Bitch, You Do Not Ride Wit Me

Bitch, you ride the Marta bus.

My new favoritest song EVER.

"Uh, You Don't Know Who I Am?"

So, I have this article here that someone sent to me out of pure meanness because he knew it would force me to write a blog post because I loathe a certain Georgia quarterback. Uh hem.

Anywho, the article is here. It states that the 49ers don't want Stafford because he won't open up to a shrink. It says they want him to talk about his parents' divorce. I don't really care about that. What I get from this article is that the son of a bitch is so goddamned arrogant, he thinks he can get on any team he wants any way he wants. And the 49ers just said, nah uh--their way or the highway. Somebody better have his walking shoes on. I, for one, am very pleased by this. Why?

Well, let's recap my history with said quarterback genius (cough), Matthew Stafford:

I'm signing people in at a fraternity (who shall remain nameless) party because they have some stupid rules about underage drinking and stuff. A kid walks up to me, and the following is the conversation that takes place:

Me: "ID please."

Stupid Freshman: "Uh, what?"

Me: "I. Need. To. See. Your. ID."

Stupid Freshman: "Ha. You don't know who I am?"

Me: "Ha. No, I don't, and I don't really give a damn either."

Stupid Freshman: "Uh, Matthew."

Me: "Uh, Matthew, I need your ID."

Stupid Freshman: "Uh, Stafford."

Me: "Uh, Stafford, I need your ID."

Stupid Freshman: "I'm Matthew Stafford." (Long pause.) "The quarterback."

Me: "And, I'm Jesus. Now, give me your ID."

You get the point. I didn't give two shits that the kid knew how to throw a football. He's arrogant, and he's an ass, and that loses games. He lost games for Georgia because of the big head. He will lose them in the NFL because of the big head. Someone needs to bust his little bubble.

Grammar Tidbit of the Day

Youst is not a word.

Example: I youst to go to church there, but I don't anymore.

Eeeeehhhtt. Wrong.

Confession: I had a Nervous Breakdown in Public

I alluded to this previously. I thought it deserved a blog post.

I had to go to the unemployment office to reapply for unemployment when my severance ran out. Why they can't just do that if you are certifying I don't know. So, I have to get up at the ass crack, go stand in line for an hour, deal with fucking morons who can't figure out which end to shit out of, and get a different answer from every person I talk to. It's a blast.

So, I do my time in line, and they check me in. And, they tell me to go sit down and wait for my name to be called. Um, didn't I just wait in line? Whatever. So, I sit and wait for my name to be called. I go up, and I tell her my severance has ran out, and she reopens my claim. Then, she says I need to meet with a reemployment representative, and she says to sit down and they will call my name. So, I sit, and I wait, and no one calls my name. After 30 more minutes, I go up and ask what the hold up is, you know, besides their complete idiocy.

She tells me I was supposed to go into the reemployment workshop that start an hour ago that is two hours long that will not begin again for another hour. So, I'm like, um, no. So, she gets someone from that department to meet with me one on one. And, he says I wasn't even supposed to meet with him. I just needed to reopen my claim, and I could go.

Awesome. Two hours of my life I'll never get back.

But it gets better.

I ask what will happen if I miss these stupid little workshops if I am working full time. And, he's like, if you're working full time, you don't get unemployment. And, I'm like, what the fuck?

And, I. Lose. It.

Because I will not even be making as much as my unemployment benefit while teaching (and the unemployment benefit is a third of what I made before).

I fucking lost it.

In public.

Like breakdown. In tears.

Dude did not know what to do.

Poor guy.

So, he gets a claims person to come over, and she confirms what I thought before (he was wrong), and I run like hell.

I was already supposed to be at school observing any way, and I was worried about being so late.

I know, it was stupid, but I was in there, I was shaking, I was nervous, I was red faced and my blood pressure was spiking, I was sick to my stomach, and I was just all around not feeling well. The stress was just getting to me. And, when he told me I was basically fucked, I just couldn't handle it all. I guess that makes me a weak person, but I am about two seconds from going to get some anxiety drugs. I have always been high strung, but this is unreal. For anyone who has ever experienced a panic attack, a nervous breakdown, or any other mental issue, it is a real and true medical problem. You are not alone. There is nothing wrong with you. I just wanted to get that public service announcement out.

Thanks.

FYI: Points of Interest

First of all, I want to apologize for being MIA lately. I would make a POW joke here, but that's something you just don't joke about. I've been very busy and stressed. I have compiled a bulleted list of items that may be of interest to those of you who actually read my blog and give two shits.

• I am getting married April 24th.
• I am moving the following weekend. Kill. Me. Now.
• I am starting a supply teaching (long term substitute) position Wednesday. It will go until June 5th.
• I start summer classes for nursing June 8th--the Monday after I finish teaching on Friday.
• I am going to have a stroke/heart attack/nervous breakdown. Actually, I sort of had one already in the unemployment office today, but I'll make a whole post about that because it is just so damn pathetic and typical.
• I have been trying to at least skim the blogs I really care about, like Monkeydarts, Conservative Women, Conservative Wisdom (when Clay is not completely unreasonable and unrealistically hard headed--no offense), etc, etc. If I didn't list you, it doesn't mean I don't love you, so don't have a fit and delete me like we're in 5th grade.
• I have been leaving limited comments, but I am trying.
• I have been posting very infrequently, and I'm sorry. I just don't have enough hours.
• I miss ya'll, and I appreciate the patience. It really makes my day when you leave me comments. I'm sorry I can't return the favor as much as I should.
• I am going to go pass out now.