Sunday, February 5, 2012

In Spite of Ourselves

So, I had this nice leisurely weekend planned that included writing a lengthy editorial on the current state of education in the US, but life had other plans.  Preliminary testing on one of my special needs kids, showed no growth this semester and even a slight regression.  Not on my watch!  I love my tutorees like they are my own kids and failure is not an option.  So, I spent this entire weekend rebuilding his curriculum from the ground up - as in hunting down new textbooks, writing new goals, entirely revamping my teaching technique and brainstorming new lesson plans.   Let's just say, it took quite some time.

BUT

Go read my friend, and fellow firewife, Trina's post on the state of education.  She says it better than I ever could!  Go on, click on it, you know you want too.  I'll wait.

(Jeopardy theme song)

All done?  Good.  I told you it was worth the click!

So, not only have I been busy,  I've been a walking, talking, hormonal turbobitch too.  What?  Can you blame me?  Unplanned back to back pregnancies are tough, yo.  Besides, it's easier to blame my half cooked spawn - then admit I'm a total grumpy pants without caffeine.

But

Rather than hollering back at me, my Boo, bless his little holey Hanes boxers, tried to cheer me up.

He reminded me of "our" song.

Take a listen


According to The Firefighter, it's like John was writing about us.

In case you missed the lyrics....

She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.


Perfect for a first wedding dance, right?!  I thought so.   Can't say we're not ballsy.  Or tacky.  I'm cool with either.

Love.  It makes pay biweek beans and rice go down easier.

But, you're right, Boo, against all odds, we're the big door prize.

4 comments:

  1. The state of education is in the pits. Common sense disappeared and the idiots took charge, it seems.

    That is a cute song! I never heard it before.

    Nice that your FF was trying to cheer you up. Mine seems to feed off my rage and return it to me. The dummy. You'd think he'd have learned by now he can never out-rage me.

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    1. Melissa, LOL, he learned early on that to try to out-rage me, would end with me throwing down the crazy card. We don't -really- fight often. We bicker, not fight, but once early early in our relationship, ( think all of 21 years old - you know, when you still think you know everything) he did something (I don't even remember what) and started to yell and call names at me. Well, I wasn't gonna take that, so I went and pulled his drawers out of the dresser, threw them over the apartment railing and let them bust all over the ground. I followed it up with tossing his xbox into the sink.... I did it all without saying a word to him, then told him in that deadly quiet type voice, if he ever dared to call me that again, I would leave him that minute and never look back. And throw his precious truck keys in the pond.

      Apparently, I made an impression. Ten years (and tons of maturing later) he's still never called me a name again or come close to losing it the way he did that night.

      It helps that our kids are little and so sensitive. We made a bargain to not fight in front of them. So we wait until after they are in bed to talk about it....but usually by then we've both cooled off and forgotten what the hell we were fighting about anyways.

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  2. That song cracked me up! Thanks again!

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