Suntana's Blog Trek

Grrrrrrr! What is it … Sunday now? I could have sworn I started on this Post last night. Okay, that's a veracity-challenged claim. I THOUGHT a lot about starting yesterday evening. I got about as far as Rosie O'Donnell running a marathon … after she ate a large pizza, 2 hamburgers and an entire ice-cream cake. That's right; I never got started. You know that TV commercial with that old lady, "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up?" Well, yesterday I was in CSS mode and I couldn't get out. Ever since getting some CSS Tips from DrLaunch on Friday and subsequently finding some other useful CSS Goodies in a link at his Blog, I wanted to do some playing. I wanted to fix my Blog's Sidebar Headings. I wanted to make them taller and change to a bigger font. Plus, it was bugging me that since I installed the Gold border on my Banner, now the Sidebar Headings were clashing. Ideally, I wanted to give the Sidebar Headings the same Gold effect as my Banner. However, nice as that Gold effect looks, it's not very conducive to making for good contrast with text on it.

Writing Showtime kept getting closer and closer. Undaunted or maybe stubborn, I was determined to thread the needle. I was like, "I CAN fix my Sidebar Headings AND write my Post." I proceeded with a series of modifications to my former Sapphire Sidebar Headings. I achieved better results with each screwing around bit modification, but I kept ending up singing the Mick Jagger Blues, "I Can't Get No … Satisfaction." That's right, 100% satisfaction eluded me. Meanwhile, 7:00PM came around. There I still was, "Ehhh, I'm almost there. I can feel it. I'll start my Post in half an hour." Seemingly as quickly as an ear-to-ear smile comes to me when I see my Dancing With the Stars Babe Edyta, 7:30 and 8:00PM blazed upon me. Finally at 8:35PM, I resigned myself, "Alright, Post-writing Mission Aborted! FINE, Carlos! Go play in your CSS / Blog-fiddling Playground. Something might as well get done. No sense in 2 things not getting done." Now having given myself carte blanche to experiment and brainstorm with full focus, I made the Gold Sidebar Headings concept work after some Windows Paint surgery on the image.



That task taken care of and out of the way, I can finally get started on my Post for the week. This Sunday morning, now with a clearer mind, I wondered, "So, what am I going to write about now that I am all out of excuses all refreshed?" It quickly came to me, "Heyyy! *** Writing *** That's the ticket." I decided to Blog about a Writing incident back in High School, which sorta got me in a little bit of trouble.

No, it didn't involve me writing some scathing tell all exposé regarding some school administration scandal. This incident involves a classmate of mine whom I shall call Fido. Why Fido? Why not? Nah, but seriously, I chose "Fido" because it's a little bit close to his name … plus, because he was a DOG. Now before y'all's mind goes all crazy conjuring up all sorts images, I don't mean I literally had a four-legged, shaggy-haired, tick-housing, flea factory DOG as a classmate. That is to say, my classmate Fido's unauthorized, devious, Dirty Dog stunt is what got me in trouble.

We had done a Writing assignment in English class. It had already been graded and our papers returned to us. Fido had been absent a couple of days for some reason. It might have been rabies quarantine; I forget. Just Kidding! When Fido came back to school, he came to me and said he was having trouble getting started with that Writing assignment. He asked me if he could see my paper so as to get an idea of what the assignment entailed. My immediate reaction was of course, "Are you kidding me? So you can copy me?" Seemingly very honest and humble, Fido assured me, "Oh No! I wouldn't do that. I just want to get an idea of what the teacher wants. I'll of course then write my own content." With Fido looking like a helpless, lost, sad puppy, I against my better judgment, reluctantly lent him my paper. Far be it for me to stand in the way of the progress of education.

A couple of days later, the English teacher very casually asked us, "Hey, class, do y'all remember that Writing assignment y'all did the other day?" With me being very proud of my exemplary A Paper, I quickly blurted out, "Oh yeah! You mean the one about (Whatever it was about, which I can’t recall.) … ?" The teach confirms, "Yes! Exactly! That's the one. Could I get that back from y'all? I just want to quickly check something." Not knowing what the teacher was up to, I all obligingly go, "Sure thing! Let me go get it. I think it's in my locker." At the time, I didn't know the significance of the teacher going, "Oh yes, please do that, Carlos."

I headed to my locker outside the classroom in a carefree manner. After all, if the teacher wanted to be enthralled by and drool over my masterpiece of a paper, who was I to deny her of that? As I started searching for my paper in my locker, I was suddenly surprised by Fido. Apparently he had also asked to go to his locker. In a very guarded, concerned and whispering tone of voice, Fido goes, "Carlos … don't give her your paper. She doesn't really want to see anybody else's paper. She just wants to see yours and mine. She wants to check and ascertain whether I copied your paper." My eyes probably getting all big and my heart starting to beat faster, I go, "What do you mean? What are you talking about? Why would she think that? I mean … you didn't copy my paper, right? You assured me you only wanted to get an idea." Sheepishly, but still very worried, Fido finally lets the cat out of the bag, "Nnnnggg, well, I guess I sorta maybe did copy more than I intended." I was officially in a Mini Freaking Out mode, "WwwWHAT? Son of the BEACH! Fugg!" Fido, still had the audacity to calmly reiterate, "Don't give her your paper, Carlos. She'll confirm what she already strongly suspects. Then we'll both be in real trouble." I HAD already found my paper. At that time, the teacher pops in on us and inquires, "So, Carlos, did you find your paper?" Trying my best not to project an aura of lying, I go, "No Ma'am, I can't seem to find it. I've looked everywhere. I thought it was here, but I guess I was mistaken." Determined to get her Cute little hands on the evidence, the teacher goes, "Are you sure? How 'bout those papers there? Did you check those?" By now in full prevaricator mode, I replied, "Yes Ma'am! I checked those already."

The teacher finally clues us in to what Fido had already given me the lowdown. She goes, "Alright, Carlos, now I KNOW Fido copied your paper. It was way too similar to yours." The Fido Sorry Sack of Shit scandal having officially been busted wide open, I interjected, "Okay, I had no idea Fido had copied my paper. He asked me if I would lend him my paper so as to just get an idea of how to write it. Unbeknownst to me, he took it upon himself to copy my paper against what he had assured me he wouldn't do." Luckily for me, Fido did manage to garner the Balls courage to fess up and admit to the teacher that I indeed did NOT know about his clandestine Dirty Dog CopyCat activity.

The teacher gave us a strong warning not to ever do that again. But, Ehhh, all in all, there WAS a bright side to that Conference by the Lockers. In trouble as I was for a while there, at least I got to have the Hot & Sexy, Petite Extraordinaire, Mega Cutie teacher virtually in my face. Day-Um! She was the Cutest, Hottest teacher ever! She looked young enough to be a female classmate of ours … only wayyy much more Drool-worthy!