"When someone sees the same people every day, they wind up becoming part of that person's life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.
I don't like to blog on my touch. I just came across this quote online and had to share
This blog is unofficial but that quote up there is the truth. We will discuss as soon as I get to a pc.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
WTH...It's April
What the hell?
Dear Friends:
If you are reading this, than I have blogged. LOL! The WTH above is because I started this blog, went to look up the correct spelling of a word and then when I back keyed, my blog was gone. Yeah. So, WTH! In case you are wondering the correct spelling is conscientious.
If I had to lose everything, let's make it worthwhile.
Oh Dear Readers. So much is going on. How about a short list, let's say...ten? I do the occasional list because I know Dear Readers who work well with lists. You all that don't appreciate lists, I will try to ease up for the next two blogs.
Top Ten Things Going On In No Specific Order:
1. My first year of teaching is almost over.
2. I am doing terrible in grad school.
3. I've lost 30+ pounds since November 20 (I remember because it was the week of Thanksgiving, or as I like to call it, The Thanksgiving That Never Happened)
4. Both WondaKids are heading to different schools, one middle and one high.
5. Ferris The Skirt Eating Dog is Gone.
6. I am reinventing myself, at least that is my excuse for erratic behavior.
7. I went scrap booking and I just may like it.
8. I need a change, see #6.
9. I am thinking way too hard to fill in this one, and that's not what blogging (at least for me) is about so freak this and #10.
Sometimes, Dear Readers, I wish you and I could just go out. I don't know, maybe to karaoke. I mean, the majority of you, at the very least, those of you so bold to announce your allegiance by being my followers, I know all of you.
Are there any others? Is today the first time you are reading? I gave my blog address to a few newbies. Are you here newbies? Do you like what you see?
One of the newbies, or maybe two are scrapbookers. You ladies are really on to something with that scrap booking. It is so much fun. I will be totally honest, I was not eager to start but once I did...Well well well. I was not excited about my elbow being glued to my pjs, but there is something so relaxing about it.
And I tell you, I really need to relax. Lately, I've been more erratic than ever. I have more going on that I care to talk about but I can tell you..O....M....G...!
If we could talk one on one, Dear Readers, I'd be a little more forthcoming. I know that some of you tend to worry about me, so I will tell you that there is nothing wrong with me.
It depends on what your definition of wrong is. I bet I meet it. Ah well.
Anyhow enough about me. How are you? How have you been? Any plans for spring break? Wait, was that insensitive? Do you have spring break? Teachers and students, say heeeeeeey~~!!
Well I am not going anywhere. I have shit to do for work and school and I don't know what I will get to. I have to do my school work and I don't feel like it in the least. I am really procrastinating and really not doing what I should be doing. I am not learning jack from grad school and I am starting to think that its just like the Fellowship, a whole lot of endurance.
This summer I should throw all of my Dear Readers a bbq. I learned how to bbq many summers ago. Good things happen at bbqs. You just can't go wrong with grills, meat and bbq sauce. You would be hard pressed to find a better place for good things to happen, maybe a field.
Alas!!! Enough, wax on, wax off Lolalicious.
Hey if you play Words with Friends on your Ipod. Look me up. I am not uber good, but I don't suck either. No homo.
My Words With Friends user name is Lolalicious.
I'd be so happy to see you.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Dear Friends:
If you are reading this, than I have blogged. LOL! The WTH above is because I started this blog, went to look up the correct spelling of a word and then when I back keyed, my blog was gone. Yeah. So, WTH! In case you are wondering the correct spelling is conscientious.
If I had to lose everything, let's make it worthwhile.
Oh Dear Readers. So much is going on. How about a short list, let's say...ten? I do the occasional list because I know Dear Readers who work well with lists. You all that don't appreciate lists, I will try to ease up for the next two blogs.
Top Ten Things Going On In No Specific Order:
1. My first year of teaching is almost over.
2. I am doing terrible in grad school.
3. I've lost 30+ pounds since November 20 (I remember because it was the week of Thanksgiving, or as I like to call it, The Thanksgiving That Never Happened)
4. Both WondaKids are heading to different schools, one middle and one high.
5. Ferris The Skirt Eating Dog is Gone.
6. I am reinventing myself, at least that is my excuse for erratic behavior.
7. I went scrap booking and I just may like it.
8. I need a change, see #6.
9. I am thinking way too hard to fill in this one, and that's not what blogging (at least for me) is about so freak this and #10.
