tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61125672009-08-10T12:02:07.794-07:00Back from the dead, OFM returns with a slightly askew view.Robbynoreply@blogger.comBlogger256125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-85711761334079321002007-11-09T13:12:00.000-08:002007-11-09T13:14:38.118-08:00

I have moved opperations into new digs: overfed.wordpress.comIt will allow a few more features that I don't have here, and is a welcome change to prior habits. This site will remain eternally....or at least until blogger deletes it.Stop on over and tell me what you think...although it may be still in construction.

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-21277768808312611192007-10-24T21:04:00.000-07:002007-10-24T21:34:57.790-07:00

Last night while eating out at a local joint my daughter ran into her first table. She has been walking for quite some time now, so I guess we have been lucky. She really popped it, running full speed and BONK (like a baseball off the top of the table). It knocked her straight on her ass. She didn't really cry initially, but gave that look of 'what the fuck did I just crash into.' It was pure

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-17814912512535556762007-10-24T20:42:00.000-07:002007-10-24T21:04:33.535-07:00

So I re-start the blog after several months. I haven't died, nor quit, I have just been busy. As some of you know, Spring is track season and it encompasses much of my time. Also during that period, I had applied for and finally got a new job at a new school. This summer was spent working on my house, playing with my daughter, and preparing for the new job.I am no longer a biology teacher

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-83494275851209890072007-03-26T20:44:00.000-07:002007-03-26T20:45:37.426-07:00

What a boob I am.

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-52825293360239610052007-03-08T20:03:00.000-08:002007-03-08T20:22:45.860-08:00

Things I know at this moment:I am bored. No, I am fucking bored. I watch waaaay too much TV.McD's is only good when you least expect it, you can't go in thinking it will be good, you will only be disappointed.Uhmmmmmm.Headaches suck balls.Having too much on your mind leads to headaches.Headaches can be cured by drinking.My wife is a good hearted woman, and I am her good time'n man.I don't want

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-83521260932490003802007-03-08T19:46:00.000-08:002007-03-08T20:03:23.531-08:00

Does a song about masturbation really make someone hungry for a burger? Come on Wendy's, give us a break.Although Gano claims that the song is not about masturbation, if you are between the ages of 30-40, that is the first thing you think of ..."big hands I know your the one..."The burger does come with a cheesy sauce.

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-17358098477523452702007-02-01T13:04:00.000-08:002007-02-01T13:33:44.155-08:00

So I have been a little hit and miss lately... Forgive me father, as it has been 2 week since my last confession. I commit to the following random people, news and views since we last spoke...Is it June yet? I dread each and every day I wake and have to go to work. I enjoy the time with the kids, but the thought of working within a building that houses the man who has essentially fired (laid

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-52570301844624378702007-01-17T11:12:00.000-08:002007-01-17T11:22:27.891-08:00

Anticipayayation. Oooooo that Carly Simon really reves my engine.This post really doen't realte to anything more than the title of this song. So, as you can see, my "New" year isn't really off to a great start. I am getting a little nervous about finding a job, even though most openings for teachers don't come out for a month or so. Coming to work each morning is torture. I dread waking up

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-52240725089526980002007-01-11T13:04:00.000-08:002007-01-11T13:09:56.056-08:00

I realize this is a late post, by almost a month now...but I had lost the mood to blog...The day before break I was notified about my position at the new school for next year (we are going into a whole grade sharing agreement...consolidation basically). It was in the form of a christmas card...it was a PINK one!So I was able to celebrate my x-mas break with a layoff for next year. Yippee

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-28606127796086307772006-12-19T20:01:00.000-08:002006-12-19T20:11:42.871-08:00

What is it with blue hairs and broasted chicken? I mean, I like a good crispy chicken tit now and then, but come on. The Gerries act like they're going to the chair tomorrow as they belly up to the ol' boo-fay. Most of them skip the salad just to make sure they can eat like 17 pieces of chicken. They're picky too, they could spend 15 minutes searching, and picking, and turning the chicken in

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-37308555166811574732006-12-19T19:50:00.000-08:002006-12-19T20:01:49.015-08:00

So I walk into my classroom the other day, just as the bell has rung. One of my students is shaking her booty with her back to me. She is facing the class. So I have to ask what's up..."Doing a little dance before class?" Huh-ha...she giggled. I was doing the machine-gun jugglies. "The what?""You know, from that movie." she proclaimed. (Austin Powers I presume)Obviously she is not the shy

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-62817655718142995062006-12-12T20:18:00.000-08:002006-12-12T20:36:27.657-08:00

Within two days of my newest post, I have 2 friends say, "Good to see ya back". I can't believe it. It makes me wonder how they knew. Maybe I sent out a blog-vibe subconsciously.I don't really have too much to comment on. So here are a few random news and views:I just finished my fall graduate courses, YEA! I now have a few weeks to play catch up in my classes at school. Our semester ends

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1165463905308786242006-12-06T19:53:00.000-08:002006-12-06T19:58:25.320-08:00

In a desperate attempt to release some of the pressure from my brain, I am contemplating firing up the old blog. I hope she still has gas, and that her plugs still fire.I am sitting at home with strep throat. What a bitch. I thought that after you hit like age 20, you were immune from strep. Guess not, this sucks.On top of being sick, I have 2 7-10 page papers to write. One of which has to

