Emotions: How Do They Work?
I don’t know if it is all of the lovely comments I received on yesterday’s post, the fact that Le Clown tried to help my wasteland Facebook page last night, or the fact that I stopped killing people with fiber wire for a few days, but I am a tad bit… emotional.
First, I heard about this story this morning on the radio.
Word
If you are too lazy to read it, the gist of the story is that a principal gave two boys the option of holding hands for a while or suspension in response to their misconduct of fighting. I missed the first half of the story on the radio stating what the boys were in trouble for, so initially I couldn’t help but think, “Well that sounds like a punishment pulled right out of the homophobia jar”. It made me feel a bit dejected. Then I caught the full story and felt all merry and stuff. The boys were fighting. I believe that holding hands wasn’t a punishment, but rather an opportunity to teach the kids a lesson of humanity. A kiss and make up kind of thing. Whether or not I am right or wrong, I will be running around with the can’t-we-all-just-get-along sentiment for the rest of the day.
Then, as if my eyes weren’t already swollen shut, the radio station announced an opportunity to see real snow here in south Louisiana where I am still wearing shorts and an ankle bracelet in the middle of December. Yes, they are apparently going to fill a part of town with “real” snow. I mean, I was wigging out with happy because of the snow on WordPress, but now they are manifesting the real stuff in the middle of my seventy-degrees-and-sunny town. The logistics of this event are still baffling my sensitive little mind, but who cares about logic when there is poorly frozen precipitation?
After I regained composure, and arrived to work right on time, then and only then did I promptly realize that my pants were ripped in a not so subtle area. It was too late to go home and change. Naturally. Sheer coincidence or life’s impeccable comedic timing? You tell me.
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Posted on December 4, 2012, in Humor, Opinion, Silly, work and tagged 25tofly, arizona school principal, Becca Cord, blog, Blogging, christmas, crying, emotional, emotions, Facebook, Hitman, Holding hands, holding hands punishment, Le Clown, life's comedic timing, Louisiana, motivational stories, principal makes students hold hands, ripped pants, snow in lafayette, snow in louisiana, WordPress, wordpress snow widget. Bookmark the permalink. 136 Comments.
Like you, I thought this was to be a recipe for homophobic disaster, but I like the idea. I have 4 boys myself and I am damn well going to use this! I’ll let you know how they go!
Let me know how it goes!! I agree!
I thought i was going to be cool one day and go commando unfortunately I had a terrible rip in my crotch/ass region of my pants and could not not walk to fast or sit down in any public manner. I had to do soem McGuyver shit to save the day Longs tory short dear try duct tape it fixe everything
Are you Jen’s brother from another mother? Good suggestion D!
damn right, I should put a post up about it , u’ve inspired me 🙂 . Duct tape from the inside really helped tho lol
So smart. I has to just accepted my exposed upper thigh and go about my day.
ah upper thigh not so bad homey, You could pretend to be a groupie from whitesnake 🙂
Right on bro!
Phew – I’m glad you mentioned the WordPress snow – I was worried I have a virus on my machine OR brain tumor messing with my vision.
I want snow – it’s too hot here in Tucson as well – but no announcement of real/fake snow…sigh…
If I could bottle some up with dry ice and send it your way, I would! I feel your pain on the hot weather. I just want to wear a sweater dammit!
Word ~
Hugh Laurie makes everything goooood.
Fact.
” If you are too lazy to read it…”
I was too lazy to read it, and I felt like I just got caught swiping cookies or something. 😦
BAD Dave!! Just kidding. I am guilty of the TL:DR myself on occasion.
I was nearly ashamed! And then I remembered I do whatever the hell I want… and then everything was okay again. 🙂
Oh that totally gives me a blog idea… “I Do What I Want” by The Great Ham-El. I dig it, freshly pressed here I come!
I dig it too. Do it. Freshly Pressed can be fickle and confusing though. Good luck.
Yeah, I’m not sure what their standards are, but I’ve seen some truly formulaic and dull pieces in there. I’d rather be a man of the people!
It’s nearly midnight here in warm, but rainy Ohio. Did you make it through the day without anyone messin’ with your ripped pants? Did you see the snow? Did you get all warm and fuzzy inside again? Report!
The snow isn’t until closer to Christmas weekend, but hopefully I will get to go. I did have to admit to one friend about the rip, but luckily no one else found me out (blog friends obviously not included).
Now that you’re famous on the internet via your vlog, you will have to film your snow adventure for us. 😉
I’m definitely stewing on that one. Can you see my grin from Ohio? 🙂
Yes, I can! It would be so much fun, and you are so cute … do it! 🙂
I have an absolute canon of an arm. I’ll throw you some Boston snow. Keep on the lookout.
