You KNOW You Want It! - WEEK 25
Well, well, well. I must say that I have been oh-so-pleasantly surprised by the new commenters here at Scarlett's Haven in the past week or so. Whether you realized it or not, you really made my day, so thank you! And believe you me, this week? I really needed it!
Before I get right into the Q&A session this week, one of you was sort of wondering if I had given in to the EXTREMELY strong urge to smack MIL around and wondering if I had managed to straighten Z out yet. I only have this to say:
She yet lives, un-molested by me, but HEY! The week is young! (just joking) Her ass IS on fire thinking that we took Shony to the movies yesterday, because she was screaming and INSISTING that she saw her in the back of the car with Arianna when we left, but I frankly find it hilarious. Why? Because Shony left for mass about 2 hours earlier. What a freak, huh?
Secondly, Z? Straightened out? Believe me honey, if he isn't straightened out after all my efforts, all my giving, understanding, and sacrificing in the past 16 years of our relationship, it can't be done. And sadly, I think the only time he might ever realize exactly what he has, and make any kind of effort, it will be way too late in the 'game', so to speak. Although it is nice to know that we can still snow some people over in public and put on a good show.
We did just that the other night, during my margarita binge (oopsy, did I neglect to mention that? Perhaps I was just a weeeee bit too tipsy to regale you with the stories. I distinctly remember there were a number of incidents that I thought – OH YEAH! I'm BLOGGING THAT, Yesireeeebob! Uh-huh!!!, but hell if I can remember any of them now. Truly, there was some really funny stuff and comments going on that night that had nothing to do with the fact that I was being slipped triple margaritas when I specifically recall asking for singles. Really!
Again I was sitting near the devastatingly, drop-your-panties-in-a-heap-on-the-floor-in-a-nanosecond GORGEOUS and SEXY half Scottish and half Persian (best of both, really) 6'4, IDENTICAL twins as the last birthday party I attended, but fortunately for me and my concentration, I didn't have BOTH of em sitting directly across from me this time. Why? Because last time, they were both sitting across from me, directly across from me, and, well, I, who happens to be the proud owner of fine table manners? Well, I was clanging my fork and knife and being generally clumsy in ways that I never am that I was all to happy to let some people blame on the WUSSY rum and coke I was consuming. I mean really! Rum and coke do that to me? Aw HELL NO! And then, while I was slightly mesmerized by the sexy smile and twinkle in their eyes, because, well, I'm not blind OR dead (and sitting next to Mr. Silent and obnoxious) and those deep yummy baritone voices… much later that evening, after lots and lots of conversation, because I am a nice person to sit next to-or across from- at a dinner party, I realized something. Their voice, even their way of speaking? Is exactly like my brother Joey. And that? Freaked me out. Although my brothers are pretty hot in their own right.
Ok, I'll behave now and cut to my answers.
Have you ever thought of being a teacher again? What about being one in the U.S? Keeping in mind all the crap that has gone on in the past few years.
Well Bre, I did actually enjoy my year-long stint as a kindergarten teacher, I must admit. I'm not insane; it's just that I really do love kids that much. Unfortunately, it is bad for my health, a number of doctors have advised me against it, so I will never teach again.
I had a weak immune system to begin with after having a bout of Mono when I was 12 that took forever (read: six months) to get over. But the year I was teaching, 98-99, is when I came down with an almost lethal (literally) cocktail of illnesses: severe infection of my larynx and pharynx that made me lose my voice for almost 4 months, severe bronchitis and upper-respiratory infection that ended up developing into walking pneumonia and then full-blown pneumonia AND highly contagious mononucleosis along with a few other viruses - all at the same time. Which led to my two month long miscarriage of the miracle pregnancy baby I had no idea I was carrying- and the subsequent hemorrhaging that also almost killed me.
That second bout with Mono, which I was told was a particularly difficult strain to treat and get rid of, pretty much mutilated my already-weak immune system. I think we are all willing to admit that a schoolroom is chock-full of cooties, no matter how much Lysol and disinfectant you use.
I didn't notice the pregnancy symptoms because the infections had me so weak, dizzy, and heavily vomiting (ie: similar to my usual pregnancy symptoms) that I didn't realize it. Why in the HELL would I even think I was pregnant anyway? I have PCOS. Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome-which is now Grade 4. That means that the fact that I somehow ended up pregnant was a miracle. Also, it shows you just how horny Z used to be if he was able to get any when I was THAT sick. Ah… memories. *sniff*. Also, because of the PCOS, I tend to have horribly painful, heavy periods (I can just hear all the male readers going "EWWW") when I DO have one- it can go for months without coming-and once in a while, I have been known to bleed heavily for at least a month. But this time around was horrible, as I'm sure you can imagine. Now picture this: I was working every day while miscarrying. I still remember leaving my classroom with my helper to go to the bathroom and clean up, and when I went down the hall, I had to lean-full body- against the wall to stay upright and shuffle to the toilet. I used all my energy in class, but when I was out of that door, I allowed myself to give in to the hell my body was in. As I've said in an earlier post a while back, little did I know I was bleeding to death. Literally.
