I have to thank my blogging pal Maggie for inspiring me to write tonight's post. It was one of those "I don't know what to write about" nights, but after reading her blog, I was inspired.
Don't get your hopes up...inspiration only goes so far. And it wasn't that big a day. Because my plans got changed for me, it was easy to concentrate on what I DIDN'T get done today. Thanks to Maggie's post, however, I decided to focus on what I DID manage to accomplish.
Our plans for today got changed due to the weather. I was scheduled to ride in a **FREE** bicycle ride down near the same town where Rozmo and I rode almost two weeks ago. Because it's Saturday, Hubby was scheduled to... play golf. It's Saturday, after all.
We had some stormy weather in our parts last night, though, and the rain continued this morning. Not only was the weather too bad this morning for me to ride, the golf course was CLOSED.
It's one thing for my plans to be changed. But I didn't count on Hubby being underfoot all day. Don't get me wrong ... I love my Hubby to death. But sometimes I need some "me" time on the weekends, you know what I mean?
I didn't make the weekly trip to the grocery store, but I wasn't slovenly either. I swept, I mopped, I vacuumed, I washed dishes, I did laundry. I also squeezed in some time to read (more on that in a minute) and play "Angry Birds" on the iPad, a game that is evil and addictive.
I haven't yet finished the crochet project I alluded to in a blog post sometime last week. I'm doing the border, which should be an incentive to get the dang thing finished, but the border is the least fun part of the whole project, and I'm stalling. My goal is to finish it tomorrow, though.
I am currently reading The Count of Monte Cristo. When Hubby and I went out to eat one night last week, the restaurant's weekly trivia game started before we were finished. There was a question asking who was the love interest of the Count of Monte Cristo, and I didn't know the answer. (It was Mercedes, and since I had two students named Mercedes last year, that made me want to read the book.) One of my reading goals is to read more of the "classics" that I have somehow neglected to read in spite of being an avid reader most of my life, a literature major in college, and a literature teacher for the past 26 years.
Because tomorrow is Hubby's daughter's birthday, we took her and her boyfriend out to dinner. And the Sullen Teenager and her boy friend (but not boyfriend). It was nice to come home to a (mostly) clean house and clean laundry.
Hoping for better weather tomorrow. I've got some more "Dids" to get done.
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Saturday, March 3, 2012
Monday, December 19, 2011
My Last Christmas Break Ever - Day One.....
It's kind of depressing to think this is my last Christmas break as a teacher. In fact, it's so depressing that I'm considering putting off retirement for a few years.
Not.
Whenever I have an extended break from school, I alternate between doing absolutely NOTHING of value (and feeling kind of guilty about that) and trying to cram as many useful activities into a single day as I can (and feeling kind of exhausted from that). Not much middle ground.
I would have put today in the former category until I started thinking about writing this blog post. I spent most of the day waiting for the big brown truck to arrive with the Warrior Princess' Christmas gift, and it didn't come until about 3:30. But if I had dared leave the house, that bad boy would have driven up at 10:15. I could have used the time I was "trapped" at home to do some -- oh, I don't know -- HOME projects. But I didn't.
It wasn't a total waste, though. I shipped Sweet Girl's package to her and was assured it would get there on Wednesday, much earlier than I was afraid it would. I bought a couple of gifts for my godchildren, some sweetener I forgot to get at the grocery store, and some antacid tablets for Hubby. I prepared my fantasy gymnastics team line-up for week one (and my team is NOT heavy with UGA gymnasts, believe it or not), and I paid our car insurance. I did two loads of laundry, cooked an almost-actual meal for dinner, and loaded the dishwasher.
The best part of the whole day, though, was taking a walk with Hubby (and Gus) in the park. We walked for about an hour, and it was glorious being outside in the fresh air. It was about 60 degrees and would have been PERFECT for a bike ride, thank you very much Mr. Big Brown Truck. Rainy weather is supposed to be moving in tomorrow, so I may have missed one of the last good riding opportunities for this year. We'll be out of town for four days right after Christmas, but I hope to squeeze in at least a couple more rides before the end of the year.
