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I haven't been posting too much because I'm hardly ever home any more it seems.  It's gotten so bad that I told my dad maybe we should talk about me getting my room back over there.  He just laughed.  Probably because he knows he would have to put up another shed to house all of the fabric my mother has in my old room.

In any case, mostly I just sleep at my house and feed the dogs.  And sometimes I try to catch up on TV.  Mostly I do this at 5:30am when I know that the possibility of a crisis is greatly reduced.  What this means is that my pack of dogs feels more than slightly neglected and which Randi and Earl expressed Saturday or Sunday by removing my bike helmet from the garage and chewing it up.  Now, granted, I have not been using my bike helmet because I don't have my road bike or my mountain bike, having lent them out to people who could actually ride them.  The sight of my chewed up bike helmet was the final sign that I need to sell my mountain bike and road bike and so it was with great reluctance that I texted Chadwick to help me figure out a fair price for them.  I'm trying to put on my big girl pants about it because I know that I'm not ever going to ride my bikes again and I know that I'm very lucky that I can even walk again without pain and most of the time I feel like that, but then Monday morning Coach Box brought a Cyclevélo magazine in French to my classroom as a present and I spent all morning oogling it like it was Playboy.  And the truth is I'm a bit sad to get rid of my mountain bike and road bike because I really enjoyed riding my bikes.  I'm keeping my green commuter bike with the basket, but it did not make all the boys jealous like my Gary Fisher HiFi Pro fancy frame with the fancy fork and seat with the rip from when I fell doing the Blue Diamond trail outside of Vegas with Bill and convertible to tubeless wheels or my LeMond road bike.  The Gary Fisher HiFi Pro had replaced the broken frame on my Gary Fisher Cake II Deluxe which was my first real mountain bike and which I used to chase Nick Viselli around Bell Mountain one summer and which went on many many mountain bike trips and which got hike a biked all around the desert.

In other news, my classroom faces the front parking lot which allows me to keep a close eye on who is coming and going every day.  And don't think I don't because it gives me something to do while I'm repeating for the 17th time in one hour "Mario a fumé un café où il a bu un café?"  Well today I was busy quizzing kids on l'Invasion des Normands au XII au IV siècles when three men (boys) with dumb hats on walked up the sidewalk. I thought those three look like they're up to no good.  Not too much longer the three men (boys) walked back to their car WHEN the one man (boy) undid his belt and PULLED DOWN HIS PANTS!  I was passing out papers and I put my paper in front of my face and exclaimed, "Il a baissé son pantalon!  Son pantalon!!"  Now, yes, it is true that this man (boy) did not moon me.  It is true that this man (boy) was wearing whatever the fuck men (boys) wear underneath their pants but over their underoos and that was what I saw but I'm not going to lie- it was shocking to see him undo his belt and then drop is pants!  Son pantalon!  In front of my fucking room!! I promptly called the office and said, "Yes, um, so there's these guys..."  They sent over George, the security guard.  George and I spend a lot of time after school driving around in the cart delivering snack while George throws out the most obscure and awesome movie references.  Today in reference to the pants dropping it was Porky's.  Porky's!  One day he threw out the name Richard Grieco and then talked about License to Kill.  George is awesome.  George asked for a description.  I couldn't give him one because all I could remember were these punks dumb hats.  George told me that regrettably, without a better description than some kid with a dumb hat pulled down his pants and didn't actually flash anyone  anything besides the stupid not underwear that men (boys) with dumb hats wear that he was probably not going to be able to identify the perpetrator.