Sunday Ramblings

Here is the newest addition to my Etsy shop. It's the little witch's tea party. No invitations necessary, all are welcome, so come on over and have a spot of tea and a great chat with her.

We are in the "monsoon" season, what they call rain and hail in the desert...this ain't India, but we get as much rain in 10 mins. as they do all year.....no, just kidding. But the rain has been incredible. The UTEP/NMSU football game was temporarily rained out up in Las Cruces, NM...the Battle of I-10 as it is referred to here. I still don't know what the score was since our local newspaper went to print before the game resumed, so I probably should go check it out, but I won't be surprised if UTEP lost...fans are complaining about our coach, Mike Price doing a crappy job....so far we're 0-2. Well, sports fans, quite frankly, I don't give a d---n.

I remember all those jocks in class with me back when I was attending school in the not so distant pass, graduated in '05. Most of them were sweethearts, especially the one big football player that was in my tech team while taking a University course, so they call it (a waste of time and $$, but the prof was a cutie and the class was actually fun). But some of them...oey vey, I wanted to strangle them. Since I was the old fart in their class, they assumed I took good notes, they were right, I ALWAYS took good notes regardless of age. They also knew that I'd go home and transcribe them onto my computer. I wish I had a nickel for every time they asked me for a copy. Since I was the old fart in class, I acted like the old fart, only for those lazy ones. One basketball player even had the audacity to ask for a copy my entire semester notes from one of the humanities courses! Humanities...eesh, oh well, got to learn more about the Greeks and Romans, St. Augustine (I have a real hard on for that guy...never will get the time back that it took for me to read "Confessions" Oh wow, wa-wa-wa-...had to make up his mind in giving up his lewd and lacivious life in order to become a Christian...then this guy has the nerve to make up all the laws necessary to be a good Christian....give me a break...thank God I read "El Cid" afterwards...like reading a good western!! LOL) Also read books by Martin Luther, Karl Marx, Socrates, Virgel etc., etc. , and many more classic authors and other stuff that now clutters my leetle brain!! Our final exam was turning in our "journals" (a.ka. class notes) at the end of the semester. This lazy ass decided long before the class was over, he didn't have to take notes, according to the people who sat around him, because he knew I would swoon at his very presence and give me the thrill of my life by talking to me...WRONG-O!! I was polite and then told him my notes were not for sale, even though he never mentioned any exchange of money...he assumed I'd copy about 300 pages of notes and present it to him...what nerve! I don't care how much he would have offered, since I never gave him a chance, I wouldn't prostitute myself.

He got angry and began yelling that I had no problems giving my notes to those "faggots" that sat behind me. I told him "those faggots" were very hard working guys, therefore, worthy of my notes besides, I really liked them; we traded a lot of information concerning something maybe one of us had missed on the notes. He must have seen me the day I gave them copies of one classes notes because they decided to go to Vegas for the weekend, with my blessings...besides, I loved these guys...they were just too funny...made our classes together tolerable! The last time I saw that player, he was sitting in his desk, attempting to jot something down just turn in to the prof. I walked in and handed over my book-o-notes and I think I sashayed out of there!!! What was really sad, was that there were other players sitting down doing the same thing. I guess they figured once I "gladly"handed over a copy of my notes to their bud, they all had notes, but I can't really say. And if so, why didn't they figure our little 80 year old prof wouldn't pick up on it. Well, maybe not him but I suspect there was a lot of stuff going on with his receptors, but his class assistant, a big burly retired Master Sargent from the Army, who kept on eye on everyone as our sweet and adorable little prof spoke with such verve about his Greeks and Romans! I couldn't help but smile sometimes during his lectures because he was so enthusiastic about them, until I once asked him about about Pericles using the funds from the Deleon League, which was used to keep those pesky Persians from destroying Athens again, to rebuild the Parthenon...oey, he didn't like that...no one spoke smack about his Pericles. Luckily, I asked him after class without having to embarrass him...I wasn't aiming for that, just wanted his opinion, that's why I asked after class. Anyway, it didn't compromise my grade, got an A.

How the hell did I get on that kick anyway, didn't it start with a football score?? Oh well, I guess I'm having one of those days, my poor sweet man. He's looking forward to seeing his Cowboys tonight, so I'll not pester too much about my good ol' days!!

Going to spend time in the studio. Am making my doll for the Monster Under the Bed swap and I think I've bitten off more than I can chew....the damn thing is scaring me again...she's retuned to me in my adult dreams. Won't say who till she's done and off to Zan's runway. Have a great Sunday...enjoy the wonderful weather for all of you; those above and below the equator!! Peace out.