Alternately Titled: Just Because You Are Twenty-Two Does Not Mean You Do Not Deserve A Good Old Fashioned Passionate Ass Whoopin’
I am infinitely disappointed in the way you handled yourself today. Neither your father nor I have ever called you a failure. We only want you to maximize your full potential, and we do not believe you are doing that. Keeping secrets, telling lies, and avoiding us are not helping us to support you. We believe in you and know that you are capable of anything and everything you set your heart and mind to do. In the future, you need to taste your words before you spit them out. Once your thoughts are said, they can only be forgiven not forgotten.
Things I want to punch in the face today:
1. My uterus … Although I am confident it staged a coup d’état and is already retreating out of my body.
2. My husband …
Me: I want some ice cream.
Him: I cooked supper, and I’m not going out.
Me (moaning): Please.
Him (looking in freezer): Do you want the rest of my Cherry Garcia?
Me: You know that’s not my favorite.
Him (still looking in the freezer): You want some Frosty Paws?
Should I kill him now or later?
Where are your archives?
Editing for reposting
Sooner or later.
To all the doubters: I am
Writer for real tho.
Bringing back the blog
Day two she is writing
Three haikus for you.
When life has its ups and downs, I may need a moment, so I will take a moment. I have taken several moments over the life of this blog as well as its previous chronicles. Sometimes I need to go off on my own. It is not about you; it is about me. I am recharging my batteries.
While it may be hard for some of you to believe, I am an introvert in every sense of the word. I am not shy nor am I stuck up. I am not antisocial. I am a listener. I am an observer. I am reserved. I am part of the quiet revolution.
This post is for all the quiet ones … like me. Like this blog, I am a mess of unfinished thoughts; however, I am working on changing that for the better. From time to time, you may think I have shut you out, but I do speak to you in a thousand unspoken ways.
All of my fellow educators know exactly why this one is hitting way too close to home today.
I am suppressing the urge to throw a huge hissy fit by reminding myself that I cannot control every situation and its outcome, but I can control my attitude and how I deal with it. Tonight I will look forward to going to bed knowing that when I wake up at the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow there will be coffee, sweet nectar of the gods, to get me through the day.
1. able to be done; within the power or capacity of someone or something.
synonyms: feasible, practicable, practical, viable, within the bounds/realms of possibility, attainable, achievable, workable; informal doable
Every Saturday in 2015, I will dwell in the possibilities. This week in possible:
- Decluttering my work piles
- Meditating at least thirty minutes daily
- Starting a “done” list
Today I am longing for a simpler time or place. Being a responsible adult and pet parent is not always what it is cracked up to be. David and I made the difficult decision to send our Pekoe to meet her fur siblings (Spenser, Xora, and Kittle) at the Rainbow Bridge earlier today. For those of you who did not know Pekoe, she was batshit crazy. From the time she reached outside the confines of her cage in a local pet store and grabbed me by the arm, I knew she was going to be around for a while. No one ever believed us when we told them that you had various psychosis and neurosis, but we knew. Oh, how we knew, and we loved you to the sky and back again anyway. In my wildest imagination, I never would have predicted that she would have us as her parents for eighteen years. Our house will never be the same without her incessant meowing and bad hair days. Goodbye, sweet Pekoe, you lived a long, spoiled life (as all animals should). You will be missed immensely and are loved forever.
I love the smell of possibility in the morning, especially on New Year’s Day. Idealism abounds! 365 days, 365 new chances. For too many years now, I have started things not knowing where they are going and rarely finish them. I will no longer leave things unfinished, as I know that I will find the words along the way. I accept my past without regret. I handle the present with confidence. I face the future without fear. I choose to dwell in possibility. Anything can happen. Some of the best days of my life are still unwritten.
I used that hashtag on a friend’s Facebook status update a while back (February 16 to be precise) and started this post the very same day. I’m not sure why I often let life get in the way of the things that I enjoy. Reading, writing, photography, and so much more fall by the wayside when I get caught up in life’s detours. The stories in my head will not write themselves. I must write to right everything. I will no longer apologize for my writing nor the lack thereof. I will write all the things that please myself. Whether it be a sticky note with a reminder of words to live by or a pounding of my day’s work frustrations on the keyboard, I will say what I mean, but more importantly mean what I say. I will fill the white space with my words. I will write down everything.