hit me hit me please hit me

oh yes, i can talk smack with the best of the best, and talk smack i've done...all week long. today marked our annual PIE THE PRINCIPAL/TEACHER day at AMS, and i have to say, when ya teach 7th graders, it's sooooo easy to push their buttons! a lil taunt here, a well placed smirk there, a hint of a challenge...you get the idea. what? what's that you say? you wanna smash a pie in my face? well, bring it babe; i bet you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. i bet you'll miss me by a mile. and the kid growls and flushes under the teasing and taunting of his classmates and races off to find a student council member selling tickets to the big event. HA. and it's for a great cause- we raise money for fighting cancer. and i have a very personal score to settle with cancer, so you know i'm running my mouth all week.

which brings us to today. choosing to err on the side of caution, i donned jeans, gym shoes, and faculty t shirt today and commenced talkin smack with my darlings as soon as i made it to team corner this morning. and lo and behold...a lot of my kiddies' names were pulled from the jar, but most of them went for bailey or taylor, and i think i even saw jones take a hit. and then. sweet josh was called up...and who did he request? his very favorite teacher HRMPH. this kid is truly cool...he got a weight bench for christmas and nearly killed himself when we returned in january in his haste to tell me all about it. see josh and i have a few common interests, and weight lifting happens to be one of them. in fact, we've been known to arm wrestle a time or two. sigh- he beats me, ok? anyways... he calls me out and i'm still talking smack while i slip into my cool poncho and oh so snazzy shower cap. yep, i flustered him...hehehe the kid missed me by a mile. a lil spattered up on my cheek from the impact on the board, but i was clean. so you know i was hamming it up and running my big ole mouth after that. my team was hootin and hollerin like crazy folks up in the stands and gave him much hell for missing me. i strutted back to my seat and chatted more with carlisle and dieckmann and anderson and all of a sudden, i was being called out again! and this time, by terrance. now terrance is just a neat kid. we like to check him out first thing in the mornin to see what kind of wild socks he's wearing. and of course, me being me, i'm talkn smack the whole way up to the board and i donned my snazzy pink shower cap once more (still clean, i might add) and stuck my head through the hole and shouted one last taunt, "BRING IT" and lil terrance...well, he grinned at me and hollered back, "BRINGING IT" and then wham-o (um, whipped cream on a paper plate flung full force into the face kinda stings) he nailed me! and as i sputtered and stuttered all flabbergasted and whatnot, ole terrance walked backwards, threw his hands up and said, "BROUGHT IT" HA- what an awesome kid! and of course, harris with her omnipresent camera, got some great shots of my stunned and creamed face. i'll post on facebook when she emails to me.

needless to say, i hauled ass to the nearest shower as soon as kids were released for the weekend. and ya know what? i indulged in one of my favorite things...i took a shower (hot as i could stand it) and crawled into bed and let my body relax, muscle by weary muscle. and woah, i fell asleep! that used to be unheard of for me, but here lately, it's becoming a wee more common. hmmm, i must be at peace.

yep, somebody pinch me, i must be dreaming