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I magically got a gig today ... the last day before Christmas vacation. I've been subbing so long, I forget that some people don't remember or know me. I re-introduced myself. The class did some, but little of consequence. One fiendish paper was a compilation of math problems some of which were dastardly evil!

I had the option of sending down everyone to the party, but held back a few kids who were of exceptional behavior, it warranted it. Ah, being town Marshall again. I'm just missing my trusty six-shooter "peacemaker".

It was a delight to me, however when I got hugs at the end of the day and that one girl was noticing that she was nearly as tall as I am. This filled her with much pride.

One girl in the class I had treated me to a bag of treats. Isn't that sweet?!

In other news, my niece is finding out more about her brother who, in my opinion makes a great arse or ass of himself. It is speculated that he might be a genetic contributor to a person -- this is not to say a father, who compassionately raises his child (ren), ultimately knowing they will oneday be adults.

I believe it more likely to be a Mory Povitch or Montel urban story of a fatherless birth or of such an unknown parentage that Poirot or Columbo couldn't find the real genetic donor given many leads and clues. Who's baby is it? Tony Shalhoub calmly stating, "I don't know."

He's presently laid up in hospital after minor knee surgery.
"Helpless. Hopeless. Friendless ... unemployed, in Greenland!"
I guess, according to my sister, that his "macking" had a significant influence on the weak minded -- namely the drizzle of half-brained dips he's been ... with. I don't know that I'd call it dating, for "he's got no money; he's got no car"; he's got stupid women, and there you are.

His line has been, "I'm on a record label for rapping" ["lies to sound like the truth" apparently was omitted]. Also, that his folks were footing the bill for food, housing, medical, insurance (auto, if he ever again gets one) and cell phone. He must have been one of those Corey Haim cases, eh?

As a dogmatic Cahtolic, well declaring that he is virtuous and SO-Catholic, it was an eye-opening experience for his youngest sister to find out the extent to his lies. It was unshocking to me. If you have to tell people you are a good person, you probably don't show it too well.

Anyway ... Christmas will be .... uh, better without him / them (girlfiend -- current, the one who isn't pregnant) and his royal ass.

My Friday wasn't that bad, I think I'll just listen to some music and read something -- thinking pleasant thoughts and remembering hugs and well-wishings from kids and adults!