Sometimes, Dear Readers, I wish you and I could just go out. I don't know, maybe to karaoke. I mean, the majority of you, at the very least, those of you so bold to announce your allegiance by being my followers, I know all of you.
Are there any others? Is today the first time you are reading? I gave my blog address to a few newbies. Are you here newbies? Do you like what you see?
One of the newbies, or maybe two are scrapbookers. You ladies are really on to something with that scrap booking. It is so much fun. I will be totally honest, I was not eager to start but once I did...Well well well. I was not excited about my elbow being glued to my pjs, but there is something so relaxing about it.
And I tell you, I really need to relax. Lately, I've been more erratic than ever. I have more going on that I care to talk about but I can tell you..O....M....G...!
If we could talk one on one, Dear Readers, I'd be a little more forthcoming. I know that some of you tend to worry about me, so I will tell you that there is nothing wrong with me.
It depends on what your definition of wrong is. I bet I meet it. Ah well.
Anyhow enough about me. How are you? How have you been? Any plans for spring break? Wait, was that insensitive? Do you have spring break? Teachers and students, say heeeeeeey~~!!
Well I am not going anywhere. I have shit to do for work and school and I don't know what I will get to. I have to do my school work and I don't feel like it in the least. I am really procrastinating and really not doing what I should be doing. I am not learning jack from grad school and I am starting to think that its just like the Fellowship, a whole lot of endurance.
This summer I should throw all of my Dear Readers a bbq. I learned how to bbq many summers ago. Good things happen at bbqs. You just can't go wrong with grills, meat and bbq sauce. You would be hard pressed to find a better place for good things to happen, maybe a field.
Alas!!! Enough, wax on, wax off Lolalicious.
Hey if you play Words with Friends on your Ipod. Look me up. I am not uber good, but I don't suck either. No homo.
My Words With Friends user name is Lolalicious.
I'd be so happy to see you.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Saturday, February 5, 2011
At a friends party.....
I am under the influence....at a friend's birthday party...she is thirty something...I know what 30...I am just under the influence.
So I have lost weight and a few other things.
Your Lola has been through changes, you just don't know. Thank God I can censor myself. I spelled that with a s,,,,oh boy.
I will be back with things of worth soon...sorry to Facebook, you mean so much more than that.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
So I have lost weight and a few other things.
Your Lola has been through changes, you just don't know. Thank God I can censor myself. I spelled that with a s,,,,oh boy.
I will be back with things of worth soon...sorry to Facebook, you mean so much more than that.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Flies and Design
Hello Dear Readers and Happy New Year,
So...I am here at GreenFab. GreenFab is one of the work sites where my students intern on Mondays and Thursdays. I am a little unclear about what they do here, though I know its all about sustainable living.
Sustainable living is what I am doing, actually. I have so much to do, so much going on that it takes everything for me to survive.
sus·tain·a·ble (s-stn-bl)
adj.
1. Capable of being sustained.
2. Capable of being continued with minimal long-term effect on the environment:
I like to say that I am practicing sustainable survival.
sur·viv·al (sr-vvl)
n.
1.
a. The act or process of surviving.
b. The fact of having survived.
2. Something, such as an ancient custom or belief, that has survived.
I do not think that you need definitions, but now that I am a teacher...I'm so extra.
I make myself tired. I am capable of surviving continually with minimal long-term effect on myself. Now that I read that back, I'm concerned. Hmmm..and the feeling has passed.
You must wonder what I mean by the flies. Or maybe not, well I'm going to tell you. There are loads of little pesky flies here. I don't know where there come from, though I think that the most likely source is the combination of that water bottle finagled garden in the next room. It's amazing, how Poland Spring bottles and tubing can sustain a garden and its beautiful...but I think that's where the little flies are coming from. Another more obvious source...the teens. Teens have trouble getting rid of their garbage. I walked in this morning to a mysterious plastic bag on the desk. Said plastic bag is still there. Its shape hint toward a greasy paper plate that housed a pizza. I'm only guessing pizza because its not a McDonald's bag or a Thank You Come Again deli plastic bag. Most teens and I can say this with certainty, live off of greasy pizza, McDonald's and Chinese.
