My fellas (the big one, too)and I received so many wonderful things this Christmas.
With Jared being sick, we have not been able to travel the I-70 path as planned, but we have been blessed with two days at home. Sleeping in, watching the boys completely destroy every clean nook and cranny in the house and playing a few games of go fish. Jacob does not quite get the concept as he proudly announces each and every card he happens to draw from the pile. Hey, it's a break from Candyland at any rate.
As I was picking up toys (almost as frequently as I find myself doing laundry), I wondered how two little boys need so much stuff. And, we have one more present stop.
My husband was a very naughty boy this year and bought me something he should not have. Watch for more photos this year as I perfect my technique with my new digital toy.
My mom, clever as always, manages to shop better for me than I do. (sigh) And, I really loved the photo plaque my sister Bobbie made me and my new scarf from my sister Rikki.
Jacob "loves" everything and has spent two days really checking out his gifts. We got him a kid-proof digital camera, and Gene has had to download the pics twice (it holds around 70) This morning he says to me, "I am going to take a picture of this mess!"
Thanks, Jake. Mom and Dad found him a Diego doll, which he has talked too all day long.
"Santa" brought the boys a little people pirate ship and more mega blocks. Aunt Jenny, Jason and Avery also added to mega block stockpile. Jacob loves to build stuff with Gene and I though. He prefers not to play with little destructo (aka Jared).
Well, I fear I am rambling, so I will close for now.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
The whole family
We had a wonderful time with family and friends at Angela and Jared's house Christmas Eve.
Christmas
Has come and gone. Yet I am still working on those 80 Christmas cards. I have decided to set a new and crazy goal for myself because I'm all about that. I love writing actual letters to people. With a pen and everything. I have decided after holding my old battered up address book that I will transfer my many addresses to a new book. How exciting! I have decided to transfer these addresses one at a time. Once I've written the addressee a true letter or note of some sort, the transfer will take place.
In the meantime, I hope more of my friends and family will sign up for google accounts, for the simple selfish reason that I want you to read and post to my blog every now and again.
Merry Christmas. Your card is in almost* in the mail!
In the meantime, I hope more of my friends and family will sign up for google accounts, for the simple selfish reason that I want you to read and post to my blog every now and again.
Merry Christmas. Your card is in almost* in the mail!
Ahh, the Sh@! saga continues
We are having a relatively "normal" dinner when this true account occurs.
Jacob: "Oh, sh@$"
Gene and I are mildly surprised but through a nod agree to do nothing and let it pass. Two more seconds tick by.
Jacob: "Mom, Dad! Did you hear me? I said sh@!"
Shoulders are shaking and we are desperately trying to let this pass. Not sure what to do at this point. Without being able to talk, we again try to move forward with dinner.
Jacob: "Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@!"
There has to be a moral of this story. One might ask where we went wrong. I'd love to blame preschool, I really would, but this word belongs to me and Gene both.
I say it on a very regular basis and immediately catch myself, to which I have sometimes in fact responded with the very thing that led me to cringe in the first place.
Gene and the blazing cupcakes, another tragic slip.
However, the question is in this very situation at the dinner table, what should we have done?
Parents?
Jacob: "Oh, sh@$"
Gene and I are mildly surprised but through a nod agree to do nothing and let it pass. Two more seconds tick by.
Jacob: "Mom, Dad! Did you hear me? I said sh@!"
Shoulders are shaking and we are desperately trying to let this pass. Not sure what to do at this point. Without being able to talk, we again try to move forward with dinner.
Jacob: "Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@!"
There has to be a moral of this story. One might ask where we went wrong. I'd love to blame preschool, I really would, but this word belongs to me and Gene both.
I say it on a very regular basis and immediately catch myself, to which I have sometimes in fact responded with the very thing that led me to cringe in the first place.
Gene and the blazing cupcakes, another tragic slip.
However, the question is in this very situation at the dinner table, what should we have done?
Parents?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I love writing!
Falling off the wagon
Ouch! It hurts.
I scowl at the scale as I walk past it. All around me are tales of success stories of people who are able to 1) set a goal and 2) to actually accomplish said goal.
Today, I drank six, yeah, count 'em, SIX cans of Coke-a-Cola! I ate potato chips with French Onion dip. I did have pretzels at work today with all those COKES.
Then there is the Financial Peace wagon. Yeah, fell off that one, too, but that's an entirely different blog.
I can already hear the voices of my friends, "don't beat yourself up. You try to do too much. You have to breathe. You are doing fine. We all make mistakes. REGINA, breathe, what do you need to do?"
Me: "I don't know!"
them: "Regina, what do you need to do."
Me: whiny noises.
them: "Regina?"
Me: "Connect with God and step up to the plate yet again." Whoosh, the words come out, but I don't mean them yet. I have this habit of saying and thinking I'll do the right thing knowing full well I'm already more than halfway to the wrong thing.
I have awesome friends and I love them dearly, and I do value their advice. I wish they didn't have to keep giving it to me over and over again.
I'm either all the way on the ball or so far off it ain't even funny. Do you know that when I went to school in Texas, we used to get spanked in front of the classroom for saying ain't. I once got spanked for laughing when my friend Dallas was getting the spanking. Then we had to write our names on the paddle.
Anyway, I digress. How do you all do it? Keep it together, I mean? Our church has this saying that goes something like this. "It's not about me. It's all about God and how he wants me to live. I will pray, read my Bible, witness and give because it's not about me. It's all about Him."
I am whiny, selfish and greedy, and these are only the things I am comfortable admiting.
AND, I am extremly compulsive when I am stressed out, and I am ALWAYS stressed out. I'm so glad my friends love me. I'm so very lucky that my friends love me.
HEY FRIENDS: IF YOU LOVE ME, POST ON MY BLOG!
I scowl at the scale as I walk past it. All around me are tales of success stories of people who are able to 1) set a goal and 2) to actually accomplish said goal.
Today, I drank six, yeah, count 'em, SIX cans of Coke-a-Cola! I ate potato chips with French Onion dip. I did have pretzels at work today with all those COKES.
Then there is the Financial Peace wagon. Yeah, fell off that one, too, but that's an entirely different blog.
I can already hear the voices of my friends, "don't beat yourself up. You try to do too much. You have to breathe. You are doing fine. We all make mistakes. REGINA, breathe, what do you need to do?"
Me: "I don't know!"
them: "Regina, what do you need to do."
Me: whiny noises.
them: "Regina?"
Me: "Connect with God and step up to the plate yet again." Whoosh, the words come out, but I don't mean them yet. I have this habit of saying and thinking I'll do the right thing knowing full well I'm already more than halfway to the wrong thing.
I have awesome friends and I love them dearly, and I do value their advice. I wish they didn't have to keep giving it to me over and over again.
I'm either all the way on the ball or so far off it ain't even funny. Do you know that when I went to school in Texas, we used to get spanked in front of the classroom for saying ain't. I once got spanked for laughing when my friend Dallas was getting the spanking. Then we had to write our names on the paddle.
Anyway, I digress. How do you all do it? Keep it together, I mean? Our church has this saying that goes something like this. "It's not about me. It's all about God and how he wants me to live. I will pray, read my Bible, witness and give because it's not about me. It's all about Him."
I am whiny, selfish and greedy, and these are only the things I am comfortable admiting.
AND, I am extremly compulsive when I am stressed out, and I am ALWAYS stressed out. I'm so glad my friends love me. I'm so very lucky that my friends love me.
HEY FRIENDS: IF YOU LOVE ME, POST ON MY BLOG!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
You get what you get …
and you don't throw a fit.
Apparently, this little mantra is one that my son hears a lot at preschool. He says it quite often at home, partly because he has realized it gives me a laugh.
I am beginning to think a lot of grownups, myself included, could benefit from this advice. Life happens to all of us, and some of us take it in much better stride.
Oftentimes, the things we whine and complain the most about are not even things out of our own control. We make choices each and every day that come with these little things called consequences.
Take for example the student who fails to plan properly and then is going hyper crazy at the end of the semester. Every student has a way of claiming that every professor thinks his or her class is the only one a student takes. Give me a break. Most professors make the class requirements clear at the beginning of the semester.
If you have a week when everything is due, here's an idea. Start on something EARLIER.
It's true. I have reached the point in the semester where I no longer find myself sympathetic to the endless barage of pitiful excuses I recieve from the masses.
When it comes time to enter those final grades, dear students, just remember, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"
Apparently, this little mantra is one that my son hears a lot at preschool. He says it quite often at home, partly because he has realized it gives me a laugh.
I am beginning to think a lot of grownups, myself included, could benefit from this advice. Life happens to all of us, and some of us take it in much better stride.
Oftentimes, the things we whine and complain the most about are not even things out of our own control. We make choices each and every day that come with these little things called consequences.
Take for example the student who fails to plan properly and then is going hyper crazy at the end of the semester. Every student has a way of claiming that every professor thinks his or her class is the only one a student takes. Give me a break. Most professors make the class requirements clear at the beginning of the semester.
If you have a week when everything is due, here's an idea. Start on something EARLIER.
It's true. I have reached the point in the semester where I no longer find myself sympathetic to the endless barage of pitiful excuses I recieve from the masses.
When it comes time to enter those final grades, dear students, just remember, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Stupid media
So, the media is full of weather hype, which can only lead to disappointment if you are a student of USD 501 or Washburn University.
Even though I am not a student, I must admit that the prospect of a snowday still thrills me and delights me. Knowing full well it takes a major weather incident to cancel class, I still stayed warm under my covers longer than I should have.