Got my snow mit ready!
Great article attached! Interesting method. And enjoy the snow! Will you jump in it with shorts on or actually get all dressed up??
Dress up. If there is snow you go all in.
Snow. Oh snow. And being cold. I miss it. Some nights I crank my AC to really super fucking cold JUST so I can put a long sleeved shirt on.
Cold is best reserved for sleeping under ridiculously warm covers :).
Mmm agreed.
Sounds like the kinds of emotions only chocolate can cure.
And beer.
You are extremely intuitive. How about chocolate beer?
Egad, no!
But if you insist, Brooklyn Brewery has an absolutely horrible version of Chocolate Stout.
Yeah, sounds pretty vomit worthy.
True story: I once ripped one of the pockets on my jeans on the ONE day I went commando because I hadn’t done laundry. Basically, I exposed my butthole to everyone.
Bahahha!! You win. Butthole exposure trumps all.
HaHA! Omg – amazing. And I’m really wondering how you hid that later!
I taped a PIECE OF PAPER on the inside of my pants. No shame.
Mad props.
I can’t decide if you are happy or sad. You seem to be floating between crying out of happiness and crying out of sadness. I think you should not cry at all, but have a beer and know that you make me laugh almost every day!
Definitely not crying after that comment! Thank you for cheering me up even more. It was mostly tears of joy!
I once played an entire volleyball tournament with the crotch ripped on my board shorts. Some clear shipping tape and I was good to go. I still play in them. What? They’re comfy.
More power to you. These pants are comfy too, so it was a win as much as a fail.
Seriously! It’s still warm where you live? Look, let’s trade houses for a few months, cause I hate snow and if you like it so much: it’s snowing here, right now!
I think it is just a case of wanting what you can’t have. I really don’t enjoy being cold.
And snow is pretty.
I have seen pictures.
SNOW! And you don’t even have to drive through it! Heavenly.
Maybe I will even do a snow angel!
This post was a nice way to kill some time while you take a break from participating in “Serial Killer Idol”, Becca.I enjoyed hearing about this alternative educational disciplinary method and its effect on your psyche.
Will you be allowed to enjoy the snow while wearing an ankle bracelet? I still say you got a raw deal: those grannies had it coming…
As for your ripped pants, if the Universe can’t fuck with you, then what’s the point of being All-powerful?
Haha you WOULD have me on house arrest for an incident involving elderly women.
If the universe cannot fuck with me, I can not fuck with the universe back. So, I welcome it.
As always, thanks for the loyal read.
Enjoy your snow, Becca!
And forget about the pants! 😀
Thanks Tom!
How could that “Take My Hand” song NOT make you cry!! Oh, my goodness! Good for you, miss cutie, to share this with us. Can I be your friend on FB?
Absolutely. Are we not already?!
Enjoy the fake-ish snow! I hate the real thing up here, but fortunately it’s almost 60 degrees here today, so no danger of it today. As for the punishment of holding hands, I think it’s a very nice idea in theory, hopefully it works in practice! Sorry about your pants, I hope you can find a safety pin or something. I suppose it’s not in an area you can staple.
Thanks Weebs, I didn’t even think about staples! Good idea. Well, now that I rethink it, that might be too dangerous for me this week.
Ripped pants will probably get you a raise. Either a) management will be totally turned on or b) management will believe they pay you such a shitty wage that you are incapable of clothing yourself. Either way, you get a raise!
I am hoping for option B. Please god, option B.
When life hands you ripped pants, make lemonade. Drink it, and find a safety pin. They make it snow in Florida, but it looks and feels like soap bubbles. Oh well, I moved here to get away from that evil stuff anyway.
Aw man, now I want a bubble party more than fake snow. I guess I could put some liquid hand soap in my dishwasher and see what happens.
As someone who did that one time, I do not suggest that, Becca. I do not suggest that at all.
LOL – La La: failing at domestic affairs so we don’t have to.
Yay for poorly frozen precipitation!
You know it!
Enjoy the fake snow. I’m dreading the probably imminent arrival of the real sort – it’s cold enough around here as it is. I’m currently cuddling the computer in the library in an attempt to thaw out my toes.
Cold toes are the worst. I get them chronically!
I feel like I have permanently cold hands and feet right now. My hands warm up quite quickly once I get into bed but my feet take forever – and hot water bottles don’t help; my feet stay cold but sweat at the same time. Which is both disgusting and inconvenient.
I should probably go find a room with a lit fire and sit in front of that. Or maybe try to persuade the Order that we need a branch house on the Med or similar.
