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Doin' the time to get the dime. Her Momma did NOT raise her to drink cheap champagne.

May 08, 2004

TODAY! is! THE! DAY!

Today is the day! Today is the day! Today is AIRPORT DAY!
In light of such happy (oh frabjous day!) events, I have decided to tell each one of you, whether you know who the damn hell I am or not, WHY I LIKE YOU. I got the most amazing pat on the back from a parent the other day in the form of this comment "Thank you, thank you so very much for taking care of the children so wonderfully! You have this calm attitude, that is so amazing! You are a wonderful teacher!" For someone to notice that about me amidst a roomfull of 27 vibrant *ahem* children, I was truly tickled. I'm not all piss and vinegar. Sometimes I'm sugary and sweet. I wanted to pass on the favor, because I was thinking that sometimes I like you all more than people that I interact with daily and in person, and GOSH DARN IT, I like you. (Pointing finger at you. Yes. YOU.)

Mr. B. , I LIKE YOU. You pass yourself off as a lazy college student, but I think you've got the smarts, mister. You inspired me to blog with your crazy-ass pictures and your ridiculous stories. I almost peed in my pants when you linked me, I was so happy!

RP, I always tell students' parents not to live vicariously through their children, but damn girl! I just don't have the energy to keep up with you! I am addicted to your updates. I always want to know what you do next!

A Rose by any other name would NOT smell as sweet. I appreciate your honesty. Your humor. Your candid writing. And, you've got a bucket of fucket. Curse words, mmmm...YUM!

RACHEL! is like the girl at the party who I never want to leave because she's got me laughing so hard I swear that I have lost 10 pounds, all from my hips and butt. She will also stand up for you to anyone. This, after being married to TSS, I deeply APPRECIATE.

A. I like you. You're a teacher. You're sarcastic. You suffer with me at the Master's goal. You like me. What's not to like? I LIKE YOU.

The Pieman . You probably don't know why I call you that, but it's okay. You RECOMMENDED me to a group! You live in Hong Kong! You made sure that I had a home! You write smart! *HEE* Poke. Poke. I like you.

And YOU! You SEND me stuff! Good stuff! Hell, I might even love you! In a completely unstalkerish way, you know?

Ratey-0!! Too bad you're not Mexican, but I LIKE YOU anyway. You ADAMANTLY proclaim your LIKE for my writing. BIG HEAD. BIG HEAD. You make my happy soar.

NBM, I stalk you like celery. I think you're funny. Your sense of humor reminds me of a crisp, clean dollar bill - which happens to be one of my favorite things. I want to send you one of those notes. Will you be my friend? Check yes or no. But I want to cross out the NO, because if you checked no, I think I would deflate. Like a box of peeps if you leave them open for two years.

J Witty. Smart. Beautiful. And utterly graceful while dealing with the wrath of that whiny bitch, Kell. WHO I WILL NOT LINK, BECAUSE She offends me more than J-Kwon. But J, J SHINES. Her writing, her design, HER MOXY. If I were a little girl, I would want to grow up and be her. Which is kind of scary. And psycho. I want to send her the friend note, too.

M. I like you. I don't know you very well, but I like you. I read your blog, and I like you. You add me to your friends list, and I LIKE YOU. Hey. Did I tell you that I like you?

Teejmahal You don't know me either, but I LIKE YOU. You are engaging and funny and brilliant. I wait for your updates anxiously, because I never know what the hell you're going to say, and HEY! I love spontaneity.

MADFISH. I REALLY like you. Your life intrigues me. You made my new house look like a home. Which you really didn't have to do. At all.

PM, you hold the keys to the whole damn thing. Your efforts are tireless. I don't really think I've met somebody who is as good as you are - making people happy. Selflessly.

3leg I REALLY like you. A LOT. I think you are funny, and honest, and compassionate. I find these qualities very appealing in a male. Also, you shot up your ex father in law's boat. I just want to stand next to you. I like you.

TT I LIKE YOU! You live in Japan! With me! You are witty! Smart! Funny! And you document everything! WITH PICTURES! I LIKE! I LIKE! I BUY! I BUY!

She-Dork I LIKE YOU. I think you're brilliant. Vibrant. Resilient. Funnyent.


Surfcat, you don't have a webpage, BUT I LIKE YOU! You ALWAYS leave me comments, which as you know, make me INSANELY happy. And you are always complimentary. Which, as you know, is the key to my female heart! BLOG, dammnit! You're like Zorro.

Damn, where does the time go when I'm kissing everybody's butt? I've got to leave in 2 hours, and the house is a shitass mess. Rachel told me to do laundry, but of course I didn't listen, because I don't do what you tell me if it is a good thing for me to do. Tell me to jump off a building, I'm there! If you want me to like you too, well, I probably already do.

Airport day. Airport Day. YAYYY!

Comments
on May 8, 2004 01:42 PM Madfish Willie said:

Thank you for the kind words. That makes two of you now. Woohoo!

on May 9, 2004 04:01 AM Howard said:

Alex,

You made my day. Thanks very much! You are awesome.

H

on May 9, 2004 11:53 AM Marian said:

I like you, too! Seriously, if I were one of those people who divided my links by my perception of humor level, you would so totally be under the "Very Funniest Blogs Ever" heading. When I get behind in blog reading, you are the first person I miss, and the first person I try to catch up on.

on May 10, 2004 02:51 AM rachel said:

Aw Alex I love you bunches. I cant wait to party down in Phoenix!

on May 10, 2004 03:35 AM Rose said:

Aw, thanks, sweet cheeks!! You know I love you right back, right?

Had sushi the other night and thought of you. Can't wait!

on May 10, 2004 03:31 PM Simon said:

You've got great taste. And I've not heard the Pieman thing since my brother gave up on it 20 years ago, so it's good to be reminded of it!

on May 10, 2004 07:17 PM Alex said:

All,

I think I can blanket comment this time. Mainly because I just enumerated why I like all of you so much. Don't think this will be a common occurence, OH NO. I still like to answer each and every one of you. I am glad I could put a little smile on your faces. It's the least I could do when all of you keep me smiling - a difficult feat! :)

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