I blame the media. All the hype in the world does not close these two organizations. And, to add insult to injury, we are forced to scroll through ALL THE OTHER CLOSINGS before we reach the two that never close.
AAUUUGGGHH. Stop talking about the "severe" weather, mr. meterologist, cause I'm not buying it!
Even though I am not a student, I must admit that the prospect of a snowday still thrills me and delights me. Knowing full well it takes a major weather incident to cancel class, I still stayed warm under my covers longer than I should have.
I blame the media. All the hype in the world does not close these two organizations. And, to add insult to injury, we are forced to scroll through ALL THE OTHER CLOSINGS before we reach the two that never close.
AAUUUGGGHH. Stop talking about the "severe" weather, mr. meterologist, cause I'm not buying it!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
8,114 words
Yes, I have 8,114 words. And, yes, that's a few shy of the 50,000 required. I'm behind, but I'm still plugging along.
Oh, well. I am having fun writing it. I need to upload my pages, but I like to update it here as well. I am enjoying the story so far, but I have yet to show anyone.
Oh, well. I am having fun writing it. I need to upload my pages, but I like to update it here as well. I am enjoying the story so far, but I have yet to show anyone.
Monthly madness
So, I had a wellness coaching session Monday. It went well, but I am already doubting my ability to stick with a plan that is to my betterment.
After watching a bit of Bridget Jones for the second time in three days, damn cable tv to hell, I find myself identifying with Ms. Jones.
Oh, I've got some of the equation right. I have a fantastic husband and two great boys. I have a job I love as well. It's just ME that I seem to have a problem with.
I do not desire to be a super model. OK, I have "accepted" the fact that I am no super model. I mean, who would turn down super-model-dom? Surely, not me.
At any rate, Ms. Jones constantly resolves to do better in a few key areas and then battles herself as she attempts to stay within the limits she has for herself.
I eat crap. I gain weight like crazy. I hate shopping for clothes because it only illustrates how completely unsuccesful I am at losing weight and I totally lack fashion sense.
The coach asked me a lot of questions that got me thinking. One stands out. She asked me what benefits I got from eating at McDonald's. Huh? Benefit? Well, she said there had to be one or I wouldn't do it. Hmph!
I really want to lose weight as the result of living a healthier lifestyle. Mostly because I want to be a good role model for my boys, and I don't want them to find me to be an embarrasment either. And, I don't want them to have to struggle with food choices forever.
A friend of mine argues that motivation, self-control and discipline are pretty close concepts. Ha! Not to me. They might as well be an ocean away from each other.
At the result of this meeting, I did make some goals, which I shall share. I'll keep you posted.
By the end of February, I Regina Anne (yes, note the 'e' at the end) will be exercising two days a week (specifically in the a.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays), drinking (would be lots more fun to stop here) 62 ounces of water seven days a week and limiting my eating out at lunch to two times per month.
But, by the of one week, which ends Nov. 28, I was to become an SRWC member (check!) and drink 32 oz. of water for at least 5 of the 7 days (let's see, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Oooh, I can still make this one, too!)
She also said that one should keep the number 3,200 in mind. That's roughly 100 calories a day to a pound. Decrease 100 calories and lose 1 pound in a month. Or eat the same amount and increase burning of 100 calories (yes, this would be exercise. She said walking about a mile would do this.)
Think about it, you eat four Hershey's kisses, about 100 calories, and it takes 1 mile to burn it off? Hmm. How does that work out with time? If you are slow and do a 10 minute mile, that would be 10 minutes to work off 10 seconds of eating. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. Tantrum is over, on to writing on my novel.
After watching a bit of Bridget Jones for the second time in three days, damn cable tv to hell, I find myself identifying with Ms. Jones.
Oh, I've got some of the equation right. I have a fantastic husband and two great boys. I have a job I love as well. It's just ME that I seem to have a problem with.
I do not desire to be a super model. OK, I have "accepted" the fact that I am no super model. I mean, who would turn down super-model-dom? Surely, not me.
At any rate, Ms. Jones constantly resolves to do better in a few key areas and then battles herself as she attempts to stay within the limits she has for herself.
I eat crap. I gain weight like crazy. I hate shopping for clothes because it only illustrates how completely unsuccesful I am at losing weight and I totally lack fashion sense.
The coach asked me a lot of questions that got me thinking. One stands out. She asked me what benefits I got from eating at McDonald's. Huh? Benefit? Well, she said there had to be one or I wouldn't do it. Hmph!
I really want to lose weight as the result of living a healthier lifestyle. Mostly because I want to be a good role model for my boys, and I don't want them to find me to be an embarrasment either. And, I don't want them to have to struggle with food choices forever.
A friend of mine argues that motivation, self-control and discipline are pretty close concepts. Ha! Not to me. They might as well be an ocean away from each other.
At the result of this meeting, I did make some goals, which I shall share. I'll keep you posted.
By the end of February, I Regina Anne (yes, note the 'e' at the end) will be exercising two days a week (specifically in the a.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays), drinking (would be lots more fun to stop here) 62 ounces of water seven days a week and limiting my eating out at lunch to two times per month.
But, by the of one week, which ends Nov. 28, I was to become an SRWC member (check!) and drink 32 oz. of water for at least 5 of the 7 days (let's see, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Oooh, I can still make this one, too!)
She also said that one should keep the number 3,200 in mind. That's roughly 100 calories a day to a pound. Decrease 100 calories and lose 1 pound in a month. Or eat the same amount and increase burning of 100 calories (yes, this would be exercise. She said walking about a mile would do this.)
Think about it, you eat four Hershey's kisses, about 100 calories, and it takes 1 mile to burn it off? Hmm. How does that work out with time? If you are slow and do a 10 minute mile, that would be 10 minutes to work off 10 seconds of eating. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. Tantrum is over, on to writing on my novel.
Conferences
2006 has not been a good year. In fact, I would likely give it a D+ overall. Now, it was not without its ups, but I will not be sad to see it go.
Lately, as the stress mounts and the work piles up, I have been thinking about my job and my future. Juggling a life as a full-time wife, mother and teacher is challenging and even overwhelming at times.
But, God has a great way of putting things back into perspective for me. A few weeks back, one of my students suggested that I pull my feature writing class in for individual conferences. I generally do this earlier in the semester, but I had honestly forgotten.
I only have eight students in the class, but it's a great class. The whiner in me often wishes that I could remove one student from each of my classes each semester. In this class, however, I find them all delightful.
I love reading their blogs, finding out what they hope to achieve and getting to know them as individual writers. I have been impressed numerous times this semester, and I hope they will leave with a positive experience.
They have a major story due, a test and their reading assignment all due before I assign them a grade in three weeks, so it might take them some time to take me off their most wanted list.
At least I hope they will take me off there.
Lately, as the stress mounts and the work piles up, I have been thinking about my job and my future. Juggling a life as a full-time wife, mother and teacher is challenging and even overwhelming at times.
But, God has a great way of putting things back into perspective for me. A few weeks back, one of my students suggested that I pull my feature writing class in for individual conferences. I generally do this earlier in the semester, but I had honestly forgotten.
I only have eight students in the class, but it's a great class. The whiner in me often wishes that I could remove one student from each of my classes each semester. In this class, however, I find them all delightful.
I love reading their blogs, finding out what they hope to achieve and getting to know them as individual writers. I have been impressed numerous times this semester, and I hope they will leave with a positive experience.
They have a major story due, a test and their reading assignment all due before I assign them a grade in three weeks, so it might take them some time to take me off their most wanted list.
At least I hope they will take me off there.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Now I'm the weak link
Or was, rather.
Jared has had the stomach flu. He threw up three
times Tuesday and managed to generate almost three loads of laundry
just himself. Last night was my turn. My momma came over yesterday from
KC to watch Jared, who I still didn't feel was quite back to himself,
and I had planned to work Thursday night and get up early Friday to
head to work before my dentist appointment in Lawrence.
Ha. Ha.
I am miles behind and anyone who knows me knows how much of a baby I
can be when it comes to throwing up. Gene took good care of me last
night, and I even encouraged him to go ahead and sleep with Jacob. I
spent all morning in bed and the afternoon on the couch. Now I'm trying
to fake normalcy b/c Jacob was convinced that the flowers he and Gene
brought me would heal me completely. I love them both so much.
And then there's Gene, who might be wishing he had slept with Jacob right about now. He had to go to a b-ball game in Emporia and was supposed to be on the radio tonight. He thought throwing up in the parking lot would be more fun.
Well,
I'm a bad mom, too. I ordered Pizza Hut for the boys tonight. I hope to
spend the rest of the night quietly with the boys. I'm praying
fervently that Jacob does not get this crap, too, especially after
cheese pizza!
After Jared goes to bed, perhaps Jacob and I can play a stimulating game of Candyland, Dora Explorer style, until it's his turn for bed.
Wow. What a Friday night, eh?
Jared has had the stomach flu. He threw up three
times Tuesday and managed to generate almost three loads of laundry
just himself. Last night was my turn. My momma came over yesterday from
KC to watch Jared, who I still didn't feel was quite back to himself,
and I had planned to work Thursday night and get up early Friday to
head to work before my dentist appointment in Lawrence.
Ha. Ha.
I am miles behind and anyone who knows me knows how much of a baby I
can be when it comes to throwing up. Gene took good care of me last
night, and I even encouraged him to go ahead and sleep with Jacob. I
spent all morning in bed and the afternoon on the couch. Now I'm trying
to fake normalcy b/c Jacob was convinced that the flowers he and Gene
brought me would heal me completely. I love them both so much.
