplish, then bravo. I hope they’re proud. Meanwhile, the rest of the community is coming together to clean up the mess they left behind.

Inexcusable, disgusting and shameful indeed.


I think I need to punch someone in the face

You guys…

Can I just put it all out there for a minute?


I just…

Can’t even.

I’ve been noticing myself becoming increasingly bitter and cynical over the past couple of weeks. Not for any particular reason, but there’s this hidden reservoir of anger that bubbles up every now and then, and I suddenly feel like going all-out homicidal on some people.

Particularly the ass hat.

The same ass hat who’s been totally non-existent in my thoughts for the past few months. But all of a sudden I’m all, “I HATE THE ASS HAT!”

I don’t know what happened. I was all zen about everything and now? I’m really not.

The anger will show up out of nowhere. Like last night… I’m sitting watching The Good Wife, thinking, “You know what? Finn and Alicia should totally open their own firm…” when all of a sudden my next thought is, “DUDE. He threw you away like the wadded up snotty tissue you just got through using. Man, he wouldn’t even treat a stranger the way he treated you.” And I’m all, “Whaaaa??? Where is this coming from???”

It doesn’t help that I keep getting e-mails from the dude about how he needs a box of some of his stuff back and I’m all, “SCREW THAT.” Because, of course, he mentions how much the belongings in the box “mean to him”… and I’m thinking, “Oh, you mean like your MARRIAGE meant something to you?! So, glad your belongings mean so much to you. Guess what? When you’re not looking, I’m totally throwing all those meaningful things OUT just like you did to me…”

Seriously?! I am NOT THIS PERSON. I am not an angry, bitter, cynical person. I’m the one who forgives and forgets and moves on and gets over it. But for some reason… This just keeps coming back to bite me and enrage me and throw me into an epic hissy fit.

I fantasize about keying his car. I think about burning that box of belongings. I think about hiring someone to punch him in the face. I just really want some good ol’ fashioned revenge.

I mean, is that too much to ask? I just want a lil’ bit of this:

And maybe some of that:

And a couple of these:

I don’t think that’s unreasonable. I don’t think that’s asking for much. I don’t think that’s over-reacting. It’s not like it’s been 10 months or anything, and I should totally be past the anger phase.

Clearly, I need to get on a work-out regimen. Or I need to start drinking heavily. Or go into therapy.

But mostly, I think I just need to punch someone in the face.

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Things That Made Me Go, “Hmm…” – Week 25

Let’s get to it, shall we?

  • This week’s award for Best Bloggity Peeps (which is NOT an actual award, but may need to become one soon…) goes to Cora of Apricots and Cream and Shop Girl of Shop Girl Anonymous for helping me out with headlines during a week when I really, REALLY needed the help. Go check out their blogs. They’re awesome writers and even more awesome bloggity peeps for helping me out this week. Thanks, ladies!
  • Over 2,000 lives were lost in Nepal due to a catastrophic 7.8 magnitude Earthquake.

The earthquake collapsed houses, leveled centuries-old temples and triggered avalanches in the Himalayas. It was the worst temblor to hit the poor South Asian nation in over 80 years.  –Samaritan’s Purse

If you’re looking for a way to help, get involved, or donate click here.

  • The 100th anniversary of the World War I Gallipoli campaign was commemorated this week. Widows of the soldiers who fought in the battle had the opportunity to meet members of the royal family. When I tried to do the math, my brain exploded. And then I realized… Clearly, these women are not 120+ years old. Clearly, there must have been an age gap. Clearly, I was able to sleep better after having realized this. Also, how fun is the word “Gallipoli”?  (You just said it, didn’t you? See? I told you it was a fun word.)
  • This amazing video:

Apparently, Wally does this all the time to his friend, Jax. With nuts, Cheez-Its, what have you. (Seriously, watch all the videos.) Apparently, Jax doesn’t really mind.  Apparently, Jax is just that laid-back. Apparently, Jax understands that his friend Wally is clearly on crack, and the only response he can possibly muster is, “Seriously, dude?” Oh, Jax…

  • And lastly, this:

Journey's gonna be pissed.