It is what it is. Today they didn't even blink when I whipped out my Laughing Cow Cheese spread and Ritz Crackers. They used to crack up. OMG!!!! What are you eating!!?? I swear, my eating habits were fodder for conversation from September to at the very least yesterday, when I dined on sardines and graham crackers. The graham crackers were leftovers from my breakfast. I DID NOT plan to eat the crackers with my sardines and there was no touching of the two.
Don't judge me.
I'm here today because they were short teachers, but apparently, that deficit has changed as there are four teachers here, and I'm not even counting myself. There are about thirteen teens. I don't need to be here and in fact I'm not doing anything, as you can see. I am about to fabricate a few tests for tomorrow. Yaaayyyy tests!!! Let's see...science, ELA and maybe even math...bwaaa haaa haaaa.
Ok..I felt guilty for just sitting here, so I took a quick walk around the groups. Aw...I care.
Yeah.
Did I tell you all about my dog? He ate my Gap skirt, but I returned it. There is so much more to the story. The deal is, I adopted a puppy for Christmas. I love animals and I love nurturing. I saved this puppy from a bad place. He has the NERVE to eat my skirt. The other day, I found him on my bed with my skirt in his mouth. Wow. For someone just peeking at this blog, that could be quite the sentence. Anyhow, I was furious, as this was on New Year's Eve. It would have been just as annoying any other night, but still. I was all dressed up and on my way out and I find that Ferris had a mouthful of my gorgeous skirt.
I called and texted few people to complain, because that is what I do. The consensus was to return it to the Gap and exchange it. I was nervous. All I needed was for the cashier to say, OMG, DID A MINI COLLIE DINGO PUPPY EAT YOUR SKIRT? She didn't. Whew...but she did call another cashier over to look at it. The conversation was more like, OMG, DID YOU SEE THIS SKIRT? WHOAAAA! I didn't have much hope in finding the skirt again, since it was on the sale rack, but YEEEEESSSS I found it! It is still in the bag, hanging from one of the many hooks in my closet.
I learned a valuable lesson that night. A puppy will eat ANYTHING. I was under the impression that he would only eat chewy things and/or things that taste like chicken. I did not think he would develop a taste for a soft blue with red squares skirt. I know that I'm naive.
These flies are super annoying. The teens are almost as annoying, which is why I am squirreled away at the end of the table. Every now and then, I glare at them. It is too funny how that gets them in check. What's funnier is that I am typing pretty fast and "funny" started out as "cunny". Whoa...did you see this skirt??
Teens love to use profanity. They are so predictable. I can't even use words like predictable because it sounds to much like dick. No homo.
Oh My Cheezus. Alas, I must work...on my other blog and then on classwork, tests, and etc.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Lola
So...I am here at GreenFab. GreenFab is one of the work sites where my students intern on Mondays and Thursdays. I am a little unclear about what they do here, though I know its all about sustainable living.
Sustainable living is what I am doing, actually. I have so much to do, so much going on that it takes everything for me to survive.
sus·tain·a·ble (s-stn-bl)
adj.
1. Capable of being sustained.
2. Capable of being continued with minimal long-term effect on the environment:
I like to say that I am practicing sustainable survival.
sur·viv·al (sr-vvl)
n.
1.
a. The act or process of surviving.
b. The fact of having survived.
2. Something, such as an ancient custom or belief, that has survived.
I do not think that you need definitions, but now that I am a teacher...I'm so extra.
I make myself tired. I am capable of surviving continually with minimal long-term effect on myself. Now that I read that back, I'm concerned. Hmmm..and the feeling has passed.
You must wonder what I mean by the flies. Or maybe not, well I'm going to tell you. There are loads of little pesky flies here. I don't know where there come from, though I think that the most likely source is the combination of that water bottle finagled garden in the next room. It's amazing, how Poland Spring bottles and tubing can sustain a garden and its beautiful...but I think that's where the little flies are coming from. Another more obvious source...the teens. Teens have trouble getting rid of their garbage. I walked in this morning to a mysterious plastic bag on the desk. Said plastic bag is still there. Its shape hint toward a greasy paper plate that housed a pizza. I'm only guessing pizza because its not a McDonald's bag or a Thank You Come Again deli plastic bag. Most teens and I can say this with certainty, live off of greasy pizza, McDonald's and Chinese.