And then there's Gene, who might be wishing he had slept with Jacob right about now. He had to go to a b-ball game in Emporia and was supposed to be on the radio tonight. He thought throwing up in the parking lot would be more fun.
Well,
I'm a bad mom, too. I ordered Pizza Hut for the boys tonight. I hope to
spend the rest of the night quietly with the boys. I'm praying
fervently that Jacob does not get this crap, too, especially after
cheese pizza!
After Jared goes to bed, perhaps Jacob and I can play a stimulating game of Candyland, Dora Explorer style, until it's his turn for bed.
Wow. What a Friday night, eh?
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Community
I've decided that the holidays are a perfect time to make anyone who might read this aware of some needs that you might be interested in meeting. This comes from the Battered Women's Task Force of Topeka.
Thanks! Regina
** I do use labels on my blog. To see other community-oriented blogs, you could just click on the Community label. (This is the first post, however)
Good afternoon everyone!
The BWTF 2006 Holiday Wish List is below. Please help us get the word out to the community about our needs over the holiday season. YWCA Battered Women Task Force relies upon the generosity of our donors to provide gifts for the women and children we serve. In keeping with the YWCA BWTF mission, no violent toys, games or movies please. All donations should be new and unwrapped.
Baby and Children?s Wish List (ages 0-10)
Non-violent toys
Hats, gloves, scarves, jackets
Diapers and wipes
Leapfrog learning toys
Bouncy seat
Building blocks or Legos
Movie gift certificates
Board games
Arts and craft supplies (coloring books, crayons, markers, etc.)
Dress-up sets
Books
Bicycles
Preteen & Teen Wish List (ages 11-17)
Gift certificates for video games or movies
Hats, gloves, scarves, jackets
Portable cassette or CD players
Sports equipment
Young adult books
Board games
Electronic games
Computer games
Journals & Planners
Hair accessories
Jewelry
Science Kits (ant farms, chemistry sets, rock tumblers)
Movies
Teen Room Décor (Posters, Lava Lamps, Door Beads, Pillows, etc.)
Art Supplies (colored pencils, sketch pads, paints, etc)
Bicycles
Women?s Wish List
Gift certificates (clothing, food, movie rentals, gas)
Perfume (no sample sizes please)
Jewelry
Watches
Journals
Phone cards
Makeup (no sample sizes please, especially for women of color)
Bath robes & slippers
Candles
Throw Blankets
Picture frames & photo albums
Purses & bags
Gift baskets
Small kitchen appliances
Other
Gift boxes & gift bags
Wrapping Paper
Ribbon
Tissue Paper
Stockings
Batteries
The BWTF Holiday Wish List is also online at: http://www.ywca.org/site/pp.asp?c=8nKFITNvEoG&b=1188691
Thanks! Regina
** I do use labels on my blog. To see other community-oriented blogs, you could just click on the Community label. (This is the first post, however)
Good afternoon everyone!
The BWTF 2006 Holiday Wish List is below. Please help us get the word out to the community about our needs over the holiday season. YWCA Battered Women Task Force relies upon the generosity of our donors to provide gifts for the women and children we serve. In keeping with the YWCA BWTF mission, no violent toys, games or movies please. All donations should be new and unwrapped.
Baby and Children?s Wish List (ages 0-10)
Non-violent toys
Hats, gloves, scarves, jackets
Diapers and wipes
Leapfrog learning toys
Bouncy seat
Building blocks or Legos
Movie gift certificates
Board games
Arts and craft supplies (coloring books, crayons, markers, etc.)
Dress-up sets
Books
Bicycles
Preteen & Teen Wish List (ages 11-17)
Gift certificates for video games or movies
Hats, gloves, scarves, jackets
Portable cassette or CD players
Sports equipment
Young adult books
Board games
Electronic games
Computer games
Journals & Planners
Hair accessories
Jewelry
Science Kits (ant farms, chemistry sets, rock tumblers)
Movies
Teen Room Décor (Posters, Lava Lamps, Door Beads, Pillows, etc.)
Art Supplies (colored pencils, sketch pads, paints, etc)
Bicycles
Women?s Wish List
Gift certificates (clothing, food, movie rentals, gas)
Perfume (no sample sizes please)
Jewelry
Watches
Journals
Phone cards
Makeup (no sample sizes please, especially for women of color)
Bath robes & slippers
Candles
Throw Blankets
Picture frames & photo albums
Purses & bags
Gift baskets
Small kitchen appliances
Other
Gift boxes & gift bags
Wrapping Paper
Ribbon
Tissue Paper
Stockings
Batteries
The BWTF Holiday Wish List is also online at: http://www.ywca.org/site/pp.asp?c=8nKFITNvEoG&b=1188691
Monday, November 13, 2006
6, 851 words
After a long conversation with my sister tonight, I had to write on my novel. She gave me lots of great things that I could work in. I didn't work on those parts tonight, but I did add a few words.
Yes, I know I am dreadfully behind, but I am hoping I can write some over the break. Perhaps my hubby will bring home the laptop for me to use. Not that I enjoy typing on a laptop.
Wish me luck as my novel continues to unfold. I'm not sure how long before I'll let anyone read it. It's a very personal thing. Writing about real life is one thing. It really happens. Making up a world forces you to question whether it's believable, entertaining and "real."
Yes, I know I am dreadfully behind, but I am hoping I can write some over the break. Perhaps my hubby will bring home the laptop for me to use. Not that I enjoy typing on a laptop.
Wish me luck as my novel continues to unfold. I'm not sure how long before I'll let anyone read it. It's a very personal thing. Writing about real life is one thing. It really happens. Making up a world forces you to question whether it's believable, entertaining and "real."
Desperation
A stack of unopened mail conceals the hairbrush underneath. Walking through the small house once again, she is getting angrier by the second that not one of the three hairbrushes is anywhere in sight.
The baby comes running down the hallway. "I see you found a hairbrush," she says, trying to snatch it away quickly.
Not taking the loss well, he stomps his little feet and knocks over the tub of toys in the hallway. Next, he goes into attack mode and bites his mom as she tries to run a brush through her now semi-damp, semi-styled hair.
"Oh, forget it," she mutters handing the brush back to him. "Happy?" His grin disarms her somewhat. Walking back toward the toys, she bends to scoop them back up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her oldest charge down the hall, knocking baby and brush into the wall.
Breathing deeply, she reminds herself that children are a blessing. Scooping up the hysterical one, she takes him to the sad place in the hallway and lets him bang the heck out of the chime that hangs just out of reach, perfect for occasions such as this.
"Please be careful and watch for your brother," she warns the offender, who spies the brush that has been abandoned. Picking it up, he banged his way down the hallway. Seeing his brother take away his prize causes more fits.
"It's only 9:30 a.m." she says to herself. She release the baby and watches as he heads to the back room. She sinks down and finishes the toy task.
Hearing the washer, she rushes to change the load before she forgets. A pan skids across the kitchen floor as her precious baby has found a new way to pass the Saturday morning.
From her vantage point, she sees the dishes from breakfast covering the counter, the pans and most of her plasticware strewn about the kitchen floor, the pile of toys carelessly tossed next to the toybox in the front room and she doesn't even have to look to know all the toys in the backroom have been dumped out as well.
"It's only 9:35 a.m." she repeats as the phone rings. Grateful for the distraction, she hears her mom's voice.
It's only a quick call, but the new destruction to her house is quickly apparent.
Thinking back to a few days before when she had worked hard to clean her house, she really wanted to cry. Such a crappy cycle, and I'm stuck in the middle of it, she thought.
Losing all interest in cleaning, she sits down and tries to concentrate on her adorable boys. Now that the house is trashed and she is sitting down to play with them, the pair has decided to play quietly on their own.
The minutes tick by until she decides to make an early lunch. One way or another, she was taking a nap today. The laundry, kitchen, piles of toys, the upopened mail and unbalanced checking account would have to wait.
This momma needed some rest.
The baby comes running down the hallway. "I see you found a hairbrush," she says, trying to snatch it away quickly.
Not taking the loss well, he stomps his little feet and knocks over the tub of toys in the hallway. Next, he goes into attack mode and bites his mom as she tries to run a brush through her now semi-damp, semi-styled hair.
"Oh, forget it," she mutters handing the brush back to him. "Happy?" His grin disarms her somewhat. Walking back toward the toys, she bends to scoop them back up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her oldest charge down the hall, knocking baby and brush into the wall.
Breathing deeply, she reminds herself that children are a blessing. Scooping up the hysterical one, she takes him to the sad place in the hallway and lets him bang the heck out of the chime that hangs just out of reach, perfect for occasions such as this.
"Please be careful and watch for your brother," she warns the offender, who spies the brush that has been abandoned. Picking it up, he banged his way down the hallway. Seeing his brother take away his prize causes more fits.
"It's only 9:30 a.m." she says to herself. She release the baby and watches as he heads to the back room. She sinks down and finishes the toy task.
Hearing the washer, she rushes to change the load before she forgets. A pan skids across the kitchen floor as her precious baby has found a new way to pass the Saturday morning.
From her vantage point, she sees the dishes from breakfast covering the counter, the pans and most of her plasticware strewn about the kitchen floor, the pile of toys carelessly tossed next to the toybox in the front room and she doesn't even have to look to know all the toys in the backroom have been dumped out as well.
"It's only 9:35 a.m." she repeats as the phone rings. Grateful for the distraction, she hears her mom's voice.
It's only a quick call, but the new destruction to her house is quickly apparent.
Thinking back to a few days before when she had worked hard to clean her house, she really wanted to cry. Such a crappy cycle, and I'm stuck in the middle of it, she thought.
