makes me tick...
I’m amazed at people whose brains come up with things like this:
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student teaching eve.
Tomorrow is my first day of student teaching—and I can’t sleep. Not because I’m nervous about the kiddies, but I’m nervous about the job of a teacher in general. I need this to work—two years investment folks—it needs to be the right fit.
Anyways, needed a good laugh and found it on:
Thus far, my parents have not joined facebook—and I do not see it happening in the near future, but it does bring a certain skittishness when I think about them possibly taking the plunge.
On a lighter note we painted the breakfast nook YELLOW, sunshine, happy, in your face yellow…i love it—pictures, when I finally upgrade that pesky camera…
Today was a sunny sabbath. David and I took the dog for a walk and then played frisbee with him in a field. His viscous drool soon covered the frisbee (Sam the dog not David the husband)—and his 60 lbs. of solid muscle took me out while I jumped to grab the frisbee. So much for the joys of a sunny sabbath. Last time we had a sunny sabbath I scraped up my knee and ankle—I’d say cloudy, gray Sabbaths are a blessing in disguise—for my safety and all…here’s to the drizzly Northwest and planet earth DVDs for the rest of the day.
David and i had an ABSOLUTELY brilliant idea to upgrade our camera. We did love our Nikon D40—but, we wanted the D90. Cursed greed. Anyways, we sold our camera—to my mother. And then we bought a house instead of the D90. I miss having a camera.
I get writer’s block frequently. Actually, I get creativity block frequently. So, instead of the blocking getting in my way, I’ve decided to write about blockage. I wrote my first poem last month. My husband (a phenomenal poet/writer) thinks it is magnificent. I’m not sure if he’s telling me the truth. Regardless, I felt good about writing. Now, I’m stuck. Same goes for art. I drew an amazing picture 3 years ago. I say amazing, only because I have to in order to make my point. I have not been able to draw anything since then. “They” say practice is the cure to this. But, I don’t have time for practice. I just need a talent that can be utilized when I have free time. Eating does not count as a talent unfortunately—unless you can eat excessive amounts of pie or hotdogs competitively. I can’t. I’m starting to think I’m like this in all areas of my life. Spirituality, healthiness, Media consumption, Hard work etc. I’m starting to accept the fact that this is my personality. Maybe it is good to just embrace it. I do not understand how I don’t get blocked when it comes to talking—there’s always words available for me to say—no matter how sore my throat is.
May the angry rants begin…
I am angry that…
chris brown and rihanna get more air time than starving children.
it’s foggy outside
cheese is unhealthy
my feet are so boney
flossing is kinda necessary