I don't usually plug other people's blogs here (especially people I don't even know remotely, as in this case), but I have to tell you the story behind this one. Warrior Princess called me last night and said, "I'm afraid I may have misrepresented you to my co-workers." (And I got teary-eyed that she has other co-workers now and I'm not one of them, but I'm working through those issues.) It seems she was telling her co-workers about my blog and my writing style and my sense of (?) humor, and one of them came in saying she thought she had found my blog all by herself.
She thought it was called "People I Want to Punch in the Throat."
I haven't read many of the entries, but part of me is sad that it ISN'T my blog. Part of me is grateful, though, because if I've learned one thing about my writing, it's that I can't maintain a writing style consistently. I can't be funny all the time, I can't be sentimental (hardly ever, in fact), and I can't even be grumpy all the time. I can do sarcasm, but I'm always afraid it comes across as more pissed off than I really am, so I try to use it modestly.
No, really. I do.
I have found much to love in this blog so far. I do find some of the language offensive, so I hope Warrior Princess corrected her co-worker about its authorship. Still, some of the ideas could have come straight out of my head. I just wish I could express them as well.
Not.
Whenever I have an extended break from school, I alternate between doing absolutely NOTHING of value (and feeling kind of guilty about that) and trying to cram as many useful activities into a single day as I can (and feeling kind of exhausted from that). Not much middle ground.
I would have put today in the former category until I started thinking about writing this blog post. I spent most of the day waiting for the big brown truck to arrive with the Warrior Princess' Christmas gift, and it didn't come until about 3:30. But if I had dared leave the house, that bad boy would have driven up at 10:15. I could have used the time I was "trapped" at home to do some -- oh, I don't know -- HOME projects. But I didn't.
It wasn't a total waste, though. I shipped Sweet Girl's package to her and was assured it would get there on Wednesday, much earlier than I was afraid it would. I bought a couple of gifts for my godchildren, some sweetener I forgot to get at the grocery store, and some antacid tablets for Hubby. I prepared my fantasy gymnastics team line-up for week one (and my team is NOT heavy with UGA gymnasts, believe it or not), and I paid our car insurance. I did two loads of laundry, cooked an almost-actual meal for dinner, and loaded the dishwasher.
The best part of the whole day, though, was taking a walk with Hubby (and Gus) in the park. We walked for about an hour, and it was glorious being outside in the fresh air. It was about 60 degrees and would have been PERFECT for a bike ride, thank you very much Mr. Big Brown Truck. Rainy weather is supposed to be moving in tomorrow, so I may have missed one of the last good riding opportunities for this year. We'll be out of town for four days right after Christmas, but I hope to squeeze in at least a couple more rides before the end of the year.
I don't usually plug other people's blogs here (especially people I don't even know remotely, as in this case), but I have to tell you the story behind this one. Warrior Princess called me last night and said, "I'm afraid I may have misrepresented you to my co-workers." (And I got teary-eyed that she has other co-workers now and I'm not one of them, but I'm working through those issues.) It seems she was telling her co-workers about my blog and my writing style and my sense of (?) humor, and one of them came in saying she thought she had found my blog all by herself.
She thought it was called "People I Want to Punch in the Throat."
I haven't read many of the entries, but part of me is sad that it ISN'T my blog. Part of me is grateful, though, because if I've learned one thing about my writing, it's that I can't maintain a writing style consistently. I can't be funny all the time, I can't be sentimental (hardly ever, in fact), and I can't even be grumpy all the time. I can do sarcasm, but I'm always afraid it comes across as more pissed off than I really am, so I try to use it modestly.
No, really. I do.
I have found much to love in this blog so far. I do find some of the language offensive, so I hope Warrior Princess corrected her co-worker about its authorship. Still, some of the ideas could have come straight out of my head. I just wish I could express them as well.
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