Losing all interest in cleaning, she sits down and tries to concentrate on her adorable boys. Now that the house is trashed and she is sitting down to play with them, the pair has decided to play quietly on their own.
The minutes tick by until she decides to make an early lunch. One way or another, she was taking a nap today. The laundry, kitchen, piles of toys, the upopened mail and unbalanced checking account would have to wait.
This momma needed some rest.
My boys
Jared and his favorite toy
Jacob and his favorite girl, Addison
Jacob being a silly boy
Jared and the chocolate pudding
Jacob and his pudding
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Success
I'm not sure how I managed to delete the text of my first post on this title, so here I go again.
Now though, I'm feeling lazy and will offer only the highlights:
1. Jared's ear tube procedure was an amazing success.
2. I will return to work Thursday (yeah)
3. I owe a big thank you to my mom-in-law for coming to stay with Jacob.
4. I also owe a big thank you to my dear friend Anna, who came to wait with us at Single Day Surgery, even after first going to the hospital. Apparently, I had failed to mention the location of said surgery. (sorry, Anna)
5. I am very behind on my novel as I have felt pretty crappy most of the day.
6. At 8 a.m. tomorrow, I will find the cost to do a complete remodel on my bathroom, which I hate with a passion. Pray that the cost is in the Cassell budget.
Now though, I'm feeling lazy and will offer only the highlights:
1. Jared's ear tube procedure was an amazing success.
2. I will return to work Thursday (yeah)
3. I owe a big thank you to my mom-in-law for coming to stay with Jacob.
4. I also owe a big thank you to my dear friend Anna, who came to wait with us at Single Day Surgery, even after first going to the hospital. Apparently, I had failed to mention the location of said surgery. (sorry, Anna)
5. I am very behind on my novel as I have felt pretty crappy most of the day.
6. At 8 a.m. tomorrow, I will find the cost to do a complete remodel on my bathroom, which I hate with a passion. Pray that the cost is in the Cassell budget.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Technology
So, last night I spent a little bit of time putting some songs on my ipod. I'm behind in my novel-writing attempt. In my effort to blur the lines of my family life into ficiton, I find myself questioning the way I've portrayed my family, who have received new names, of course.
I am terrified at the thought of anyone actually reading the words as they are at this moment. Hmm.
Anyway, so I have strep throat, it's past the point when I should be in bed, and I say to my husband, "Hey, honey. Can you dump my ipod off the desktop and save a copy of my novel to my jump drive?"
Then it just hit me that a few years ago, that question would have seemd ridiculous. Ipod? Jump drive? Give me a break.
I am terrified at the thought of anyone actually reading the words as they are at this moment. Hmm.
Anyway, so I have strep throat, it's past the point when I should be in bed, and I say to my husband, "Hey, honey. Can you dump my ipod off the desktop and save a copy of my novel to my jump drive?"
Then it just hit me that a few years ago, that question would have seemd ridiculous. Ipod? Jump drive? Give me a break.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Ranting, pure form
So, I worked my butt off Thursday night so I could sleep in a non-destructo home (when you are ranting, grammar and real words are optional)
Tonight, instead of redoing all that I did on Thursday, I watched TV. Yes, I watched TV. Now, my deck is clean and my yard looks fairly nice, but my kitchen is beyond wrecked.
And, I have two clothes baskets full of clothes that need to be put away. I hate washing three loads of laundry and already having two the very next day. aaauugggh.
There are toys everywhere and most of my plasticware is also spread throughout the house as that's my sons favorite play thing. He especially likes to wear the strainer on his head.
I did spend good quality time with my kids all weekend, but I truly feel as though I accomplished litle else. What is the secret for doing the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over without LOSING YOUR MIND?!
Well, I must think about going to bed as it is now 11:25 p.m. and it's another big week in the big old world -- whoo-pee!
Tonight, instead of redoing all that I did on Thursday, I watched TV. Yes, I watched TV. Now, my deck is clean and my yard looks fairly nice, but my kitchen is beyond wrecked.
And, I have two clothes baskets full of clothes that need to be put away. I hate washing three loads of laundry and already having two the very next day. aaauugggh.
There are toys everywhere and most of my plasticware is also spread throughout the house as that's my sons favorite play thing. He especially likes to wear the strainer on his head.
I did spend good quality time with my kids all weekend, but I truly feel as though I accomplished litle else. What is the secret for doing the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over without LOSING YOUR MIND?!
Well, I must think about going to bed as it is now 11:25 p.m. and it's another big week in the big old world -- whoo-pee!
Saturday
My blog is becoming a diary of sorts, only for the masses (wishful thinking) to read.
Today was Saturday. The ending to my oldest going to bed at 5:30 p.m. was his arrival in our bed at 5:30 a.m. Wait, it gets better. He was also sort of throwing up, not really because he had not eaten for quite awhile. Poor guy. He threw up off an on until about 8:30 or so when Gene finally decided to get up. I think Jared and I slept (sort of) until 9:30-10ish.
Made a trip to Sam's Club, very exciting. Jacob wanted to eat at the "chicken" place where you get "chicken, Cheetos and a drink." Turns out, he wanted KFC.
Gene had to work at 2 p.m. and has yet to return from his two-sport day. Yet another sport day will follow tomorrow. I'm sure you can sense my joy about this fact.
Jacob and I had a busy afternoon while Jared napped it away. We raked leaves, cleaned gutters and "found" the deck. It looks so pretty now. I'm not sure how I'll feel to wake up in a few hours and likely discover it covered in leaves again. I hope raking counts as exercise b/c I drank soda and ate chips today.
Then I took Jared for an after-dinner haircut, and to top off our BIG Saturday night, we went to Wal-Mart. Yeah, me.
I did not write in on my novel today because I am feeling a bit out-of-sorts and almost rebellious. Maybe I should just go to bed.
Oh, yeah. I almost forget. I bought a new razor at Wal-Mart. Big splurge. I had to buy a new one because my old one was so old that they are no longer selling blades for it. I told Jacob and Jared they were lucky not to have to shave their legs. They just looked at me like I was nuts.
Today was Saturday. The ending to my oldest going to bed at 5:30 p.m. was his arrival in our bed at 5:30 a.m. Wait, it gets better. He was also sort of throwing up, not really because he had not eaten for quite awhile. Poor guy. He threw up off an on until about 8:30 or so when Gene finally decided to get up. I think Jared and I slept (sort of) until 9:30-10ish.
Made a trip to Sam's Club, very exciting. Jacob wanted to eat at the "chicken" place where you get "chicken, Cheetos and a drink." Turns out, he wanted KFC.
Gene had to work at 2 p.m. and has yet to return from his two-sport day. Yet another sport day will follow tomorrow. I'm sure you can sense my joy about this fact.
Jacob and I had a busy afternoon while Jared napped it away. We raked leaves, cleaned gutters and "found" the deck. It looks so pretty now. I'm not sure how I'll feel to wake up in a few hours and likely discover it covered in leaves again. I hope raking counts as exercise b/c I drank soda and ate chips today.
Then I took Jared for an after-dinner haircut, and to top off our BIG Saturday night, we went to Wal-Mart. Yeah, me.
I did not write in on my novel today because I am feeling a bit out-of-sorts and almost rebellious. Maybe I should just go to bed.
Oh, yeah. I almost forget. I bought a new razor at Wal-Mart. Big splurge. I had to buy a new one because my old one was so old that they are no longer selling blades for it. I told Jacob and Jared they were lucky not to have to shave their legs. They just looked at me like I was nuts.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Weighing In
So, a friend of mine is wondering if it would be appropriate to confront overweight people about their weight the way smokers are often confronted about their nasty habit.
Claiming its basically the same thing, he wants to be able to tell the scale-tippers to stop frequenting buffet lines, all fast food establishments and to exercise good judment when ordering in restaurants.
In the end, I think we agreed that we are all slaves to our addictions, whether it be eating, smoking, consuming alcohol or massive amounts of caffeine. We all have to deal with these "afflictions" on a daily basis, so perhaps it's best to encourage each other in love.
I personally wish someone would hold me accountable for my food and exercise choices. When it comes to self-control and discipline in those areas, I sort of SUCK.
Claiming its basically the same thing, he wants to be able to tell the scale-tippers to stop frequenting buffet lines, all fast food establishments and to exercise good judment when ordering in restaurants.
In the end, I think we agreed that we are all slaves to our addictions, whether it be eating, smoking, consuming alcohol or massive amounts of caffeine. We all have to deal with these "afflictions" on a daily basis, so perhaps it's best to encourage each other in love.
I personally wish someone would hold me accountable for my food and exercise choices. When it comes to self-control and discipline in those areas, I sort of SUCK.
He sleeps
My oldest son was not a very nice boy at preschool today. He was
hitting and kicking his friends at preschool which is not a "safe"
choice.
And, apparently, he is a monster at nap time. They only need him to be quiet for 20 minutes so that the other children can go to sleep. Umm, this is not happening.
And, I believe it's important as parents to stay consistent with punishment and I was pretty much determined to take away privileges at home.
Turns
out, he decided to take them away himself. He feel asleep in the car.
I'll have to let you know how the story ends. Generally, I am a bit
concerned with my 3-year-old goes to sleep at 5:30. I kept thinking he
would wake up, but this has not been the case.
hitting and kicking his friends at preschool which is not a "safe"
choice.
And, apparently, he is a monster at nap time. They only need him to be quiet for 20 minutes so that the other children can go to sleep. Umm, this is not happening.
And, I believe it's important as parents to stay consistent with punishment and I was pretty much determined to take away privileges at home.
