Friday, November 22, 2013
...Why do I even bother with this thing? When I was younger I would write and write and write. I would write in a journal (I have half a dozen of them that are still readable and every so often I will go back and read them just to laugh at my younger self.), I would write horrible self-inserted fan fic (before it was cool!!), I would write stupid little newsletters. Wouldn't care what it was, I'd just do it. Now, I find it ever increasingly hard to write without a purpose. Take right now for example. I'm having a hard time putting into words anything. I want to blame it that right now most of my writing serves a purpose. I've written paper upon paper the past few months. I'm currently in my 3rd semester of school and well, writing is almost a daily thing. Sometimes, I wish there were a test that I could take to bypass it, but yeah... there's not. And then I look at my life. My kids are crazy amusing. My family is ridiculously entertaining. Not a day goes by that something funny doesn't happen. And yet, I don't blog about it. Maybe I'm blogged out? I don't know. Maybe I should just try harder.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Two days ago it was 70. One day ago it was 60. Today it's 40. I can feel the cold invading our house. It's like it's poking a beer with a stick only in this analogy I'm supposed to be the beer but if I was the beer I would be considerably warmer because of all the fur I'd have and I would have a really really great excuse to sleep in. It's called hibernation. The sleeping is the number one requirement! Yeah! The weather man keeps talking about snow. I don't hate snow but I really don't like it. The kids are all "SNOW! SNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOW!" And I'm all "NO! NONONONONO!" They don't have to drive in it, they don't have to scrape off the windshield while it's falling, and with the exception of the 40 foot walk from the front door to the bus in the morning they don't have to be out in it if they don't want to. Me? I very much want no snow and if there is snow, someone to get rid of it for me. The one time I do like snow, though (ha! I rhymed!) is at Christmas. I love a white Christmas. I think it goes really well with my Christmas Tombstone pizza and my Christmas pjs. The rest of winter? Um, is it too late to go back in time with the winning lotto numbers, buy a ticket and make myself rich? What do you mean time travel hasn't been invented yet? Crap... looks like I'll have to deal with impending snow, huh?
Saturday, November 10, 2012
I think my parents are having a good laugh right now. When I was a kid of 7 or 8 year old, I would play in our living room. I'd set up a chalk board in front of my barbies (each named after characters from Sweet Valley Twins- thanks Francine Pascal) and I'd "teach" things. It usually involved something from the scrap paper sociology tests that my Dad would bring home from the classes he taught at the local community college. My dad would come home, we'd watch "You Can't Do That On Television" and he'd tell me "You should be a teacher, Jessie." And I would nod in agreement. Then, I became a rebellious teenager and the thought of following in my parents footsteps sounded completely awful. "You should be a teacher, Jessie." I would respond with "No! And don't call my Jessie!" I did the whole college thing for a minute and a half and then found a guy, pulled a "But Daddy, I love him!" Got married and knocked up, had a kid, life got in the way and then divorced the guy, life got difficult, married my best friend, life is still difficult but at least it's fun and I have a wonderful family. This is the part where I finally looked at my parents and said "I think I want to be a teacher." It wasn't so much an epiphany but a logical next step. I teach my own children on a daily basis as a stay at home mom. I love it when they learn new things and love bragging about how cool they are. I want to teach them as much as I can and I want to guide them as much as they can. I see friends' kids and I want to impart my own wisdom on them too. I'm controlling like that. SO, I did the only think that I could possibly do... I enrolled back into college and I've been taking classes for 3 months now and it's going really well. Casey is being super supportive, although he says I've never really given any indication of wanting to be a teacher (he wasn't there for the whole kid-Francine-Pascal-classroom-thing). I just recently got my substitute teaching license and I'm hoping to start that in a couple of weeks. Here we go... another adventure! And besides, the more on my plate, the more I feel accomplished!