Poor thing!
question 3: did you write and post this at work? not judging. just that i’ve had experience using computers/internet/blogging at work, and it wasn’t pretty.
NO.
sorry. i asked because of the progression of events in the post. my bad.
Don’t worry. But let’s not point out the obvious. I do this on lunch break… which sometimes happens to be at ten in the morning.
understandable. i’m happy about your good-feeling-emotional day. that’s a nice thing for a nice person. oh, i’m writing a short story about something, and there’s a girl who’s about 8-years old, the sister of the main character, a boy of 13. i realize this might sound silly, but do you mind if i name her “becca”? she really only appears momentarily in the story, but it was something that popped into my head.
I’d love one of your characters to be named after me. That’s really nice. Plus being 8 is cool and all. Send me the story when it is finished.
will do. been working on it since this morning. idea struck me over the weekend when i was with my daughter at breakfast. it’s about a kid who tells a lie and gets away with it, but he doesn’t know anything about lies. nobody does, like a utopian america where nobody lies, and he tells the first lie, sort of.
Nice. Look forward to reading it. Just don’t make me cry, okay?
depends on the reason. when i watch “the searchers” with john wayne and natalie wood, i cry like a damn baby at the end, but that’s a good thing. shows how much the story affected me. but i don’t think there will be anything in this story that would make you cry.
Since we’re talking ankle bracelets, is this the kind the judge makes you wear?
Man, I thought I covered it up well enough with my long johns when I did my vlog. Now everyone knows!
You and Lindsay, trending a fashion…
Okay, I can’t let the joke go any more. I don’t want to be in the same sentence as Lindsay Lohan.
I went too far…
I will forgive you. This time.
Never again. Today.
Touche.
question 2: have you ever seen the snow in disney during december? it’s pretty cool. fallign from the sky. i think it’s made with – oh, maybe you don’t want me to ruin the mystery.
Like I said, Shut up.
Disneyland snow is amazing. I don’t know its chemical compound, but, dammit, it’s pretty magical. The look of awe and joy it elicits from the crowd borders on beautiful.
based on how it floats and disappears, i think it’s like tiny soap bubbles.
I’ll try and catch one on my tongue someday.
good luck.
If I catch one, please contact the CDC quick.
it’s almost like having your mouth washed out with soap, one bubble at a time.
Now I want to be in Disney world with Mike describing it to me as I walk through the park.
I’m really fun to go with, actually. 🙂
I believe that 100%.
I will be experiencing this soon!
LUCKY! Hmph.
Try to catch one on your tongue and let us know what it tastes like!
Maybe it’s made from the edible bubbles! Those were around for a while – delicious in bubble form. Not good to drink straight up…
Giggs can’t drink her bubbles straight up, eh? Sounds like a bit of a lightweight.
I’ll have some bubbles on the rocks please. Dawn. The good stuff.
Ooh, something from the top shelf, eh?
Long week ahead Mike. Of course.
You got it, Becca. You’re here at the soap bar earlier than usual. Everything okay? Ya know, I’m not just a soaptender, I’m also a good listener.
Oh sure, sure. That you are!
Also, remember there’s a two drink minimum.
And also an avid salesman.
I’ve got three wives to support, so I earn what I can when I can.
Well not I can’t flirt in good faith. Sigh. Make the next one a double please.
I meant, I have three pending divorces. This next one’s on the house, Red.
Smooth.
I wish I were.
Only when they’re grape flavored!
… … dammit…
I secretly judge you, now.
Well there goes your tip!
Dammit!
I’m secretly crying now…
Me too Jillian… time to go find my boyfriend pillow. I mean my regular normal people pillow.
Here. I’m secretly handing you a Kleenex. It’s used, but it’s all I’ve got. I’d buy a new one but Becca isn’t tipping me, so now everyone loses.
I secretly just only have Monopoly money.
That’s okay. My bank account is secretly just the closed mouth of a single Hungry, Hungry Hippo.
It’s cool – I can blow my nose on Becca’s ‘normal person pillow’ if she keeps not tipping you.
Thanks for understanding, Giggs.
Always – that Becca spends so much money trying to get snow into Louisiana!
I know, she’s such a snob.
You won’t be saying that when you see what I have for you soon that’s even better than a tip. Yep. Ponder on that one MIKE.
A snowman made from Louisiana snow?
And on those drinks…
If you don’t mind half-emptied mugs of beer, they’re on the house.
question 1: what’s an ankle bracelet have to do with summer vs. winter?
They are summery. Shut up.
does the shut up refer to disney snow or that i’m too dumb to know how to use accessories as calendars?
Whichever you feel more comfortable with.
(walking away with tail between legs) (as if it’s ever anywhere else, like my armpit or something)