Turns
out, he decided to take them away himself. He feel asleep in the car.
I'll have to let you know how the story ends. Generally, I am a bit
concerned with my 3-year-old goes to sleep at 5:30. I kept thinking he
would wake up, but this has not been the case.
5,034
Right on schedule. Of course, it's only day 3. I'm wondering if my story is going to run out before I get to the correct word count. I have a pretty good start now, but I sometimes have to go back and recall what I've named certain characters. Oops.
Maybe I need to make some cliff notes or something.
Unless you've been reading my blog, you likely have no idea what I'm talking about. If you would like, click on the NaNoWriMo label for full disclosure.
Maybe I need to make some cliff notes or something.
Unless you've been reading my blog, you likely have no idea what I'm talking about. If you would like, click on the NaNoWriMo label for full disclosure.
2,592 words
I didn't quite make the 1,667 words today, but that's OK. I'm at an average of 1,200. Before I sat down to write, I cleaned the kitchen, ran the vacuum, folded clothes and put away laundry, found my bed and picked up after small group tonight.
Oh, and I also had to pay bills. I feel pretty good about my productivity. I hope to spend a couple of hours writing this weekend to perhaps store up some words, so to speak.
Now, I'm off to bed. Hooray.
Oh, and I also had to pay bills. I feel pretty good about my productivity. I hope to spend a couple of hours writing this weekend to perhaps store up some words, so to speak.
Now, I'm off to bed. Hooray.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
1,673 words
I have written 1,673 words of my November novel. It's called Boxed In. For those of you who know me, you will no doubt get the little joke in the title.
My sisters would likely follow it with uh-uh.
At any rate, it's harder to write this novel than perhaps I anticipated. I have the idea, but I've always written in newspaper and/or essay style. Dialogue is new for me, but essential for my story.
It's going to be interesting. November = 50,000 words. Maybe I'll finish early over Thanksgiving break.
It's gonna be a draft. A very rough draft, but it's something.
My sisters would likely follow it with uh-uh.
At any rate, it's harder to write this novel than perhaps I anticipated. I have the idea, but I've always written in newspaper and/or essay style. Dialogue is new for me, but essential for my story.
It's going to be interesting. November = 50,000 words. Maybe I'll finish early over Thanksgiving break.
It's gonna be a draft. A very rough draft, but it's something.
Friday, October 27, 2006
The addiction deepens
So, I've discovered that I should add some pics to my site, which I did. Reminds me that I need to get a new batch on my computer in the office and print some out so I can finish my grandma's birthday present (sigh)
At any rate, I've also discovered with the new beta version, I can add labels. This post boasts the label blogging, which if you click on, will bring up all my previous posts on blogging, cool, eh?
And, my friend Randy has convinced me through his own enthusiasm to attempt to write 50,000 words of a novel -- during the month of November.
I talked to my mom about it last night. She and my family members will serve as characters so to speak. People will likely think I've embellished these stories I plan to weave together in some yet-to-be-determined fashion.
For those who know me well, you will get a kick out of my working title, "Boxed In." Makes me laugh as I type this. Perhaps I'll even put that in the foreword. Is that how you spell that, incidentially?
Anyone interested in joining us on the journey should check out http://www.nanowrimo.org/index.php.
There's a site all about National Novel Writers Month, referred to as NaNoWriMo. Very alien-speak like.
Maybe I'll upload some of my excerpts to my blog, using the label "novel."
At any rate, I've also discovered with the new beta version, I can add labels. This post boasts the label blogging, which if you click on, will bring up all my previous posts on blogging, cool, eh?
And, my friend Randy has convinced me through his own enthusiasm to attempt to write 50,000 words of a novel -- during the month of November.
I talked to my mom about it last night. She and my family members will serve as characters so to speak. People will likely think I've embellished these stories I plan to weave together in some yet-to-be-determined fashion.
For those who know me well, you will get a kick out of my working title, "Boxed In." Makes me laugh as I type this. Perhaps I'll even put that in the foreword. Is that how you spell that, incidentially?
Anyone interested in joining us on the journey should check out http://www.nanowrimo.org/index.php.
There's a site all about National Novel Writers Month, referred to as NaNoWriMo. Very alien-speak like.
Maybe I'll upload some of my excerpts to my blog, using the label "novel."
Monday, October 23, 2006
Ear tubes and faith
"Jared, look over here. Look at Pooh! Good!" The woman waves wildly to
capture the baby's attention through the window and repeats the test on
the other side.
Jared's mother sits holding him in her lap amazed that there a way to test the
hearing of a 1-year-old boy who doesn't talk much. Jared laughs
energetically as he sees the clown light on on the right side of the
sound booth.
"Well, he has a 30 percent hearing loss," the woman says after completing the test.
Really, his mom had known on the drive over to the office that ear tubes were
pretty much a given. Her mind racing, she forced herself to think of
her good friend, Anna.
Anna knew before she did that Jared was a likely candidate for tubes, and now she was grateful to have been somewhat prepared. Anna's reassurance echoed in her mind as she asked what the next step was.
Oblivious, Jared walked around happily looking for stuff he could get his chubby little hands into. His blue eyes danced with mischief as he darted out of the room.
Wishing yet again that she had demanded her husband accompany her, she dashed
after Jared, who was already peaking into one of the exam rooms.
Sensing her proximity, he squealed and took off running again.
Her own mom had cried when she told her about the tubes, but she had not.
Focusing inward, she realized that God would take care of her baby. A
resident worrier, she often worries about things she could attempt to
control, like how to disciple her two boys or how to encourage Jared to
stop hitting his older brother, Jacob.
Medical things were simply out-of-her hands. She often found herself spacing out the specifics of medical things. She trusted that God would provide capable doctors
for her family, and he always had. It seemed easy to have faith in God
when it came to her family members, so she again wondered why she
insisted on fighting Him at every turn when he was dealing directly
with her.
capture the baby's attention through the window and repeats the test on
the other side.
Jared's mother sits holding him in her lap amazed that there a way to test the
hearing of a 1-year-old boy who doesn't talk much. Jared laughs
energetically as he sees the clown light on on the right side of the
sound booth.
"Well, he has a 30 percent hearing loss," the woman says after completing the test.
Really, his mom had known on the drive over to the office that ear tubes were
pretty much a given. Her mind racing, she forced herself to think of
her good friend, Anna.
Anna knew before she did that Jared was a likely candidate for tubes, and now she was grateful to have been somewhat prepared. Anna's reassurance echoed in her mind as she asked what the next step was.
Oblivious, Jared walked around happily looking for stuff he could get his chubby little hands into. His blue eyes danced with mischief as he darted out of the room.
Wishing yet again that she had demanded her husband accompany her, she dashed
after Jared, who was already peaking into one of the exam rooms.
Sensing her proximity, he squealed and took off running again.
Her own mom had cried when she told her about the tubes, but she had not.
Focusing inward, she realized that God would take care of her baby. A
resident worrier, she often worries about things she could attempt to
control, like how to disciple her two boys or how to encourage Jared to
stop hitting his older brother, Jacob.
Medical things were simply out-of-her hands. She often found herself spacing out the specifics of medical things. She trusted that God would provide capable doctors
for her family, and he always had. It seemed easy to have faith in God
when it came to her family members, so she again wondered why she
insisted on fighting Him at every turn when he was dealing directly
with her.
Monday, October 16, 2006
It's 1 a.m.
OK, I'm officially addicted to blogging. I started out by grading all of my feature writing blogs. Kudos to Trista, Kammie and Crystal, the only three who are completely caught up.
After I made a fun chart to track who had read whose blog and read the new posts, I decided to add a few posts to my own. But, it's 1 a.m. Geez! I have two boys who will be up at the crack of dawn. What a bad decision.
Oh, well. I don't regret it one bit. I love blogging!
And, I think I've blogged the required amount of posts myself, so I know it can be accomplished :)
After I made a fun chart to track who had read whose blog and read the new posts, I decided to add a few posts to my own. But, it's 1 a.m. Geez! I have two boys who will be up at the crack of dawn. What a bad decision.
Oh, well. I don't regret it one bit. I love blogging!
And, I think I've blogged the required amount of posts myself, so I know it can be accomplished :)
Sisters
I'm the oldest of four girls, now women. As the oldest, I have managed to mother and smother all of my sisters at one point or another. I've loaned quite a few dollars that never seemed to make their way back to me.
My sisters and I are as different as night and day, which is probably one reason I tend to feel like the resident outsider. I've been referred to as the resident "dream crusher" when I've tried to help one of them reach a goal by taking a more efficient path. (Don't confuse this with trying to run their lives - ha. ha.)
I'm used to being on the outside in my family. The real break happened when I was in college. I did put some distance between my family and myself. I was selfish and only wanted to focus on me. Then I became a more relevant Christian, and I felt the divide grow even wider.
I have always hated being the one on the outside in my family. My mom reads this blog, and she might even be mad at me at the end. But, she was a mom who worked really hard while I was growing up. I was a good helper for her in many ways, and to some, especially my sisters, it would seem that I might be the favorite. And, now I'm the mother of her only two grandsons, whom she completely adores. She will gain a granddaughter sometime next year when my sister gets married, but I've generally had a good relationship with my mom.
I was not a great big sister, however. I was mean to my sisters on a regular, if not daily, basis. They were a burden to me. I had to watch them a lot, and instead of using that time for fun and bonding, I was cold and distant.
As a Christian, I believe we are forgiven, but we must always deal with the consequences of our actions. My consequence is two sisters who seem so far away, physically and figuratively, seem to have little interest in having a real relationship with me.