Even if I didn't have a weak immune system, for me to teach in the US, I would have to be properly educated and certified, which I'm not. Here I was just hired by Z's Auntie and her pervert husband (now that is another story altogether) because they have an American curriculum school, and they wanted the little ones to get that good American accent. *snap snap* I was just here a few months and desperate for work, so I took it. Great hours, decent pay, 3 months off a year. Why not? Ok, even if I was certified? Are you joking? The kids in the US take weapons and worse shit to school now. Imagine I gave some kid a bad and well-deserved grade and he/she came the next day for vengeance? Um, no thanks. I heard about this four months pregnant teacher that gave a girl an F on an exam and she came back to school the next day with a hammer and bashed the teachers' skull in…. repeatedly in. front. Of. The. Class. *shudder, gag* And as far as those two little delinquents in Ohio are concerned, I would probably have beaten BOTH their asses but good, (wrong tho it may be to smack a student.) called the cops, AND probably given a few smacks to the stupid ass principal too. What an ASSWIPE.
But now I realize you probably knew all of that since you've been marathon blogging reading my archives lately, now don't you? Well, hell.
Cheryl b asked:
Will you let Ari get tattoos/piercings before she is 18? Would she even want them?
Are you kidding? I won't even cut much of her hair off!! (heh) Well, now that's not true. I did take her for her FIRST EVER real haircut at the beginning of the school year and take about a forearm's length off, which took it from somewhere between her hips and knees up to just above waist-length, so….
But honestly, I pierced her ears at about 8 months old, and now, I have to force her to wear earrings so the holes won't close. I usually win this 'discussion' every few months or so. Also, she is a big ole wimp, which is just fine by me, meaning I don't see her garnering up the courage to even consider it, and they don't do that here, anyway.
She isn't particularly fond of tattoos either. A couple of her older cousins have them,-one of which is her son's name done in a beautiful vivid cobalt blue in the most gorgeous Arabic calligraphy in the shape of a teardrop the size of a silver dollar on her back right shoulder blade. But Arianna is much like me in that she thinks of it as art and sees the beauty in it, but doesn't necessarily want to have it done.
She gets her "body art" fix by doing henna, which is fine, and I like to do it too. It's the temporary part of it that I like, and I think that's what appeals to her as well. One of these days I'll get some henna done, take a pic and post it on my blog for all of you to goggle over.
Annie b, a new commenter here at my little Haven asked:
What's going on with Z's job? Would he consider looking back in the States again?
First of all, Hi ANNIE B!!!! Welcome.
Ahem, now then. As further proof of how busy I've been lately, It appears that I neglected to tell you that Z's old job here in Bahrain snapped him back up around mid-April. I gave him a shitload of advice before he went back and it appears that to some extent at least, for once in his life, he is actually following my well-meaning comments.
All of the Directors of the company are thrilled he is back because, even though he is now a manager of his former department, still, his old clients that they lost when he left are now slowly coming back and sales are WAAAY up from this time last year (when he wasn't working for them). The other day he told me "XYZ told me that sales are up $37,000 over May last year, heh." And I said unthinkingly "Oh, is that all?" and when he looked at me like I slapped him, I replied "Well, it's just that for you, that's not much for this time of year, the beginning of high-season. Your sales are usually at least 100,000 or more." To which his face relaxed and he said "that's because I haven't told all of my old customers I'm back yet. I'm working on it."
Smart ass. All I can say is its too bad the guy doesn't make commission. And no, he isn't considering going back to the US any time soon as far as I'm aware. At least not until Ari is ready for college maybe, from what I know.
But then again, what the hell DO I know where his thoughts are concerned?
Carrie Jo asked this:
It's actually for Ari, but you can answer for her) What does Ari want to be when she grows up?
Well honey, last I heard, she wants to be a scientist or in the medical profession somehow. Of course, she also said she wanted to be an actress too, and frankly, I think she has quite a strong natural acting ability. She loathes school, although she does well in it with a minimum (forced) effort. She is a really smart girl, and could probably do whatever she sets her mind to, if she is willing to find the get up and go to do it. Right now her teachers bash their heads because "She is so highly intelligent, but stubborn and obstinate. If she doesn't do something perfect the first time, she gets angry and frustrated and tosses down her pen. Hence, lazy tendencies."
Sigh. She gets pretty much straight B's, with minimal – again- effort, and that with me standing on her head to study, pushing and forcing her to actually whip out the books- and she could be a straight A student if she was so inclined.
Annnnnnd that just about wraps up this week's Inquisition Confession. Thank you all for your questions.
Ta-ta my lovelies!