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1154740751211673072006-08-04T18:15:00.000-07:002006-08-04T18:19:11.226-07:00

I am in class right now as we speak. I am taking online graduate courses and I am supposed to be listening/reading a presentation from another student. I am getting bored though. The first 3/4 is ok. The other 1/4 is an html editor review. I have heard somewhere in the vacinity of 18 of these already. So, I pay attention to the first bit, then wander the web on the other 1/4. Does this

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1154311229085870042006-07-30T18:55:00.000-07:002006-07-30T19:00:29.100-07:00

I was at a kegger last night. It was slightly different than I rememeber them. This one consisted of patrons around the average age of 35. I was there for the begging the middle and the end. It was almost like a family reunion with a keg instead of kool aid.The morning on the day of the keg, I help to tin a shed. For those not from Iowa, or the midwest maybe, tinning a shed consists of

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1153453792969276972006-07-20T20:35:00.000-07:002006-07-20T20:49:52.993-07:00

Breakfast club is on TV right now. This is a good thing. I have basic cable...like super basic. We get 20 channels maybe, 5 of them are locals, 6-7 are news, PBS, HSN, CMT, WE, TBS and Spike are the only decent 2. Breakfast Club is actually on WE - Women's entertainment...I'm watching cinematherapy on the Women's Entertainment channel...what was I saying in the post before this? Oh yeah, I'm

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1153452843823043982006-07-20T20:29:00.000-07:002006-07-20T20:34:03.843-07:00

As my wife noted earlier this week, I have become somewhat of a bore at home. I am not working this summer (1st summer off in 17 years), I am instead a stay at home dad until august when school starts. So, consequently, I don't have much interaction with others, therefore I don't have much to say when my wife gets home. She talks about her day at work, I mention a few things Addison did, and

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1150689482626335792006-06-18T20:52:00.000-07:002006-06-18T20:58:02.643-07:00

I hate that fricking word. I keep my kids from saying it at school. "Why?" they ask. Because I know what you really want to say instead...FUCK. I don't actully include the word in my rebuttle. Now I can't stop saying it. Frick Frick Frick. Actually I usually say it like this Frrrriiiiiiick. Fricking word.I have to admit, I have been slacking on the blogging front. I have been done with

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1148064757916844682006-05-19T11:47:00.000-07:002006-05-19T13:07:03.220-07:00

First things first, I wish I could remember calling you. I also called B and explained to him how to spell his name; " Poosay", and I had a 7 minute conversation with Puffer that I have removed from memory also. For your answer -- Try Whale TailsSecondly, try this if your bored at work: Disc Golf

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1147464563783187012006-05-12T12:57:00.000-07:002006-05-12T13:09:23.796-07:00

I teach at a small HS and we don't have a shitter in the teachers lounge like many schools. So, I have two choices, only one if I didn't coach. I can use the coaches office shitter - which I do regularily, or I can use the student one. Option OneThe coaches shitter is hardly ever cleaned but we keep it quite neat. The only trails left are of the vapor kind. I posted a sign in there the other

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1146839860753403822006-05-05T07:22:00.000-07:002006-05-05T07:37:40.770-07:00

Sounds like a band name to me. Maybe "Mr. Lugol and the Iodines" I was giving an exam today and we needed to use Lugol's solution. To those that are not science minded, Lugols is an Iodine solution. so, I am readying the stuff for the kids, and I feel an itch on my chin, so I scratch. SOB, I didn't say that but I was thinking it as I pulled my iodine coated finger away from my foss (face). It

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1146255873860957122006-04-28T13:03:00.000-07:002006-04-28T13:36:15.310-07:00

Wow....I still have people checking in on the ol' blog. I have been so out of it, I haven't even been reading my favorites. With track season here my brain has shifted gears. My thoughts are on times and scoring points in meets. It is an obsession. I had been neglecting some papers I needed to correct just to satisfy my track and field fix. My thought is to just give a grade without

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1145995288535230752006-04-25T12:53:00.000-07:002006-04-25T13:01:28.556-07:00

In case you have all forgoten who I am, I thought I would give you a textual image you can imagine in your heads.* I am a high school science teacher* I am one of those guys who feels comfortable in a short sleeve dress shirt with a tie (You know, the dorky math teacher look)* I only wear ties twice a year to school. The first day and picture day. * I am one of those guys who wears short

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1143213857412420132006-03-24T06:25:00.000-08:002006-03-24T07:24:17.466-08:00

My buddy who teaches next door to me passed this along, and since I don't have much to say otherwise, I thought I would share it.Blonde freshman to her teacher: Does knocked-up mean you have had sex or that you're pregnant?I am not sure exactly what he told her, but he did set her straight. I told him he should have said: Knocking-boots is having sex, knocked-up is pregnant.Then my buddy told

Robbynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112567.post-1142053919175423972006-03-10T21:06:00.000-08:002006-03-10T21:11:59.186-08:00

2 reasons I want a camera phone and 2 reasons why my wife won't allow it.As seen at the area mall this past weekend....* A decorative sign that said Hope, but read Herpe (the cursive was pooor)* A mannequin at Vicki's Secrets with a prominent camel-toe.I have a shitty $20 pocket digital that I need to carry just for that occasion, but always seem to forget. So, you will have to imagine it.

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