Sure, we play nice, talk on the phone every now and again and e-mail, but I want more. They both live in Michigan, and I am such a homebody in general. I want to understand them more, but I always tend to view things wrong when it comes to family.
I'm rather passionate about my faith, and this has caused me numerous set-backs in our relationships. Mostly it's my own fault because I seem to lack any sense of tact when it comes to my family.
I'm not sure I really even know anything about middle child number three. She makes it clear that family are really not welcome in her life details.
I was 13 when my youngest sister was born, and I do feel there is more hope overall in this relationshp because it's really just forming as she heads into adulthood. She'll be 21 in July.
I really want the four of us to take a fun, "girls only" trip to Vegas to celebrate the baby's birthday. Maybe this is just the chance to make true amends and develop a friendship for life.
Don't get me wrong. I love my sisters very much, but I want to know they really love me back. Is that so wrong?
My sisters and I are as different as night and day, which is probably one reason I tend to feel like the resident outsider. I've been referred to as the resident "dream crusher" when I've tried to help one of them reach a goal by taking a more efficient path. (Don't confuse this with trying to run their lives - ha. ha.)
I'm used to being on the outside in my family. The real break happened when I was in college. I did put some distance between my family and myself. I was selfish and only wanted to focus on me. Then I became a more relevant Christian, and I felt the divide grow even wider.
I have always hated being the one on the outside in my family. My mom reads this blog, and she might even be mad at me at the end. But, she was a mom who worked really hard while I was growing up. I was a good helper for her in many ways, and to some, especially my sisters, it would seem that I might be the favorite. And, now I'm the mother of her only two grandsons, whom she completely adores. She will gain a granddaughter sometime next year when my sister gets married, but I've generally had a good relationship with my mom.
I was not a great big sister, however. I was mean to my sisters on a regular, if not daily, basis. They were a burden to me. I had to watch them a lot, and instead of using that time for fun and bonding, I was cold and distant.
As a Christian, I believe we are forgiven, but we must always deal with the consequences of our actions. My consequence is two sisters who seem so far away, physically and figuratively, seem to have little interest in having a real relationship with me.
Sure, we play nice, talk on the phone every now and again and e-mail, but I want more. They both live in Michigan, and I am such a homebody in general. I want to understand them more, but I always tend to view things wrong when it comes to family.
I'm rather passionate about my faith, and this has caused me numerous set-backs in our relationships. Mostly it's my own fault because I seem to lack any sense of tact when it comes to my family.
I'm not sure I really even know anything about middle child number three. She makes it clear that family are really not welcome in her life details.
I was 13 when my youngest sister was born, and I do feel there is more hope overall in this relationshp because it's really just forming as she heads into adulthood. She'll be 21 in July.
I really want the four of us to take a fun, "girls only" trip to Vegas to celebrate the baby's birthday. Maybe this is just the chance to make true amends and develop a friendship for life.
Don't get me wrong. I love my sisters very much, but I want to know they really love me back. Is that so wrong?
Praise
I teach writing, but I'm still a reporter. Might be an actual reporter if the hours were better.
Anyway, I got an e-mail from an editor at the local paper saying that she liked my story and my lede. I obsessed a great deal over both, by the way. And, I am very proud to receive this compliment for my work. I'm still worried that others might not like it, but that's more or less my personality.
I was always very envious of my oldest, younger sister because so many things seemed to come natually to her.
I played the flute in band, and at one time sat first chair. But, I practiced my butt off for that and stopped when the boys got more interesting. She picks up any instrument and without a care is creating music.
I love to write. I've always loved to write. And, as I teach my students year after year, I always wonder if I've got what it takes to make it at what I'm teaching. Again, writing is something that comes quite easily to my sister. She's a great poet, and her writing comes from her soul.
I have had the amazing opportunity to interview some truly amazing people in my day. I even got to hug Maya Angelou when I was the editor of my college newspaper. Yeah! I hugged the woman.
I'm passionate about a lot of people and things, so when I write a story, especially one I've pitched, I'm tied to it. It's fate rests in my hands for the most part. Sure, an editor is going to come along and add the polish, but an editor can only take a story so far.
Anyway, I got an e-mail from an editor at the local paper saying that she liked my story and my lede. I obsessed a great deal over both, by the way. And, I am very proud to receive this compliment for my work. I'm still worried that others might not like it, but that's more or less my personality.
I was always very envious of my oldest, younger sister because so many things seemed to come natually to her.
I played the flute in band, and at one time sat first chair. But, I practiced my butt off for that and stopped when the boys got more interesting. She picks up any instrument and without a care is creating music.
I love to write. I've always loved to write. And, as I teach my students year after year, I always wonder if I've got what it takes to make it at what I'm teaching. Again, writing is something that comes quite easily to my sister. She's a great poet, and her writing comes from her soul.
I have had the amazing opportunity to interview some truly amazing people in my day. I even got to hug Maya Angelou when I was the editor of my college newspaper. Yeah! I hugged the woman.
I'm passionate about a lot of people and things, so when I write a story, especially one I've pitched, I'm tied to it. It's fate rests in my hands for the most part. Sure, an editor is going to come along and add the polish, but an editor can only take a story so far.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Weakest link
My latest theory is a spinoff of an old one. A family is only as strong as its weakest link.
This week has been a nightmare of sorts. My poor husband has spent the last several days coughing and hacking with enough passion to shake the very foundation of our little house. Cough medicine, which is to be taken only every four hours, takes a good 30 minutes to kick in and wears off 30 minutes before the next dose is due.
Brings me back to the days of nursing my oldest son. There was a "sleep window" in-between feedings, of course, but you had to be quick about getting right to sleeping. And, at the moment true contement would invade the would-be sleeper, the baby was hungry again.
My sweetie has voluteered to take the sofa, but a sick man deserves his own bed. I could take the sofa myself, but I fear that would only make him feel worse that he already does.
So, I am currently running on very little sleep, and I've been lugging my backpack around all week. It's full of stuff I need to grade desperately, but I have lacked time, energy and ability to focus.
Today I woke up to the sound of my yougest son doing his best to imitate his poor daddy. Oh, no. Here we go again.
This week has been a nightmare of sorts. My poor husband has spent the last several days coughing and hacking with enough passion to shake the very foundation of our little house. Cough medicine, which is to be taken only every four hours, takes a good 30 minutes to kick in and wears off 30 minutes before the next dose is due.
Brings me back to the days of nursing my oldest son. There was a "sleep window" in-between feedings, of course, but you had to be quick about getting right to sleeping. And, at the moment true contement would invade the would-be sleeper, the baby was hungry again.
My sweetie has voluteered to take the sofa, but a sick man deserves his own bed. I could take the sofa myself, but I fear that would only make him feel worse that he already does.
So, I am currently running on very little sleep, and I've been lugging my backpack around all week. It's full of stuff I need to grade desperately, but I have lacked time, energy and ability to focus.
Today I woke up to the sound of my yougest son doing his best to imitate his poor daddy. Oh, no. Here we go again.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Grading
I teach writing. Actually, I coach young writers. Well, maybe I just make them write their butts off.
Anyway you break it down, my classes require a lot of grading. I like grading when these things happen.
1) My students have followed directions.
2) Their work indicates that they care a trifle about the assignment
3) It's quality writing.
4) It does not take me more time to grade than the time the student put into the assignment.
I do not love grading when these things happen.
1) It's late.
2) It's sloppy.
3) It's full of stupid errors.
4) There's too much of it (I am a hard-core believer in practice makes better!)
5) I've basically read the same paper for the last two hours. (Be creative and original, please!)
Anyway you break it down, my classes require a lot of grading. I like grading when these things happen.
1) My students have followed directions.
2) Their work indicates that they care a trifle about the assignment
3) It's quality writing.
4) It does not take me more time to grade than the time the student put into the assignment.
I do not love grading when these things happen.
1) It's late.
2) It's sloppy.
3) It's full of stupid errors.
4) There's too much of it (I am a hard-core believer in practice makes better!)
5) I've basically read the same paper for the last two hours. (Be creative and original, please!)
Monday, October 02, 2006
Discipline, take one
Brick walls speak to me. Most likely because I've walked into them time and time again. I'm not sure why I have to learn everything the hard way, but I'm stumped to recall an easy life lesson.
I hate being disciplined for any reason, and I hate the fact that I lack a lot of discipline in many key areas of my life. This summer, God really decided to confront this quality in me. I have had a crazy year, staring with work in January, and I was looking forward to summer.
The previous summer is a blur as baby Jared came home with us in May of 2005. With his infancy mostly behind us, I was looking forward to having a little more control over my life. Yeah, I'm a control freak, too. Discipline and control are too closely related for my comfort. I think it takes a lot of discipline in my life for me to give up the control I seem to desire at every turn.
The need for control fights with my heart's desire to wak more closely with God.
I need God in my life. I have learned this lesson one brick wall at a time. When I get stressed, however, I tend to flee (lack of discipline). When problems come my way, I search MY brain for ways to fix them (need to control).
So, what happens when a family member becomes diagnosed with cancer or another one risks losing custody of her son? Well, all bets are off. (In addition to that sentence containing a question, which I rail against in my writing classes, it also contains a cliché. Oh, well. I love being able to make and break the rules).
God gave me a purpose in life, and it takes a lot of discipline to discover what it is. Daily Bible readings have helped me focus my attention to God's word; a weekly Bible study in our home takes me through the 40 Days of Purpose campaign; and God is not just using these tools to convict me. I hear calls to get more sleep, eat better, exercise more, spend quality time with my kids and husband and then there's always saving the world. Even maintaining frienships takes discipline. It's all around us, and I am beginning to fear there is no escape.
