I woke up this morning wanting to write. I have SO MUCH I want to write about. Some heavy. Some funny. Some silly and frivolous. But I’ve spent so much time not writing, that I feel like I need to do a little catching up. You know, ketchup? So, here’s the haps. School started. M is in eighth grade this year. EIGHTH FREAKING GRADE. Next year? High school. Holy cow, I’m not ready for high school. But, she likes school,…
The first day of school. It is unarguably my favorite day of the year. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE summer. The quiet mornings, not enforcing bed time, the lazy days. But once you get past July those days begin to drag. And drag. And then drag a little more. Everyone is bored. It’s too hot to go outside, and then this year the threat of West Nile has kept us inside even more than we usually do. There are…
I get nervous, for sure, but it’s exciting to me. I am not scared of change, never have been. I’ve always been open to suggestions of how to do something new, and normally try them. I love to shake things up. Over the summer, I started a new job, doing eMarketing for a local entertainment magazine. I LOVE it. I was definitely in the right place at the right time, and could not think of a better job for me.…
I realized something the other day. I’m not a good advice-giver. Oh, I like to think I am, but really? Not so much. There are exactly three things you can take my advice on: 1. Cheap Wine – I will steer you in the right direction here. I know which bottle is worth the four bucks and which ones you can skip. Truth. I’m a bit of a cheap wine connoisseur, if I may brag on myself a bit. 2.…
I’m sure I won’t gain any fans with this statement. I do not like Halloween. In fact, I think it kinda sucks. I’m sure that I could come up with more than five reasons, but I’ve got a lot to do today, so five should get my point across. 1. Costumes – This is a chore every single year. Miss V always wants something store bought. Normally not a big deal. This year, we found it early. Awesome. Done. Then…
Ready to embark on a whirlwind journey through the mesmerizing realm of Greek mythology? Awesome, because we’re about to unravel some mind-blowing stories, epic gods, and legendary heroes that’ll leave you spellbound. The Olympian Gang Picture this: a celestial crew of gods hanging out on Mount Olympus, sipping ambrosia, and having epic parties. Yep, that’s the Olympians for you! Zeus, the king of the gods, ruled the roost and hurled thunderbolts like nobody’s business. His siblings, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Hades,…
Well, it may not have killed it, but it definitely stunned it. Or stunted it. Or something. Right at the end of May, I started an environmental science class. Right when school was ending for the year, right when I started my new job. Right when I had eleventy billion things to do every day. And it was, well, it was hard. I don’t understand science. I don’t understand the environment. I know that I am supposed to recycle, and…
I should be ashamed of myself, my last post was May 4. But, I’ll tell you a little something about me: I don’t do busy well. May this year did look considerably better than last May, but still, I really think that it’s my least favorite month of the year. Hemorrhaging money, chaperoning, attending concerts, awards ceremonies, and on, and on. So when my life gets overwhelmingly busy, I consider all of my options, and then always pick the best…
This is the last week of my communications class. Much like most of the classes that I have taken, I didn’t expect it to make me think so deeply, and it has. What makes you approach another person? What is your communication style? What does your body language say about you? Personally, I think my body language betrays me a lot, as I tend to cross my arms just because it’s comfortable, and it makes me look closed off. Maybe…
This isn’t really something that I noticed growing up, probably because everyone knew me, but when you live in a small town and meet someone new, they immediately want to know who your “people” are. They may not use those exact words, but sometimes I wish they would. Just once I’d like to reply with, “The beer drinkers. Those are my people.” But no, they always want to know, “What year did you graduate?” ”Are you related to old so…