Because… just… yes.

Alright, bloggity peeps, that’s all I have for this week. Over n’ out, good buddies. Catch you on the flip side.


Oh. Good. Gawd. Let’s talk teacher problems.

I’m baaaaaaaack.

Whew! This week has been… a doozy. Like a DOO-ZY. Busy and hectic and strange and stressful and weird and exhausting.

Wednesday was spent applying for a job in the district I currently sub in. Do you know how long it takes to apply for a job when you have to do it via paper and not electronically? Holy headache, batman. First, I didn’t have the manila envelopes I needed. Then, the store where I purchased the manila envelopes didn’t have resume paper, so I had to go to the specialty print shop in town to purchase said resume paper for 15 cents a sheet. Once that was done, I had to edit, change, and revamp  my cover letter and resume. Then, came the super fun part of scanning, rescanning and scanning again my letters of recommendation so those could be printed. It only took about 3 hours of fiddling with the scanner settings, the printer settings, and dinking around with Adobe to get that finished up. By the time all was said and done, I had spent literally the entire day applying for one stinking position. This is why schools do things electronically. This is why my school district needs to get with the times.

Thursday was spent babysitting those darling kindergarteners. First of all, at the age of five, how do these boys already have so much testosterone that they’re acting like brainless adolescents? I mean… really?!  DUDES. CALM YOURSELVES. Keep your hands to yourself, control your bodies and for the love of GAWD… STOP SHOUTING AND COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT.  I’m not even that old, but I do not have the energy to round up all 12 of you and get you under control. OH MY GOOD GRIEF. Just… stop. By the time I came home, I literally fell into bed for a two hour long nap, that consisted of mouth breathing and pools of drool all over my pillow.

Friday was spent babysitting the 5th grade version of a kindergarten class. Only these kids were WAY more disrespectful, belligerent and… if I’m being honest… they pretty much acted like little #@&*% the whole day. By 1:00, I was reading them the riot act and literally yelling at them. This was AFTER I had sent the worst one to the office. (Seriously, kid? You’re going to mimic me, yell in my face, mock me, tell me off, and refuse to fix your attitude and you think I’m NOT sending you to the office? Watch me. Seriously. Some kids are just MEAN.) Actually, the whole day was spent listening to 5th graders tell me off. When did 11 year-old kids get so freakin’ disrespectful? The thing is, they literally think they don’t have to listen to me because, 1.) I’m a substitute, 2.) I’m smaller in size than most of them, 3.) I have the presence of a mouse due to my size and ridiculously squeaky voice, and 4.) I’m a woman. Soooo… pretty much…. there’s nothing I can do about it but prove to them I’m not taking any of their #$*% and I WILL send their disrespectful butts to the office to deal with the principal calling mom and dad. GOOD GAWD. I was so fed up by 3:00, I nearly beat them out the door.

All in all, by the time I woke up this morning, I was seriously contemplating removing my name from the list of eligible job applicants. But I didn’t. Because I am Annie. I can do this. I can TOTALLY do this. Right? I mean, it’s not like I made myself sick from all the yelling and stress. It’s not like I developed the worst sore throat EV-ER in the history of sore throats. It’s not like I obsessed into the wee hours of the morning about how to better deal with these kiddos. It’s not like I’m dreading going back next week.

Nope. Nothing of the sort.

So, how was your week?

I’m here. Sort of.

I know I’ve been MIA for the past couple of days.

Yesterday was spent applying for a job… via paper. Who does that anymore? Apparently, my school district. And it was a pain in the tushy. Printing everything to go into that application? Do you realize the headache that was?

Well, it was, thank you for asking.

And then today, I got to babysit kindergarteners. And by babysit, I mean constantly redirecting them to get out of the dog pile of limbs and giggles they had created on the floor, keep their hands to themselves, and sit properly. ALL. DAY. LONG.

And then I came home and took a 2 hour nap.

Here’s hoping the 5th graders are a little easier to handle tomorrow.

