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Well, that's just it. Other than the northeast, Italian is not a popular language to teach in secondary levels of education, so getting another job elsewhere isn't so easy. It's horrendous, and the community complains, yet the district hasn't increased the budget in 2 years. We're out of money. Our classes are larger this year. Thank God my chairperson ordered my books BEFORE they put a freeze on everything (in October). It's ridiculous, I spend over $500 out of pocket each year just in supplies to do my job, and now it's going to be much more. The kids are lucky, they are getting their books, but there are problems in all departments, like the art department not having paint at all this year, or the tech department not having lumber to do projects.

Yeah, but that'll get you what, a cup of coffee?

Yay, you're getting me a present! Sorry to hear about your job Mikey, I'm treading on thin water myself since the state just slashed our budget midyear by millions (which is going to KILL my district--as we already are near the end of our paper supply and we can't get any other supplies like books, chalk, pens, etc.), and they're going to look to excess people, and since this is my tenure year, I could be an easy target.

It' so sad I can't find reason for any of those brands to stick around when just considering NA. But I'm going to have to say Buick since it's my passion (since Olds left us).

My friend already orders her Dominos online. I'm not surprised by this. What I am surprised is that anyone would order pizza from Dominos as it's really the farthest thing from good pizza.

Honestly, I hate these little toaster-ovens on wheels, but nicely done Kia.

What a different time. It's amazing... so much passion, and so much more freedom of speech.

Winter is my favorite season hands down. I hate the heat, and snow just makes everything purdy (until it becomes that slushy crap). Unfortunately on Long Island we see mostly noreasters which are much more irritating than a heavy snowstorm. Nothing pretty comes out of a noreaster.

That's how I like it. My favorite is when it's snowing very heavy, the world stands still at night, you're inside, under a big blanket, some hot cocoa, a good movie, some loved ones, etc. We tend to watch horror movies though--a night we're all stuck in brings on The Stand, or some other Steven King marathon. Haven't seen Anchorman yet.

I have the best gas story: Several years ago I was living with my friends while I got my masters. My friend Melinda was on a health kick, and everything in the house was soy. Soy milk, soy meat, soy everything. Well, the first week while myself and her husband were adjusting to it, we would build up a lot of gas. Kelly, our dog, walked behind me and stood up at the window ledge to look out. She cut one, but my friends thought it was me. And I started laughing while I was denying it, which caused me to squeeze a little fart out. I started laughing harder, and more gas came out. I laughed even harder and I farted harder. Well, each time it got worse, and by about the fifth fart, I was hysterical with no sound coming out of my mouth... then everything went black. Next thing I know, my friend is screaming, "Paulie! Paulie are you okay!?" while shaking me. We labeled the story: "The Day I Farted Myself Unconscious".

The funny thing is, as soon as I hit 21, I stopped drinking. I would say I drink once a year now. Although I will admit, I've started drinking wine on Fridays.

Congrats Rivieraranch! I want interior shots!

Well Satty, because of your last thread, I kept replaying "Beans, beans the musical fruit" in my head. But that is not exactly what you were talking about. Lately, I haven't had a song in my head. Last year it was "Please don't stop the music" for a while.

You think that's bad... last winter I had a stomach virus... I had the most putrid gas ever. The kind that slips out softly and you're not even sure if you just $h! yourself with water. I planted myself near a window during dead of winter and I taught the majority of classes that day from that position in the room.

I had violent gas a couple of weeks ago--I had to hold it in for hours until I had a break. I kept saying, "Who is moving desks all day?!" every time my stomach grumbled. When I finally got to my car halfway through the day to go to the other building, I nearly blew the Buick off its axles.

They go for 11-12 bucks on the actual Long Island. Be grateful for your $9.50

Just don't go to that station anymore.

Scarsdale.

I'm very sorry to hear of your loss. My thoughts are with you and your family.

Yeah, I thought about that, but I know Nick knows The Simpsons which is where it is from.

No, I often just find the best parking spot I can whether it is next to a car like mine or not.

A Flaming Dr. Pepper? Hmmm... I much prefer a Flaming Mo. "...when liquor in a mug, can warm you like a hug, happiness is just a Flaming Mo away..."

The ONLY beer I like. I don't drink beer, but whenever I go to one friend's house, he always has a case around.

I want to add Evangeline Lily.

I know what you mean. My entire dash is a soft vinyl, my door panels are cloth that is stitched to have a variety of patterns in it, my arm rest is padded and cloth, even though it opens up for storage, it's still comfortable. I will say though that the Lexus interiors (albeit I haven't been in them for a few years) were always top notch. Soft materials, tight fit and finish, and gorgeous wood.