It is what it is. Today they didn't even blink when I whipped out my Laughing Cow Cheese spread and Ritz Crackers. They used to crack up. OMG!!!! What are you eating!!?? I swear, my eating habits were fodder for conversation from September to at the very least yesterday, when I dined on sardines and graham crackers. The graham crackers were leftovers from my breakfast. I DID NOT plan to eat the crackers with my sardines and there was no touching of the two.
Don't judge me.
I'm here today because they were short teachers, but apparently, that deficit has changed as there are four teachers here, and I'm not even counting myself. There are about thirteen teens. I don't need to be here and in fact I'm not doing anything, as you can see. I am about to fabricate a few tests for tomorrow. Yaaayyyy tests!!! Let's see...science, ELA and maybe even math...bwaaa haaa haaaa.
Ok..I felt guilty for just sitting here, so I took a quick walk around the groups. Aw...I care.
Yeah.
Did I tell you all about my dog? He ate my Gap skirt, but I returned it. There is so much more to the story. The deal is, I adopted a puppy for Christmas. I love animals and I love nurturing. I saved this puppy from a bad place. He has the NERVE to eat my skirt. The other day, I found him on my bed with my skirt in his mouth. Wow. For someone just peeking at this blog, that could be quite the sentence. Anyhow, I was furious, as this was on New Year's Eve. It would have been just as annoying any other night, but still. I was all dressed up and on my way out and I find that Ferris had a mouthful of my gorgeous skirt.
I called and texted few people to complain, because that is what I do. The consensus was to return it to the Gap and exchange it. I was nervous. All I needed was for the cashier to say, OMG, DID A MINI COLLIE DINGO PUPPY EAT YOUR SKIRT? She didn't. Whew...but she did call another cashier over to look at it. The conversation was more like, OMG, DID YOU SEE THIS SKIRT? WHOAAAA! I didn't have much hope in finding the skirt again, since it was on the sale rack, but YEEEEESSSS I found it! It is still in the bag, hanging from one of the many hooks in my closet.
I learned a valuable lesson that night. A puppy will eat ANYTHING. I was under the impression that he would only eat chewy things and/or things that taste like chicken. I did not think he would develop a taste for a soft blue with red squares skirt. I know that I'm naive.
These flies are super annoying. The teens are almost as annoying, which is why I am squirreled away at the end of the table. Every now and then, I glare at them. It is too funny how that gets them in check. What's funnier is that I am typing pretty fast and "funny" started out as "cunny". Whoa...did you see this skirt??
Teens love to use profanity. They are so predictable. I can't even use words like predictable because it sounds to much like dick. No homo.
Oh My Cheezus. Alas, I must work...on my other blog and then on classwork, tests, and etc.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Lola
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Like If You Plunge
Dear Readers:
I was not going to write tonight, as I have sustained an injury. For the past 21 minutes I have been futilely trying to unclog the toilet. My poor blogging hands are calloused and I speak to you tonight in pain. Yeah.
Here is the thing...I had a conversation with a friend recently and she groused about how the ONLY time she ever had to unclog her toilet is when children were in her home. At the time, I thought the conversation to be funny, but now....
I am disgusted to agree. The only damn time I touch that plunger is when the CHILDREN (mine and yours) clog the toilet. I don't know why or how. I just don't get it. I do really think that if I were childless, I would not even need a plunger.
With that being said, here is a list of things that I would not need if I were childless, in no particular order:
1. Locks on the doors
2. Ice Tea Mix
3. Pink Toothpaste with sparkly things
4. Two cable boxes
5. Peroxide
6. Excedrin Tension Headache
7. Hiding places for my "stuff"
8. PC passwords
9. A two bedroom apartment (that I freaking pay for and clean)
10. Pajamas
I did not add in the plunger, because we already touched on that. I kind of got stuck around #8, to the point that I was looking around for inspiration. As I look at that list, it is accurate. I'm sure that I can add more, but do we really want to depress me more.
Parenting is exhausting and I love my WondaKids anyway. Parenting in not for everyone. I can't say what one would need to be a great parent, but you sure as hell better know how to handle a plunger.