I will post soon. Once the fog clears.

And lastly, if ANYONE… and I mean ANYONE… has ANY ideas AT ALL for the “HMMM…” post this week, PLEASE, IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, would you share them with me? I. HAVE. NOTHING. And it’s Thursday already. I don’t care if you think it’s stupid. I don’t care! Tell me! Do it! DOO EET!

Mm-kay? Mm-kay.

Thanks. Bye.

Subscribe to me! All the cool kids are doing it…

PSST! Hey! Hey, you guys! You wanna hear something stupid? Okay, come closer. There. Okay, ready?

It turns out, when I told you that I was getting help transferring my subscribers over… well… I may have been lying.

Oh, Marre…

I know. I’m sorry. But just to clarify… I was only going by what the powers that be told me. They were all like, “Oh, transfer your subscribers!” and now… that may not be the case.

So… here’s your mission should you choose to accept it. (And you WILL accept it because you are my minions and you live to do my bidding… just so we’re clear.)

I’m going to need you to go ahead and subscribe again to this lil’ blog thingy. Yup. There you go. That little box to the right of your screen. Yup. Go ahead. Click on it. It’s okay. It won’t bite. Go ahead, enter your e-mail address. Follow the prompts.



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Hey, thanks for following this step by step tutorial. Also, thanks for subscribing to me after that whole “Lying” misunderstanding and all. I appreciate you. No, really, I do. And just for being awesome peeps, I’m buying the first 100 subscribers a pretty pink pony!

Dang it. There I go lying again. In my defense… you’re too easy. Don’t believe everything you read on the internet, peeps. Didn’t your mothers teach you anything?

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Ships in the night

So, remember this guy?


Don’t bother adjusting your screens. I’m just really this beautiful.

He has a name, people. His name is Winston. WINSTON. Get it straight. Oh, what was that? You forgot? You forgot his name? What is that? You forgot his name. Psh. That is unacceptable, you daft punk. (See what I did there? Because I’m super tricky like that…)

I haven’t talked about Winston in a while, mainly because his days consist of napping and begging me for treats and belly rubs. Also, he’s ridiculously needy. Like, “I will stalk you and harass you and get all up in yo’ bidness while you try to get work done on that stupid clicky-clacky keyboard thingy” needy. Like, “OH MY GAWD, CAT. Give me a moment of peace! What do you want from me?!?!” needy. Like… just… it’s gotten really bad.

ANYhoodles… I recently noticed that due to boredom or sheer disdain for his owner, Winston doesn’t follow me around anymore. He used to follow me around like a faithful, albeit needy, puppy when I was living with the ass-hat. I’d get up and go in the other room, he’d trot after me. I’d take a nap, he’d curl up next to me. I’d leave the apartment, he’d wait by the door until I came back. Maybe he just didn’t want to be left alone in the same room with the ass-hat because he knew the conversation would be mind-numbingly stupid. Or he just didn’t like the look of the ass-hat. Or, he just didn’t like the ass-hat period. Whatever the reason, he was my ever-faithful companion, my constant shadow.

Now? Mer. Not so much. He watches me wherever I go, but he rarely makes an effort to follow me. Jerk. I’m not sure the reason for the change, but I have noticed that now whenever he does attempt to follow me, it’s always in the wrong direction…

I know. Whaaaa?

For instance, when I’m in one room looking for him, he stays in the other room not bothering to come out. When I finally do head towards the room where he is, he comes looking for me, passing me in the hallway or on the stairs, heading in the opposite direction of where I am going… to find HIM. I am aware of the fact that he had been looking for me just prior to our passing so I say to him, “Winston! Buddy! Come on… come here. You’re going the wrong way…” But he just keeps going like he doesn’t notice me. And then 5 minutes later he shows up next to me looking at me like, “Dude. Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you FOREVER!”

It’s all… very confusing. I don’t know if his directionals are a bit off, or if he’s high as a kite but it’s just… weird.  And it happens all the time now. ALL. THE. TIME. We’re like… ships passing in the night.

Stupid, Winston.