The truth is that I despearately need to clean my house. I feel better when it is clean. I'm happier...I feel like life is in control.
However, I cannot seem to bring myself to clean the damn thing. Seriously. I'm going to have to work naked because I simply can't bring myself to do laundry. I'm likely to get some sort of disease from my kitchen. :(
*sigh* Well perhaps I will rise from my mound of filth and write again.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Henning wants me to write about him.
"You can't say that I want you to do that." - Henning.
There was a whole interesting post here but then the computer hiccuped..or farted..and it disappeared. :(
Have you ever written something and then been forced to rewrite it? It is never as good the second time around. The words might fit together in a more fluid way, but some of the initial artistry of 'in the moment writing' is lost. It is like plagarisim, because once you have already written it, with no intention of editing it, re-writing it is like cheating. It loses its authenticity.
In anycase, the title of this post and the beginning quote would suggest that the post that did originally exist here had soemthing to do with Henning's desire to be a constant topic of my blog. In truth, he wants me to write about how wonderful he is. Don't worry, he doesn't have some sort of inflated ego. He is actually wonderful. However, I think that initially he would like me to write about him. Until of course, he does something that is not particualarly wonderful. You know what I'm talking about. We all have our less than wonderful moments. The people we live with get to see us at our best and at our worst. I don't think Henning really wants me to have him as the singular topic of my blog. For example, if he were to write a blog in which I were the target, he would be posting lies if he didn't paint the whole picutre of me. I mean I can be pretty terrible. That's not to say that he can be terrible..but lets face it..there are some aspects of people that should not be published. Like his.... hehe you actually thought I would go ahead and post a flaw here. Nope, I like my relationship thanks.
Know he wants me to write about him...and that he is wonderful. :)
There was a whole interesting post here but then the computer hiccuped..or farted..and it disappeared. :(
Have you ever written something and then been forced to rewrite it? It is never as good the second time around. The words might fit together in a more fluid way, but some of the initial artistry of 'in the moment writing' is lost. It is like plagarisim, because once you have already written it, with no intention of editing it, re-writing it is like cheating. It loses its authenticity.
In anycase, the title of this post and the beginning quote would suggest that the post that did originally exist here had soemthing to do with Henning's desire to be a constant topic of my blog. In truth, he wants me to write about how wonderful he is. Don't worry, he doesn't have some sort of inflated ego. He is actually wonderful. However, I think that initially he would like me to write about him. Until of course, he does something that is not particualarly wonderful. You know what I'm talking about. We all have our less than wonderful moments. The people we live with get to see us at our best and at our worst. I don't think Henning really wants me to have him as the singular topic of my blog. For example, if he were to write a blog in which I were the target, he would be posting lies if he didn't paint the whole picutre of me. I mean I can be pretty terrible. That's not to say that he can be terrible..but lets face it..there are some aspects of people that should not be published. Like his.... hehe you actually thought I would go ahead and post a flaw here. Nope, I like my relationship thanks.
Know he wants me to write about him...and that he is wonderful. :)
Monday, May 11, 2009
No one reads this but...
Well, it has been almost a year. No one got at all upset at the idea that I wasn't writing. Perhaps I ought to change my privacy settings.
So once again, I am waring with age, weight, and appearance in general. I really do hope that one day I feel really really good about the way I look. I don't mean to be depressing, but sometimes I think that my best looking years are long past..and it sucks because I didn't make the most of them. I think it is cruel that you don't learn all the tricks of looking good until you no longer look good.
Anyway, I'm exercising, following weight watchers as best I can. Although I am worried about this next week. I'm away for a few days this week. That never goes well. So I'm figuring a gain this week and a gain next week. It is too bad because I was just starting to feel good. I even got a compliment today. :).
Well...goodnight.
So once again, I am waring with age, weight, and appearance in general. I really do hope that one day I feel really really good about the way I look. I don't mean to be depressing, but sometimes I think that my best looking years are long past..and it sucks because I didn't make the most of them. I think it is cruel that you don't learn all the tricks of looking good until you no longer look good.
Anyway, I'm exercising, following weight watchers as best I can. Although I am worried about this next week. I'm away for a few days this week. That never goes well. So I'm figuring a gain this week and a gain next week. It is too bad because I was just starting to feel good. I even got a compliment today. :).
Well...goodnight.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Attempt Number 2...
Okay, so I haven't really kept up with this whole blog business. It's not like anyone reads it, so I guess I figured that it really doesn't matter. Really, what is the point if no one is going to read it. Unless of course my romantic idea of leaving something for the world to see and remember is somehow achieved by some futuristic technological anthropologist locates my words and I become a part of history. Doubtful.
The school year ended today. Well it ended officially. However, it's not like we teachers actually get time off. It's a strange misconception that having summers off means no work. For some teachers I'm sure they take full advantage of the summer break...however I am loath to find one who doesn't work at all over this time. I find that I spend a lot of time working. I think about strategies to work with different kids next year. I re-evaluate my current thinking about education. I read young adult novels. I read about the newest 'ideas' in education and realize that they are similar to the older ideas in education...it usually is just accompanied by a new name, and some inspirational stories of super teachers who have made these ideas work for them. Wow, that description sounds jaded. I sometimes feel that perhaps we spend too much time reinventing what works then acutally focusing on improving classroom practice. Perhaps that is my need for a few weeks of sleep with no report cards or essays hanging over my head.
I had a dream. It was not a good dream. I believe it stems from the most recent young adult novel I've been reading. Alas..that may be a story for later.
The school year ended today. Well it ended officially. However, it's not like we teachers actually get time off. It's a strange misconception that having summers off means no work. For some teachers I'm sure they take full advantage of the summer break...however I am loath to find one who doesn't work at all over this time. I find that I spend a lot of time working. I think about strategies to work with different kids next year. I re-evaluate my current thinking about education. I read young adult novels. I read about the newest 'ideas' in education and realize that they are similar to the older ideas in education...it usually is just accompanied by a new name, and some inspirational stories of super teachers who have made these ideas work for them. Wow, that description sounds jaded. I sometimes feel that perhaps we spend too much time reinventing what works then acutally focusing on improving classroom practice. Perhaps that is my need for a few weeks of sleep with no report cards or essays hanging over my head.
I had a dream. It was not a good dream. I believe it stems from the most recent young adult novel I've been reading. Alas..that may be a story for later.
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