The next bastardly sumbitch to ever tell me how easy teaching is will get a size ten & a half so far up their keester that their tonsils'll ring.

Can you tell I'm pissed?  Pissed that I ever thought that only girly-men such as myself go into this hellish profession on purpose. Nuts to that! I've never worked so damned hard in all my born life. Now, perhaps I'm over-reacting slightly thanks to the overwhelming amounts of paperwork and deadlines being slung at me. Nevertheless, I'm still here. I'm constantly heartened to hear from my fellow teachers that it's just the first year, and everything mellows after a while. Thank God for that, anyway!

 

Not much time to think of anything else lately...my dear offspring turned Sweet Sixteen last week (Gaaah!) and I arranged a little party for her & some friends at the studios' screening room, putting up music vids & movies & what not while they raised Cain inside. Just call me SupahDad.

 

A little guilty pleasure these days...watching TV and waiting for my new favorite commercial, for (of all things) tennis shoes. It can be also viewed here....http://sooofast.puma.com/pindex.jsp?source=pumacom and hit the Kicker shoes link. In the immortal words of Brak: Yeah buddy!

 

(Jeez, I think I'm turning into a dirty old man. Finally!)

 

I'll try to write more this week. Just needed to break back into it....

much love to friends & family...