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Applebees likes Golden Gays.

I was tweeting with my friend Paul about the Golden Globes when I jokingly  started hashtagging #GoldenGays.


Suddenly, Applebees (THE VERIFIED ACCOUNT!) was following me.

I mean, I’ve eaten their fine cuisine for years. I’ve been followed by chains before. But this… this was new. This was the first time a chain followed me, unprompted, with no type of tweet even mentioning their food.



Like the time I decided that Cory Booker followed me because I referred to Cory Booker as the Chuck Norris of my generation, I’ve decided that Applebees has followed me because I’m awesomesauce. That, and they love the “Golden Gays.”


This also prompted me to decide to live tweet the Golden Globes tomorrow night under the hashtag #GoldenGays. Who knows? Maybe Applebees will follow along and join in the fun.

tina amy kailynn

(You can always find me tweeting via @THEGingerSass btw.)

If you give teenagers a laptop…


I preemptively started to clear my car last night so I’d have less ice to chip off this morning.

We had the first snow fall of the season last night. We only received a few inches by me, but South Jersey got an unexpected buttload.

The roads were alright driving this morning. It was the rain that was horrible.

When I got to school, the parking lot hadn’t been touched. Most of the snow had melted… and turned into ice. I slipped 3 times, and I feel like I pulled something.

A lot of teachers called out today, and, because we have so few subs in our district, I’m currently covering a Spanish class.

You know how if you give a mouse a cookie he’ll want a glass of milk?

If you give a bunch of teenagers laptops during a free period they’ll be quiet and let you write a blog. They’ll also ask for advice on how to beat level 72 of Candy Crush.

I don’t mind this coverage.

Silence in the Classroom

I actually wrote a poem about silence when there was a prompt about sound… so here’s silence, take 2.

“Silent Rambles.”

I gaze at my hand in silence and for the first time I notice
how the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria
reflect in my almost-perfectly-applied fake nails.
I wonder if Big Brother is watching me
as I write this poem during an in-service
on my school-issued MacBook Air.
Probably not, because the school is too engaged
and apparently I am too
the majority of my damn poems
have been somehow connected to my life
in the classroom,
outside the classroom,
and how the classroom has been infiltrating my brain.
I’m all over the place,
but grounded by my teacher life
as it takes over my existence.
Also, I just noticed that my ring is shiny
but cheap
because I bought it in college
when I was unemployed, hungry, and broke
and accessories were more important than food
and now it has turned my ring finger
a nice shade of turquoise green.
I need a coffee break.