Only there is: Get with the program, Regina. (I'd say stop whining, but I find whining to be one of my favorite pasttimes. It's not that I think I'm not blessed because I am incredibly so, but I still like to whine.
I hate being disciplined for any reason, and I hate the fact that I lack a lot of discipline in many key areas of my life. This summer, God really decided to confront this quality in me. I have had a crazy year, staring with work in January, and I was looking forward to summer.
The previous summer is a blur as baby Jared came home with us in May of 2005. With his infancy mostly behind us, I was looking forward to having a little more control over my life. Yeah, I'm a control freak, too. Discipline and control are too closely related for my comfort. I think it takes a lot of discipline in my life for me to give up the control I seem to desire at every turn.
The need for control fights with my heart's desire to wak more closely with God.
I need God in my life. I have learned this lesson one brick wall at a time. When I get stressed, however, I tend to flee (lack of discipline). When problems come my way, I search MY brain for ways to fix them (need to control).
So, what happens when a family member becomes diagnosed with cancer or another one risks losing custody of her son? Well, all bets are off. (In addition to that sentence containing a question, which I rail against in my writing classes, it also contains a cliché. Oh, well. I love being able to make and break the rules).
God gave me a purpose in life, and it takes a lot of discipline to discover what it is. Daily Bible readings have helped me focus my attention to God's word; a weekly Bible study in our home takes me through the 40 Days of Purpose campaign; and God is not just using these tools to convict me. I hear calls to get more sleep, eat better, exercise more, spend quality time with my kids and husband and then there's always saving the world. Even maintaining frienships takes discipline. It's all around us, and I am beginning to fear there is no escape.
Only there is: Get with the program, Regina. (I'd say stop whining, but I find whining to be one of my favorite pasttimes. It's not that I think I'm not blessed because I am incredibly so, but I still like to whine.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Blogging success
I am trying so hard to get organized. Today in feature writing, my students are working on various assignments. I am available for questions, but I thought I'd work on my blog, too.
I look forward to blogging. It's a new addiction, like I need any new ones. I have all of these ideas. When you have a forum to write, it's great.
I actually have a list of things in my planner that I want to blog about when I have the time. Geez! I also have a list of scrapbook pages I want to create when I have the time. I also have a list of home projects that I really want to accomplish … And when am I going to have the time?
That remains to be discovered.
I am going to blog about these things in upcoming posts.
1) People I've seen on 21st St. (includes a man running barefoot and a 70-something woman carrying a cue bag on her shoulder)
2) My adorable sons and their not-so-adorable behavior.
3) My thoughts on discipline (not relating directly to children) and why it matters
4) What it feels like to have the time to blog all of these things.
I look forward to blogging. It's a new addiction, like I need any new ones. I have all of these ideas. When you have a forum to write, it's great.
I actually have a list of things in my planner that I want to blog about when I have the time. Geez! I also have a list of scrapbook pages I want to create when I have the time. I also have a list of home projects that I really want to accomplish … And when am I going to have the time?
That remains to be discovered.
I am going to blog about these things in upcoming posts.
1) People I've seen on 21st St. (includes a man running barefoot and a 70-something woman carrying a cue bag on her shoulder)
2) My adorable sons and their not-so-adorable behavior.
3) My thoughts on discipline (not relating directly to children) and why it matters
4) What it feels like to have the time to blog all of these things.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Celebrate
My mom's getting baptized, and I'm so excited for her. She called to tell me today, and I was likely more subdued on the phone than I am on the inside.
My mom is a confirmed Lutheran, but not all churches accept the sprinkle as a true baptism. As my parents now attend a Baptist church, baptism is essential for membership in the church. Some will totally oppose this "regulation." I can already hear the responses that the masses might have. But, if you want to be a member of a certain body, you are in effect saying you believe the same things, too.
In all the churches I've attended, baptism has been described as an outward sign of an inward process. Becoming a Christian is a personal thing. It's between you and God, but your journey should not end there. If it does, you will still have a spot in heaven, but you will miss the extraordinary blessings right here on earth. And another key is that you have to be able to understand this choice before you can make it. That's why some faiths do not believe in baptizing infants. We do believe in dedicating their lives to God, but the whole personal relationship is just that -- personal. That's another reason why you won't find a "baptism primer" in our churches. We roll the baptism tank out as many times as we need to, but we don't have yearly baptisms of the 8-year-olds. However, I digress a bit.
People were made for relationships. One big relationship in particular. Basically, baptism is telling your family, friends and church family that you are a believer and have a relationship with Jesus. It's a public profession of faith. It says, "Yeah, I believe. I'm not perfect, but Jesus was. And, hey, I'm probably gonna need some help on this journey."
I will never forget the night I was baptized. It was late September, and I was a freshmen in college. I had gone on a weekend retreat with some Christian friends because it really sounded like a fun opportunity. I hate alter calls because I think they can sometimes manufacture responses. But, I was standing there thinking about my life and my walk with God and halfway wondering how many times the song would play.
Suddenly, I had this nagging and quite overwhelming desire to take my relationship with God to a new level. But, I had a little problem. I was sort of angry at my father, and that might be stating it a bit mildly. I was not sure how in the world I would ever be able to have any relationship with my dad, let alone a loving one.
Hmm. Something I could not take care of on my own was never something pleasing for the control freak in me. OK, I found myself walking down the aisle, but without the tears. I'm just not that kind of girl. I had never been baptized, but I could not recall a time I had not believed in Jesus.
I just didn't know how to make him real to my life. It was a fairly cool night in Missouri, and I shivered as I slipped into the camp pool that was being used for the baptisms. I shared why I was standing there with the excited group of students and their advisers.
As I was brought back up, I felt the most amazing things. First of all, there was a physical response for me. I felt warm and like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Actually, it was lifted. I felt it physically. It was like being wrapped up in a blanket fresh from the dryer. It was amazing. And then I felt really light and happy.
My dad was driving a truck over the road during this time, but he was home the next weekend I was home from college. That was a God thing. I hugged my dad for the first time in likely 15 years. Our relationship started right then and there. It wasn't always easy because we are both stubborn. But, now, I'm so proud to call him my dad and love him with all my heart.
My mom is a confirmed Lutheran, but not all churches accept the sprinkle as a true baptism. As my parents now attend a Baptist church, baptism is essential for membership in the church. Some will totally oppose this "regulation." I can already hear the responses that the masses might have. But, if you want to be a member of a certain body, you are in effect saying you believe the same things, too.
In all the churches I've attended, baptism has been described as an outward sign of an inward process. Becoming a Christian is a personal thing. It's between you and God, but your journey should not end there. If it does, you will still have a spot in heaven, but you will miss the extraordinary blessings right here on earth. And another key is that you have to be able to understand this choice before you can make it. That's why some faiths do not believe in baptizing infants. We do believe in dedicating their lives to God, but the whole personal relationship is just that -- personal. That's another reason why you won't find a "baptism primer" in our churches. We roll the baptism tank out as many times as we need to, but we don't have yearly baptisms of the 8-year-olds. However, I digress a bit.
People were made for relationships. One big relationship in particular. Basically, baptism is telling your family, friends and church family that you are a believer and have a relationship with Jesus. It's a public profession of faith. It says, "Yeah, I believe. I'm not perfect, but Jesus was. And, hey, I'm probably gonna need some help on this journey."
I will never forget the night I was baptized. It was late September, and I was a freshmen in college. I had gone on a weekend retreat with some Christian friends because it really sounded like a fun opportunity. I hate alter calls because I think they can sometimes manufacture responses. But, I was standing there thinking about my life and my walk with God and halfway wondering how many times the song would play.
Suddenly, I had this nagging and quite overwhelming desire to take my relationship with God to a new level. But, I had a little problem. I was sort of angry at my father, and that might be stating it a bit mildly. I was not sure how in the world I would ever be able to have any relationship with my dad, let alone a loving one.
Hmm. Something I could not take care of on my own was never something pleasing for the control freak in me. OK, I found myself walking down the aisle, but without the tears. I'm just not that kind of girl. I had never been baptized, but I could not recall a time I had not believed in Jesus.
I just didn't know how to make him real to my life. It was a fairly cool night in Missouri, and I shivered as I slipped into the camp pool that was being used for the baptisms. I shared why I was standing there with the excited group of students and their advisers.
As I was brought back up, I felt the most amazing things. First of all, there was a physical response for me. I felt warm and like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Actually, it was lifted. I felt it physically. It was like being wrapped up in a blanket fresh from the dryer. It was amazing. And then I felt really light and happy.
My dad was driving a truck over the road during this time, but he was home the next weekend I was home from college. That was a God thing. I hugged my dad for the first time in likely 15 years. Our relationship started right then and there. It wasn't always easy because we are both stubborn. But, now, I'm so proud to call him my dad and love him with all my heart.
Friday, September 08, 2006
On Motherhood
Picture the scene:
An eager 3-year-old boy wanting to ride his big boy bike while his 1-year-old brother throws an tantrum in the driveway.
As their mother, I manage to convince the youngest to push his little ride along down the street while Jacob pedals his big boy bike.
Now the youngest stops again, but Jacob pedals on down the street and a car is coming. Jacob is at the curb, but he's three and unpredicable. I scoop up Jared, the little ride-on firetruck and run down the street.
More Jared tantrums.
Moral of this story: One child should be "confined" at all times. Jared usually rides in the wagon. Silly, momma.
An eager 3-year-old boy wanting to ride his big boy bike while his 1-year-old brother throws an tantrum in the driveway.