It's late, my hands are calloused and THE FREAKING TOILET is still clogged. I'm tired so freak it. It will be the last toilet that I unclog this year. Maybe I should keep a log.
Yawn. I had more to say today, but that incident really pissed me off, pun intended.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
I was not going to write tonight, as I have sustained an injury. For the past 21 minutes I have been futilely trying to unclog the toilet. My poor blogging hands are calloused and I speak to you tonight in pain. Yeah.
Here is the thing...I had a conversation with a friend recently and she groused about how the ONLY time she ever had to unclog her toilet is when children were in her home. At the time, I thought the conversation to be funny, but now....
I am disgusted to agree. The only damn time I touch that plunger is when the CHILDREN (mine and yours) clog the toilet. I don't know why or how. I just don't get it. I do really think that if I were childless, I would not even need a plunger.
With that being said, here is a list of things that I would not need if I were childless, in no particular order:
1. Locks on the doors
2. Ice Tea Mix
3. Pink Toothpaste with sparkly things
4. Two cable boxes
5. Peroxide
6. Excedrin Tension Headache
7. Hiding places for my "stuff"
8. PC passwords
9. A two bedroom apartment (that I freaking pay for and clean)
10. Pajamas
I did not add in the plunger, because we already touched on that. I kind of got stuck around #8, to the point that I was looking around for inspiration. As I look at that list, it is accurate. I'm sure that I can add more, but do we really want to depress me more.
Parenting is exhausting and I love my WondaKids anyway. Parenting in not for everyone. I can't say what one would need to be a great parent, but you sure as hell better know how to handle a plunger.
It's late, my hands are calloused and THE FREAKING TOILET is still clogged. I'm tired so freak it. It will be the last toilet that I unclog this year. Maybe I should keep a log.
Yawn. I had more to say today, but that incident really pissed me off, pun intended.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Friday, December 17, 2010
Friday Night Blog aka Preemptive Strike!
"A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born."
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Ho ho there Dear Readers!
You didn't expect me to open up a blog with a quote, did you? You clearly don't recognize how deep I am. Lol! A very, very, very, great, beautiful brown friend of mine shared her favorite book with me, The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. That opening quote is from Antoine, or as I like to call him, Tone. Tone has a very interesting story and I'd urge you to read all about him, but what you really should read is The Little Prince.
It is a children's tale, but I feel that is a children's tale for adults who need to be reminded of what life really is all about. I feel like I should open up a tab and just start swiping quotes from the book. The quote above is not from The Little Prince, by the way.
My friend was so kind to share the book with me, as she felt that I needed it. She was right. She is really that deep. Though I think she would have been fine with me keeping the book, I gave it back....for another dear friend who may need it.
I almost think that it should be required reading for adulthood. Oh wait...two facebook notifications...be right back....ahhhhh technology.....now that was funny. By the time I clicked over, there were four; two from friends and two from Henrietta Hudson's. Apparently the event that I will probably attend next week has had a name change, as if I committed the name of the event to memory.
Back to The Little Prince. I say that I do this for you, but I'm doing it for me, assuming that it will do great things for you. I am going to open a tab and snatch some quotes. How's that? A little different twist, I mean...this is a Friday blog. You don't know the next time you will get this opportunity, to hear from me on a Friday. I had plans this evening, but my dique chest cold preempted everything.
"Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."
How great is that? As adults we seem to think that we are the end all. If we don't know something, another adult will. Kids can explain anything. If I held true today at least half the stuff I believed as a 4th grader, I'd be better off.
"I should never have listened to her," he confided to me one day, "One should never listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance."
Now...check that out. Stop and smell the roses...BUT don't pick them! Ok, this quote is about more than flowers. The gist is, you can enjoy something without needing to make it yours or decide that everything that comes from it is gospel. Especially if you are down with OPP. LMAO LMFAO...what an adult thought. Erase, erase, erase. I could not resist, sorry.
"Language is the source of misunderstandings."
Say word. The words that you use, along with the way you express them can mean so much. The ish is, you cannot expect everyone to get your meaning as well as you do. What does that mean..shut up. No...think, think long and hard before you speak and if something can be demonstrated without the weight of language, than let that demonstration be your voice. Check me out...this flu virus is really working me.
