Boys can be Gymnasts Too!

Always rigid in my rigid stereotypes, I have always held the popular belief that women were more flexible than men. Of course, right, who in their right minds would ever think it could be the other way around!!!!! WELL, honey, I've got news for you!


In the last six months or so, I have been dare I say "introduced" to the gymnastics of males. No, I'm not talking about any nasty bedroom circus routines; I'm actually referring to kids too when I say males.

I think it started with an extremely unique 6th grade student, who the other kids at my school adoringly call "Starboy". (He himself, prefers to be called Coco, which is the nickname he created for himself, but the story of this and his homeland Cocostan may have to be reserved for another day). My interest in Starboy began when on the third day of school I turned around from writing on the board to find him completely under his desk balancing his body on one kneecap with the other leg arched out at about a 75 degree angle. Since then, he has amazed me with similar antics, my favorite one probably being a stunt at the last school dance where he managed to lower his legs down into the splits position, stopping just inches from the ground so that his mouth was at the right proximity to munch on a giant cupcake that he placed on the floor in front of him for such reason (really probably the funniest thing I have seen in my new adult life).

I could write "Starboy" off as one of those delightful freaks of nature, if it weren't for other recent unrelated events, such as another random 7th grader doing a cartwheel down the hall in his trek from room 801 to 802, or the tantillating observations I've made in the past two weeks while the gym students are forced to dance. I've been very impressed with the flexibility of these boys.

Ok, so some junior high students are minor league acrobats. Apparently, this is not a talent that some owners of the Y chromosome grow out of. I had never known my boyfriend, Mr. Ashley Bennett to be super acrobatic. However, since he's gotten the puppy and I've starting paying more attention to it than him, he's had to result in carrying out puppy-like maneuvers himself in a fetish attempt to regain my eye. The acts have included several somersaults, flips, off the wall jumps, and of course your standard stand on your head upside down move (don't think I've seen Ares do that trick yet).

I guess boys always had the skill, I just never had my eyes completely open to it. Let's remember, everyone, that boys can and are gymnasts too!

O-O Puppy Breath

So Ares Ino Bennett has finally come home, and I must say he is a cutie (during the day, at night he likes to do what all fresh from the farm puppies do and howl the whole night). Like the true dog whisperer, I brought out the mischief in him. He has been behaving a lot more hyper the last couple of days since I came over. However, also like the true dog whisperer, I have gotten him to stop crying so much (1. because I'm getting more energy out of him and 2. because the god of war is already growing up). I think the funniest thing that I've noticed so far was him crying today. I had assumed during the last couple of nights that he was super upset, tearing at the cage, etc. while he cried. But today I put him in there when I was trying to take a nap (I wonder why), and he was crying while he PLAYED!!! with his stuffed animal and rope. I mean this puppy is rolling all over the cage throwing his stuffed animal around and chewing on it like he's actually enjoying himself, and he's screaming bloody murder at the same time. Now I don't think I will feel so sorry for him next time, although I guess I should be glad that the terrible sound is muffled by the plush Rhino in his mouth.

Appropriate pictures will follow of my handsome dude once Ashley or Deborah finds my camera USB cord.

Fact of the Day

As every earthling may know if they've heard me talking recently, I am currently teaching To Kill A Mockingbird to my 8th grade students. There's a delicious scene in the book where a doggy has rabies, not the traditional violent rabies, but the dumb rabies (yes, there are two types according to my research). So this sparked a candid conversation with my students about the painful vaccinations that need to be administered multiple times if a humanoid happens to get bitten by a rabid animal. Apparently the shots are given through the (GET THIS) BELLY BUTTON. A couple of my students actually had to get this when they were little kids in Mexico (once again proving that America may be going downhill but at least we still legally mandate vaccination of pets [not sure if chimps applicable])

so while the biting bitter bitching cold of Chicago may be a bit too much at times, at least none of us got a shot through our belly button today. oh yeah and today was warm enough that i had one of deborah's beers on my porch. things are starting to look up!!


p.s. i'll give a chocolate heart to anyone who correctly guesses what famous author may have allegedly died of rabies

Oh Wow

I guess it did work, so there are no more excuses to generate. I will start my first real entry off with a joke:

This guy walks into a library, goes up to the counter and tells the librarian, "I want a bacon cheeseburger with pickles, fries, and an RC Cola."

The librarian replies, "Sir, this is a library."

The man apologizes, and then whispers, "I want a bacon cheeseburger with pickles, fries, and an RC Cola."

(This joke would be more effective if spoken instead of read so don't underestimate it's ability to make humans laugh.)

I'm Back?

After much attempt to change the hideously outdated blog name "Beccasexy" to the gloriously modern "The Becca Machine" apparently the fruits of my labor have been performed in vain...

And so I ask: Am I back?
Should I continue posting or start a new blog account or do nothing at all....


Answers will come eventually maybe