Read with me

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Shush the wind.  

It blows too loud. 

Read with me, and sit a while.

The story started as all greats do...

Once upon a time in a far away land. 

Take a breath.

Slip into the world in your mind. 

There was a prince and a fair maiden...

They were back in time.

Don't rush.

Savor each delicious verb.

Let them simmer in the inner recesses and paint wildly

verbose images.

Read with me, and sit a while.  

Just one line

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Ink Paper Pen has offered up a great challenge for this Write on Wednesday...one liners.  At first my mind went to those lines that drunk men feel are super clever when they are posted up at the bar and you are trying to get you a drink.  That isn't what they are talking about. These are sentences that are stripped of all excess.  They represent you in the moment, for the day or in my case it is for the last decade.

When my Grandmother passed away I had a extremely difficult time. To cheer me up the family let me pick the video to rent. I got Across the Universe.  When the song Let it Be came on I wept.  Not one of those "this is touching I got a tear," but one of those ugly cries where the song stopped and I was still sobbing.  I  got the CD and played it for a three months.  It was my drive to work and my drive home.  It was my letting go and letting be.  The phrase and the song tell me that bad things happen but we aren't alone and that through it all the love remains.

My one liner...

Let it be.

End of the World as we know it

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Monday I was feeling good, refreshed.  I stopped at QT my favorite way to start the day with a fresh ice tea and a smile.  I happen to be on "e" and thought I would go all out and fill up the tank of the swagger wagon.  I got the pump going and was headed inside...eye on the prize in the form of a delish ice tea.  I got two steps from the truck and a sweet innocent looking lady shouted...well said with force, "Ms." I turned to see what was going on.  Worried she was going to inform me that my pants were torn or the truck tire was flat.  Instead she smiled. She handed me a piece of paper, "Have a blessed day."  I thought well there you go it is official it is going to be an great day.

I got my amazing ice tea and hopped back into the truck on the road again.  When traffic got rough I thought about that paper she handed me took it out to see what little positive message she was giving out.  Across the  cover was "The End is Near."  Not exactly what I was thinking.  The inside was filled with inspiring messages of doom and destruction.

She might have been right.  It has been a rough week medically.  With the constant leg cramps, headaches, the asthma, the lack of sleep and then yesterday found out I have gallstones.  I give up.

My friend always tells her students, "You got to try a little."  Pretty sure she is right.  I did slow down the health craze effort after the chubby summer, and my mom moved in.  It is so easy to go with the flow of old habits and sweet cakes.  I have to make a change or will slowly continue to fall apart.  Time is tight now...so this effort will have to be in the form of diet.  Not starve and hope for the best.   But I will be smart.  I will try a little this time to make a change that will make a difference.

I have to google...and put it to paper.  It will work.  I hope.

RUN! Monsters are coming

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I love a good thrill. It is probably why I teach drivers education and 7th grade.

I have decided that when I become grossly rich.  You know crazy rich with money everywhere like Richie Rich. I must have a full size Tyrannosauruses Rex in the foyer. I want the the animantronic experts from Disney to sync up the fossilized bones with the elaborate door bell.  I know pointless to stress about it but I have done hours of google searches and have a plan for the purchase and set up.  Just in case.  Better to be safe than sorry.  It was the our Girl Scout creed.

I am feeling better.  I know you all were worried.  The pneumonia is gone. I do have uncontrollable leg/foot/hand cramps.  I haven't slept through the night in a week an a half.  But at least I can breath.  It is all relative.

With the 60 hour work weeks and the pneumonia my writing has taken a back seat.  The family asked me when the last time I worked on my book? I couldn't come up with an answer.  Shamed I pulled it up and painfully hacked a sweet 250 words.  Not much but getting back into good habits are so stinking painful.  The head games are exhausting.  Not to mention the self doubt...it is enough to make you want to languish on facebook/tumblr and waste the day away. My advice to you if you have worked hard for your good habits don't let them go.

Any suggestions for getting back into the habit of writing?     

The doctor slipped me a rufee

Day two in the captains log,

The pneumonia is kicking my butt.

I just checked the mirror.  My eyes are the size of bee-bees.  I am continuously amazed at the long lasting effect of Codine cough syrup.  Maybe it is the winning combination of cough syrup, nebulizer and random other items the doctor has me ingesting.  I am not sure if I have dreamed the last two days or if this is real.

I am going with this is real.  My only proof is that some how in all of my school dreams my clothes randomly disappear and no one notices.  In my dreams I know I am a tiny bit outraged that no one notices but relieved because how do you explain that you forgot to put on a shirt.  On day two and ...all clothes are in tact. I did walk out without my shoes this morning but figured it out once I stepped on a twig and wanted to die.

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I have noticed a trend.  Every day...and by that I mean day two on the meds, 6th period rolls around and I cannot for my life stay awake.  Thank God there are no children in here at that time.  It is never on purpose but it happens.  Yesterday, I was watching an informative video on QRI usage in the Social Studies classroom.  I know it completely sounds like the next blockbuster hit!  Down I went.  It was the ugly drooling kind of nap.  The bell rang for passing period and snapped me out of my deep slumber in time to go do hall duty.  While mingling with my peers, the teacher across the hall asked if the principal had come into my classroom as well.  I was horrified but in a muted way.  There was a small voice in the back of my head that was going on and on about something to do "OH my God he is my evaluator what will he think of me snoring it up on the job the first week?"  The guilt got to me so I confessed...not sure what I wrote.  Pretty sure the grammar was awesome, and I misspelled some stuff.  He replied this morning...that he didn't notice.  Southern men have such sweet manners.

The students are funny.  I am not sure how funny they will continue to be in a few weeks when this fog lifts. But under a psychedelic glow they are cherubs.  Pretty sure they have no idea that this is not how I will be the rest of the school year.  Bless their hearts.  

Get some rest dear reader...time for me to go juice up.     

First Day sweats

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We all survived the first day.  Looks like a good mix of students for another exciting school year.

I have been sick.  I thought it was just my asthma.  Today was killer.  Was getting the inhaler every hour and triple puffing. It had little impact. I went to the doctor. Turns out it but with a healthy mix of pneumonia.  I got the super steroid shot in the bottom. Super ouchie!  And walked out with the wonder grab bag of drugs.  The doctor has ordered me to call her tomorrow. She is a tiny bit worried that there may be some kind of clot.  She didn't say where pretty sure that is for the better.  So till then...I take the pills, inhalers,  nebulizers, and cough syrups and try to rest.

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  I saw this and it made me think of the first day of school.  Everyone is dressed all fancy.  The is a ton of small talk and it seems like we are waiting for the show to start.

Hope everyone enjoys the rest, and the start of the show.

It is coming...

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The school district I work for is "embracing technology."  It isn't like we tried to ignore the existence of it before but now we are allowing the students, and encouraging them to bring their own "devices."  Not a huge deal, in my eyes.  Some are acting like we are letting the aliens land in the cafeteria.  It was bound to happen eventually, technology changes too fast for a district to try to keep up technology equitably.

For those teachers in the same situation...being encouraged to use more technology but not being given any ideas I have found the most useful blog known to man.  Free Technology for Teachers

I have noticed that between the bronchitis, driving 30 hours this week and school starting all my writing has been ignored.  It isn't out of spite.  I love the new POV, point of view, it feels so much more comfortable. I am exhausted.  My hobby is sleep.  I do the essentials and fall right into bed.  For example tonight I am suppose to finish writing the handouts for the inservice I teach in the morning.  I got half of it done and have no motivation to do any more.

I can do this.  I can finish.  I am almost there.  I say goodbye. Wish me creative, and coherent thoughts.