"You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you."
Ok. That one really makes me think. I wondered if someone would say that about me, or if I've ever known anyone to say it to. I honestly do not believe that anyone would die for me. I am speaking figuravitily of course. I don't see anyone really sacrificing for me. I don't know how to feel about that. I think that takes a lot of stress off of me. If no one is willing for me, then I don't have to be concerned with returning the favor.
"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well."
Sigh. Words are not necessary..just read and sigh....there is hope everywhere.
There are more amazing quotes, but I really urge you to read the book for yourself. So that I don't have to feel some kind of way by copying all the quotes, I'll do the late great Tone a favor....
Amazon.com has The Little Prince in stock for $7.98. I'd order one right now, but I'll be at B&N tomorrow and pick up my own copy.
I'd like to close this post by welcoming two new Dear Readers...you know who you are, I'm glad that you've come.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Ho ho there Dear Readers!
You didn't expect me to open up a blog with a quote, did you? You clearly don't recognize how deep I am. Lol! A very, very, very, great, beautiful brown friend of mine shared her favorite book with me, The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. That opening quote is from Antoine, or as I like to call him, Tone. Tone has a very interesting story and I'd urge you to read all about him, but what you really should read is The Little Prince.
It is a children's tale, but I feel that is a children's tale for adults who need to be reminded of what life really is all about. I feel like I should open up a tab and just start swiping quotes from the book. The quote above is not from The Little Prince, by the way.
My friend was so kind to share the book with me, as she felt that I needed it. She was right. She is really that deep. Though I think she would have been fine with me keeping the book, I gave it back....for another dear friend who may need it.
I almost think that it should be required reading for adulthood. Oh wait...two facebook notifications...be right back....ahhhhh technology.....now that was funny. By the time I clicked over, there were four; two from friends and two from Henrietta Hudson's. Apparently the event that I will probably attend next week has had a name change, as if I committed the name of the event to memory.
Back to The Little Prince. I say that I do this for you, but I'm doing it for me, assuming that it will do great things for you. I am going to open a tab and snatch some quotes. How's that? A little different twist, I mean...this is a Friday blog. You don't know the next time you will get this opportunity, to hear from me on a Friday. I had plans this evening, but my dique chest cold preempted everything.
"Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."
How great is that? As adults we seem to think that we are the end all. If we don't know something, another adult will. Kids can explain anything. If I held true today at least half the stuff I believed as a 4th grader, I'd be better off.
"I should never have listened to her," he confided to me one day, "One should never listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance."
Now...check that out. Stop and smell the roses...BUT don't pick them! Ok, this quote is about more than flowers. The gist is, you can enjoy something without needing to make it yours or decide that everything that comes from it is gospel. Especially if you are down with OPP. LMAO LMFAO...what an adult thought. Erase, erase, erase. I could not resist, sorry.
"Language is the source of misunderstandings."
Say word. The words that you use, along with the way you express them can mean so much. The ish is, you cannot expect everyone to get your meaning as well as you do. What does that mean..shut up. No...think, think long and hard before you speak and if something can be demonstrated without the weight of language, than let that demonstration be your voice. Check me out...this flu virus is really working me.
"You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you."
Ok. That one really makes me think. I wondered if someone would say that about me, or if I've ever known anyone to say it to. I honestly do not believe that anyone would die for me. I am speaking figuravitily of course. I don't see anyone really sacrificing for me. I don't know how to feel about that. I think that takes a lot of stress off of me. If no one is willing for me, then I don't have to be concerned with returning the favor.
"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well."
Sigh. Words are not necessary..just read and sigh....there is hope everywhere.
There are more amazing quotes, but I really urge you to read the book for yourself. So that I don't have to feel some kind of way by copying all the quotes, I'll do the late great Tone a favor....
Amazon.com has The Little Prince in stock for $7.98. I'd order one right now, but I'll be at B&N tomorrow and pick up my own copy.
I'd like to close this post by welcoming two new Dear Readers...you know who you are, I'm glad that you've come.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
It's Tuesday
Hello Dear Readers:
Crickets? I don't even know. You guys HAVE NO CLUE, or maybe some of you do, as to what I have been going through. I didn't even take a second to read the last blog, so I don't know what I said. Though all my blogs count, I am so sure that my life is changing so fast...you ought to just follow from this point on.
