LOL, they got pussy on the brain out there in small town America.
P- Control
LOL, Me, a big Prince fan, first heard this song in a dive bar in Durand, Michigan (a conservative small town).
I was with my husband, then boyfriend at the time. I loved dancing to this song. It has a great beat. It is hilarious.
My husband remembers it– tonight came up with a great idea to remake it but call it “Portion Control”. LMFAO!
Secret
Here is a secret I can only tell on here, in the dark of night:
I…
I…
I actually love this winter so far…
I love all the snow.
I want more. I hope for more.
Winters should be like this!
And,
When I think of all the good it is going to do for the lakes it makes me happy.
Bring on the snow!
Bring it on…
Victory?
My oldest nephew (he is 10) is horrible at math. He has to practice ‘math facts’ in order to pass some timed tests and pass the third grade. Unfortunately, he has already been held back because he missed too much school when he was with his parents. He also has Aspergers (mild) and ADHD. Poor kid!
I got my oldest nephew some new multiplication flashcards– needless to say he wasn’t overjoyed and did not appreciate them…at least not right away.
I told him he had to go through all cards before he could play on Minecraft/Roblox…complain, complain, complain….but he started the task set before him. He kept trying to tell me how much he would do. I wanted him to go through all the cards– not really an arduous task, pretty passive. It didn’t take him long to go through the first stack he pulled out so I insisted he go through all 156 cards.
I noticed he tried to hide a stack of flash cards, acting like he went through them already. I didn’t say anything thinking, “There is always tomorrow”. By the time he quit complaining about the flashcards and realized going through them wasn’t too bad, he suddenly “remembered” the stack he didn’t do. Oh yeah….
He did them too! Yay!
Victory! Today, anyway.
I have to try this!
“Write a short story every week. It’s not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.”
Ray Bradbury
Lazy Writer
I can’t seem to find the time or enough desire to post in my blog any more. I want to write but, as always, I don’t have the energy or the aforementioned time. Not with taking three literature classes (Irish/Scottish Lit, The American Novel, and Adolescent Lit– fun stuff), trying to work part-time, and being a full-time parent to my three nephews. Not to mention trying to be an awesome wife. It is all a juggling act to be sure.
I need to write though– so much to write about: all that I have been though these last three years (wow, the number 3 is huge in my life right now– perhaps I should see a numerologist), plus all the stuff I wanted to write about before then. I feel like my energy is on an upswing (of course it is never good or enough) but it always hard to find squeeze some time and attention out of the day for writing. I need to, I need to. If I make a schedule and a promise will I stick to it? Probably not. I am so lazy. I would rather spend my ‘free’ (such as it is) time lying around and reading (so much reading to do), or sleeping– never get enough of that. But I miss writing, I want to get down to business, especially after the praise my professor gave me about my short stories last semester. Maybe I can squeeze some time out sometime, somewhere…maybe if I start small…without many expectations and rules…maybe.
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