Aims = Aimee = Empress Starborn, yes.

I just hope the bruise is gone by this weekend or it will be in ALL THE PASSOVER PICTURES.

Yep, that Aims is the Empress that we used to call Aims even when it wasn't her name.

And if all those others had just renamed themselves Mildred or Ethel or something we wouldn't have this problem. It worked with the Davids!

No, no, I know we used to call her Aims (and I recall the origins of the title Empress, and know that Mrs Joe can take of her knickers without remover her PJ bottoms, and I know what day it is, and that I have a brother called Nathan Petrelli and superpowers and...no, hang on) but - when did the namechange thing happen?

(amych, I must confess I always think of your nom de guerre as 'amitch' in my head. And Askye as 'ask ye'.)

...not that askye is an amy, obviously. But...yeah, actually I didn't have a point. Um. Did I mention that I'm making peanutbutter-chocolate fudge right now? Um. Oooh, something shiny!

And if all those others had just renamed themselves Mildred or Ethel or something we wouldn't have this problem. It worked with the Davids!

It's like the Dr Seuss poem!

Did I ever tell you of Buffistas.org
Who had twenty-three posters all name named Any or Dave(id)?

Hm, doesn't scan as well as the original.

In meatspace, people call me Aims, too. Just to be confusing.

Jessica, that's the worst. Poor noodle! But it happens, believe me. And it will most likely happen again. Remind me to tell you the awesome story about Ben cracking his head open on the coffee table at three (the blood! good gods) and the ER doctor who wanted to know why he was jumping on the couch.

Um, because he's THREE? And we forgot to let him play in traffic that day?

The truly best, though, was him at eighteen months catapulting himself into the chair by (ground-floor) window in the office to see the garbage trucks. And promptly going right through the screen, into the bushes, in nothing but diaper and onesie. ::nods::

I want to let you all know that I made a serious effort to get my taxes done this weekend, but the stupid mmmmfmfffdfmsmf tax software didn't have anyplace for me to enter one state's income, and the software that I used last year, which let me do part-year resident returns with no problem, now wants to charge me thirty dollars per state!

Needed to let off the steam there. Will have to figure something out tonight, though the paper return for VA looks even more confusing!

My older brother launched himself out of the cot and into a concussion and subsequent hospital trip as our mother was trying to watch the Moon landing. One giant leap indeed.

amych, I must confess I always think of your nom de guerre as 'amitch' in my head.

Heh. The other day, I tried to explain to The Boy about Buffista Conversation #823, In Which We Discuss Phonetic Pronunciation Of Board Names.

He pretty much just gave me the "That's nice, crazy lady" look.

I know I'm not much of a Bitch these days, and I'm sorry to bust up in here like this, but I NEED a place to rant very quickly where I know there will be ears.

I'm at school, in my prep period. I should be finishing preparations for my next class, but can't concentrate because I'm a mess.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, all of our students gather in the gym for our Morning Welcome Session after first period. Today, I already wasn't feeling great because my first period class went pretty poorly (I didn't make my instructions clear enough). But then, the session is being run by our counselor, which means that the principal and the dean are both out of the building - never a good thing. Then, the counselor (who I love and adore but is sometimes a bit clueless) announces that the principal is in a meeting, and then announces that the dean is in a meeting all day as well, and won't be here.

And the students cheered. All of them, across the board, cheered! The counselor gave them the opening, and didn't cut it off quickly enough, and almost seemed to understand, which by itself I find infuriating and beyond understanding, but mostly I'm ashamed of my students.

I understand that deans, who enforce discipline, are rarely popular. I understand that our dean in particular is not always a perfect disciplinarian, and occasionally succumbs to favoritism and mild disrespect towards students. I understand that students don't like her, and she understands that as well. But for an entire room of students to cheer at an announcement that a staff member will not be in school for the day... it made me sick to my stomach.

Then, the counselor mentioned that she might be coming back, and the whole school groaned. I admit it, I screamed at them to stop it. I couldn't help myself. It was just so disgusting to me. I have never been witness to such an extreme of disrespect and immaturity.

I have been annoyed at my students, many times. Angry, several. Furious, occasionally. But I have never in my teaching career been ashamed of my kids, of my school, of my job. Until today. Until now. And I still have to teach all day.