Absence
Posted by: poodlegoose on: 7 October, 2009
I’m doing a really bad job at being a blogger. I know this. Don’t think that I don’t.
It’s just hard for me to sit down and write and most of all, think when things are going so well. And believe me when I say that things are going so so well.
When I talk the most, it’s probably going to be complaining. And that’s a bad thing. So when things are going well, you probably won’t hear a lot from me, which is the disappointing part. Who wants to read/hear someone who constantly complains? Not me, that’s for sure.
One of these days, I’m going to sit down and start thinking about how great my life is going at this point. But for now, I’m going to continue living it out and write later.
My life as a first grader
Posted by: poodlegoose on: 16 September, 2009
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You know those folks you don’t get along with because you just… can’t? I have a couple of those, and it’s like I’ve just tried and tried and tried to get along with them but it fails every time.
Of course, it’s like that, but it’s not really that. Because I haven’t tried and tried and tried. I’ve tried and then given up because that person got on my nerves and made me mad.
While I was watching my first graders play the other day, I noticed that two of the girls are quite similar to me and to a girl that I haven’t been able to get along with for a while. Almost since I first met her. I’m sure I wrote a post about her and lamented about my trouble with her, because of course, it was all her fault. Just like it was in the first grade.
However, while I was watching these girls play, I noticed how the taller, brunette girl was playing mommy, very much like I used to. She knocks into things and falls down, uhh… almost just like I used to (and uhhh, still do). She also talks too much and likes to play by herself on occasion, even though most of the other kids usually have to play with someone else. She’s great, really. Really smart and catches on quickly. She even reads like I used to: advanced, but she likes to make up her own words to fit into the sentences.
And then, there’s this other girl. I’m not going to describe how she looks, because that’s more information than I care to share about the girl that I haven’t gotten along with for a while, but just take my word for it that they have a similar build and look. She can also be pretty smart; she’s a great reader, but she has trouble focusing. She also pouts when things don’t go her way, and she likes to show off. And dance… which is more like her just standing in the middle of the room shaking her booty, as she likes to call it. She also likes the boys, but only likes them when they can be of use to her.
But they’re friends. And they’re friends because they both want to be. It makes me think about how things would be if I WANTED to be friends with this other chick. If I was nicer and more giving. If I actually forgave and showed true love and forgiveness. Ugh. If I wanted.
Life as a whole would probably be a lot easier (though, probably more dramatic with her in my life as a specific example).
First graders teach me lots of things about people as a whole. They’re funny that way.
What’ve you learned from a kid (or group of kids) lately?
Time for something a bit different
Posted by: poodlegoose on: 3 September, 2009
Life has been happening so fast, I can barely keep up. Surprisingly, I am quite ok (more than ok on most days) with everything that has been happening, but when I look up from my 2nd full week of school (2.5 total), I realize that time is slipping me by.
During the next few weeks, I am going to be doing some changes to this blog site – this poor neglected blog of mine.
So many things have been happening, and fortunately, they have been happening for the best. I truly love my job, but it makes life 100% different than it used to be (which is wonderful). I am actually enjoying something that I’m doing, and it scares me to death that I may screw it up. That’s probably the hidden (mostly hidden; I find that rarely can I hide anything, great or small, from the man that resides in my home 24 hours a day with me) pessimist in me, but I like to think that I’m a realist. A realist that thinks toward the negative side.
You know, it’s hard to constantly be positive when you’ve hated almost every job you’ve ever had. Believe me. I know. I was thinking about writing out a list of every job I’ve had, but then I started to feel bad. Not bad for myself, but bad that it’s taken me this long to get into the job that I knew I’d love from the very beginning. What took me so long?
Some places to check out:
Some great music: http://www.myspace.com/thewintersounds
Some good reading: minerfortruth.wordpress.com
Also, I’m wondering how Beatles RockBand is going to fit into this lifestyle of going to bed at 10PM every night and waking up at 6:30AM. How am I supposed to function when I stay up all night playing it? How am I going to fit in episodes of Top Chef and Project Runway into my already shrinking evenings? Guess we’ll find out.
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