As their mother, I manage to convince the youngest to push his little ride along down the street while Jacob pedals his big boy bike.
Now the youngest stops again, but Jacob pedals on down the street and a car is coming. Jacob is at the curb, but he's three and unpredicable. I scoop up Jared, the little ride-on firetruck and run down the street.
More Jared tantrums.
Moral of this story: One child should be "confined" at all times. Jared usually rides in the wagon. Silly, momma.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Regina's Religion
I have a lot of thoughts and ideas on religion. If you are one of those "easily offended" types, do not read this post. It won't sit well.
As the adviser of the newspaper, I received a copy of a letter from a rather active "religious" group in Topeka. I'll let you try to guess which one. Though this group is likely the most organized, anti-homosexual movement I've ever seen, it's not the only one. Basically, the gist of the letter was that Washburn was a dark, evil place, filled with dark, evil people. Hmm. However, it seems, more or less, that attending WU is the only choice because the "real world" requires a college education. So, how does that line up with their belief system? Would a God who so passionately "hates" people he actually created condone such evil for the sake of a job? Aren't there other less-evil colleges in the world? It does not seem to quite line up, does it?
And then, I am filled with other questions, too. Why is it that this group and some other groups are on such a mission against this one issue? What about the liars, cheats, murders, adulters, etc. Sin is sin in God's eyes.
And, by the way, he hates SIN, not people.
As the adviser of the newspaper, I received a copy of a letter from a rather active "religious" group in Topeka. I'll let you try to guess which one. Though this group is likely the most organized, anti-homosexual movement I've ever seen, it's not the only one. Basically, the gist of the letter was that Washburn was a dark, evil place, filled with dark, evil people. Hmm. However, it seems, more or less, that attending WU is the only choice because the "real world" requires a college education. So, how does that line up with their belief system? Would a God who so passionately "hates" people he actually created condone such evil for the sake of a job? Aren't there other less-evil colleges in the world? It does not seem to quite line up, does it?
And then, I am filled with other questions, too. Why is it that this group and some other groups are on such a mission against this one issue? What about the liars, cheats, murders, adulters, etc. Sin is sin in God's eyes.
And, by the way, he hates SIN, not people.
On being called a butthead
I love many things about my son's preschool. It's full of great teachers, and Jacob is very happy there. He started there full time in early July, and has brought home lots of great artwork, much of which he insists I take to work with me. But, there are a few drawbacks as well.
Tonight as I was reminding him to sit down and eat his dinner, he called me a butthead. Yes, my precious little son called his momma a butthead. Gene and I tried not to laugh. We failed, but still told Jacob we don't call people buttheads. To which, he replied that so-and-so at preschool calls him a butthed. I told him the next time so-and-so says that, he should tell Mr. so-and-so his momma says it's not very nice. Hmm. We'll see.
To change the subject, we started talking about what he might like for Christmas. He was open to socks, shirts and pjs. He wants "A Lightning McQeen night-night shirt and a Lightning McQueen wake-up shirt, too!" He was also very concerned about what we should leave for Santa. He decided that we could give him some chips, a cup of milk and a corndog.
By the way, preschool has also taught Jacob that his mommy is not fair. At times, I hear, "no fair, mommy!" And this possibly could be my biggest pet peeve in life. And, he has also put me on his "list" for naughty people.
Aren't children wonderful?
Tonight as I was reminding him to sit down and eat his dinner, he called me a butthead. Yes, my precious little son called his momma a butthead. Gene and I tried not to laugh. We failed, but still told Jacob we don't call people buttheads. To which, he replied that so-and-so at preschool calls him a butthed. I told him the next time so-and-so says that, he should tell Mr. so-and-so his momma says it's not very nice. Hmm. We'll see.
To change the subject, we started talking about what he might like for Christmas. He was open to socks, shirts and pjs. He wants "A Lightning McQeen night-night shirt and a Lightning McQueen wake-up shirt, too!" He was also very concerned about what we should leave for Santa. He decided that we could give him some chips, a cup of milk and a corndog.
By the way, preschool has also taught Jacob that his mommy is not fair. At times, I hear, "no fair, mommy!" And this possibly could be my biggest pet peeve in life. And, he has also put me on his "list" for naughty people.
Aren't children wonderful?
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Where is Regina Fall 2006?
Monday
9-11 a.m. Office Hours
1 p.m. Meet with Brenda
2 p.m. Meet with Andrew
Tuesday
9-10 a.m. Office Hours
10 a.m. Meet with Amanda
11-12:15 p.m. MM-320 (HC 7)
1-2:15 p.m. MM-431 (HC 7)
2:30 p.m. Meet with Courtney
Wednesday
9-11 a.m. Office Hours
11 a.m. MM Dept. meeting
12:15 Review Editor’s meeting
Thursday
9-10 a.m. Office Hours
11-12:15 p.m. MM-320 (HC 7)
1-2:15 p.m. MM-431 (HC 7)
2:30 p.m. Meet with Sarah
Friday
11:30 a.m. Review general staff meeting
Noon - 12:50 p.m. MM490 (HC 303)
1 p.m. Board of Student Pubs meeting
9-11 a.m. Office Hours
1 p.m. Meet with Brenda
2 p.m. Meet with Andrew
Tuesday
9-10 a.m. Office Hours
10 a.m. Meet with Amanda
11-12:15 p.m. MM-320 (HC 7)
1-2:15 p.m. MM-431 (HC 7)
2:30 p.m. Meet with Courtney
Wednesday
9-11 a.m. Office Hours
11 a.m. MM Dept. meeting
12:15 Review Editor’s meeting
Thursday
9-10 a.m. Office Hours
11-12:15 p.m. MM-320 (HC 7)
1-2:15 p.m. MM-431 (HC 7)
2:30 p.m. Meet with Sarah
Friday
11:30 a.m. Review general staff meeting
Noon - 12:50 p.m. MM490 (HC 303)
1 p.m. Board of Student Pubs meeting
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
EAT THAT FROG
A good friend of mine made me read this book this summer called "Eat That Frog." The author Brian Tracy advertises it as a guide to overcome procrastination, but I'm not sold on that description of the book.
He many asks the reader to consider what things are most important and make a plan to work on those things each day.
He has a couple of great quotes in the book, including: "You can get your time and your life under control only to the degree to which you discontinue lower value activities."
Also, "The things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things that matter the least."
Hmm, I wonder if spending time blogging falls into a category of wasted time? I sure hope not.
At any rate, it's a fantastic little book that offers some very practical and helpful solutions to point your life in the right direction.
He many asks the reader to consider what things are most important and make a plan to work on those things each day.
He has a couple of great quotes in the book, including: "You can get your time and your life under control only to the degree to which you discontinue lower value activities."
Also, "The things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things that matter the least."
Hmm, I wonder if spending time blogging falls into a category of wasted time? I sure hope not.
At any rate, it's a fantastic little book that offers some very practical and helpful solutions to point your life in the right direction.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
I love blogs!
I've just checked in with my feature writing class for the fall semester. I am going to love reading their blogs each week. What fun! I hope this experiment is as fun for them as it's going to be for me.
Books I'd recommend
Anything by Laurie Notario
"84 Charing Cross Road," by Helene Hanif
Bridget Jones Diary
"Bird by Bird" (writing guide recommended by a good friend of mine.)
"84 Charing Cross Road," by Helene Hanif
Bridget Jones Diary
"Bird by Bird" (writing guide recommended by a good friend of mine.)
My Christmas Wish List
A nice new, shiny digital camera
A fun thing to plug my ipod easily into our home stereo
A fun thing to plug my ipod easily into our home stereo
Friday, August 11, 2006
Feature Writing Fall 2006
Hello, Bloggers! This will be a fun experiment for the semester, I think. Your weekly assignment will be to post twice to your blog each week. You need to create a topic within your blog called Feature Writing and post two comments each week. After you set up your blog, be sure to e-mail me the link.
1) Type in 200-400 words (can copy and paste from Word if easier) about a weekly observation you've made. Really focus on the QUALITY of your writing. If you notice an unusual scene at the store or wherever, capture it in writing. Your goal is to share snippets of life with the class. This is not a venting spot. Focus on one single event and communicate its significance to your readers.
2) On the second post, you have a choice. You can continue to work fervently on your writing and capture another slice of life or you can use what I'll call stream-of-conscience venting. Whatever you want. Just type at least 200 words.
3) You are also required to visit the blogs of one of your classmates each week and post something. Do not repeat classmates until you have looked at them all. You can certainly read everyone's each week if you like.
4) You will keep a written record on a sheet of notebook paper of the dates you update your blog and post comments on your classmates blogs.
1) Type in 200-400 words (can copy and paste from Word if easier) about a weekly observation you've made. Really focus on the QUALITY of your writing. If you notice an unusual scene at the store or wherever, capture it in writing. Your goal is to share snippets of life with the class. This is not a venting spot. Focus on one single event and communicate its significance to your readers.
2) On the second post, you have a choice. You can continue to work fervently on your writing and capture another slice of life or you can use what I'll call stream-of-conscience venting. Whatever you want. Just type at least 200 words.
3) You are also required to visit the blogs of one of your classmates each week and post something. Do not repeat classmates until you have looked at them all. You can certainly read everyone's each week if you like.
4) You will keep a written record on a sheet of notebook paper of the dates you update your blog and post comments on your classmates blogs.
Technology overload!
So I've joined facebook, created a sparkteam and started my own blog. Geez. I told myself I wanted my students to have some experience with the Internet world and how it affects and shapes communication. This does seem like the perfect opportunity.
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