Friday, December 31, 2010

Figured out reasons for my sleep deprivation...

...and infant reflux can, again, fuck right the fuck off. My baby girl has developed it. I don't like watching my kids squirm in pain--and it's worse because this one whimpers, but doesn't cry. Hopefully, she'll be able to tolerate the Ranitidine ($27) so we don't have to put her on Prevacid ($175 for a newborn infant's 'scrip).

Update: I almost forgot--Have a happy National Hangover Day tomorrow.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Merry Christmas, and God bless you all.

I may dread Christmas, but that's because of the obligatory family visits when I don't particularly like my family--and when the members I don't like won't refrain from picking fights. I am a Christian, and I'm incredibly grateful for the reason behind the celebration.

That said, last week my other half and I were leaving a store, and dropped some money into a Salvation Army bucket. The kid (12 or so) manning the bell wished us "Happy Holidays."

Say what, now?

I thought the Salvation Army was a Christian organization. I thought all bell ringers wished everyone a Merry (or blessed, or some such) Christmas. I did NOT expect to have more politically correct monkey crap thrown at me by a Salvation Army bell ringer.

Political correctness, and those who are offended by mere mentions of anything to do with Christianity can FTFO. With those pointy, fragile glass Christmas tree ornaments dipped in all the various holiday dips.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Not much, but it's a doozy.

Sleep deprivation can fuck off. So can my brain's inexplicable refusal to shut down enough to let me nap when both little ones are sleeping.

Thank God that the baby has already decided to sleep for one five hour stretch most nights, and that the toddler still sleeps 12 hour nights.

Friday, December 10, 2010

At least this time, I got to bring the baby home.

So no, there's nothing but a huge FUCK YEAH! there. The darling little dumpling decided four weeks early was long enough, and arrived last Saturday. Her big brother adores her.

Politics in general and life-long politicians in general (*cough* Charlie Rangel *cough*) can definitely fuck off. Said asswipe is an excellent argument for term limits adding up to no more than twelve years for either House or Senate.

The entitlement mentality rampant amongst the American population can definitely fuck off. So can those that display it, like my student who plagiarized--badly--and then had the guts to tell me that she didn't mean to do it, had a whole list of books in the library she "looked at," would create a works cited page, and "didn't deserve to fail."

That, and she'd tried to go to my department head before even trying to communicate with me about it, makes me wonder if the next thing she's going to play is the race card. It also makes me wonder if, somewhere, there's a class teaching these entitled twatwaffles how to get around societal and educational rules.

Yes, I'm a little bitter. I happen to be teaching the next generation of Rangels, only with fewer brains and qualifications, and there's nothing I can do about it but be glad there's no way this particular twit can pass, even if she does do what I told her to do to get out of the plagiarism issue.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Season's beatings

Every year, it seems, one more locally placed Nativity scene is removed; one more Christmas tree becomes a Holiday tree or Winter Festival tree. Every year, we're supposed to be a little more afraid of offending someone by wishing them a Merry Christmas as we check out at the stores, or as we (in academia) leave for Christmas Break (whups! sorry! "Winter Break"). Political correctness, which seems to permit freedom of expression for all who aren't practicing Christians can fuck right the fuck off.

So can the killjoys that like to get to happy people by cutting "I hate Christmas" declarations. I might dislike celebrating the holiday with my family, but that's because of my family, not the holiday, and I try very hard not to ruin it for all. Those who are rude and self-centered enough to enjoy trying to ruin others' Christmas spirit can fuck right the fucking fuckety fuck off with those thin, pointy, glass Christmas baubles filled with high-proof eggnog.

On a more personal note, sinus headaches that devolve into migraines when you can't take anything besides Tylenol (and when coffee makes you sick) can also fuck off.

Have at it, and have a good weekend.