There is going to be an unveiling of a whole new Lola. The way I feel lately, I might just start using my government name. I hardly know who I am. That's not why you are here though. How are you? How are the holidays treating you?
I'm not involved with holidays this year. To be perfectly honest, I'm really to busy with work, school and life in general to be bothered with holidays.
The greatest thing about the holidays is that they resurface once a year. It makes me feel good that I have next year to get all mushy and ish. Right now...freak that crap.
It's been so long since we have spoken. I feel like I should just share my FB with you as that is where I post all the happenings. I'm sorry about that. Its just that my FB is so handy. To blog to you, I have to go through a whole process. And...FB is great because folk reach out to me in response. I am not as an attention whore as I used to be, but I still do enjoy a little credit.
Recently someone posted something on FB that sounded like one of my words. I don't remember what the word was, but I was concerned...so I FB'd the someone and bluntly asked if they were using my words. What kind of answer do you think that I got? Yes, those were your words, you are the most high in the sky like the stars, crystal gel....? No. Instead, I got a compliment (?) I guess, because the person said that my way of expressing myself was so interesting. Uh yeah. Wait one sec...lemme see brb....ok. That didn't work. I went to FB because I was going to cut and paste the comments here. Apparently, that is not ok with the powers that be.
See, that's kind of sucky because now you miss out when the guy on the bus sat on me. You just can't tell that type of story more than a few times.
Did I tell you that I'm teaching high school? I had too, I'm almost sure, because that was one of my lame ass excuses for not blogging. Trust me, that is not a lame ass excuse. I have a whole pile of papers that I am ignoring, knowing DAMN well that I should be grading.
I just don't feel like doing anything but this. I feel so good when I blog. This could be my utopia. I have greater plans for utopia, well at least I did. My plans didn't exactly go as planned. I guess that doesn't make them plans.
Moving right along. So....what do you want for Christmas? I need red pens. I need red pens, because maybe that will inspire me to grade these dang papers. I wish my students would just email me their work. I would be so much better at grading.
I'm watching 16 & Pregnant, rather it is watching me. After a few episodes, all these stories sound alike. I don't know why I bother. It is freezing in here and I am too lazy to go get my hoodie.
Won't you come on by and get my hoodie out of the closet? I don't have anyone to do coolio things like that for me. Life is good when you have someone that can run into the kitchen and make you tea, life is fabulous when you have someone to bring you your hoodie from the closet.
I wish I had that.
I wish I had loads of things...but if someone truly wanted to get me what I wanted for Christmas, I'd like someone who would love me enough to get my hoodie from the closet, bonus points if they could rub Vicks on my chest without making a face.
That is love.
This is enough as I have not touched any important subjects..this was like a slam blog. I'm sorry it lacks direction, but its late, I'm tired, congested and cold and this silly heifer on 16 & Pregnant is mad because Blake has not been home and Nathan is intense.
W/h/a/t/e/v/e/r.
I love you for reading, (<---is that even my sign off? I don't recall)
Lola
WAIT!
You get me, that's why I love you!
Lola!!
Crickets? I don't even know. You guys HAVE NO CLUE, or maybe some of you do, as to what I have been going through. I didn't even take a second to read the last blog, so I don't know what I said. Though all my blogs count, I am so sure that my life is changing so fast...you ought to just follow from this point on.
There is going to be an unveiling of a whole new Lola. The way I feel lately, I might just start using my government name. I hardly know who I am. That's not why you are here though. How are you? How are the holidays treating you?
I'm not involved with holidays this year. To be perfectly honest, I'm really to busy with work, school and life in general to be bothered with holidays.
The greatest thing about the holidays is that they resurface once a year. It makes me feel good that I have next year to get all mushy and ish. Right now...freak that crap.
It's been so long since we have spoken. I feel like I should just share my FB with you as that is where I post all the happenings. I'm sorry about that. Its just that my FB is so handy. To blog to you, I have to go through a whole process. And...FB is great because folk reach out to me in response. I am not as an attention whore as I used to be, but I still do enjoy a little credit.
Recently someone posted something on FB that sounded like one of my words. I don't remember what the word was, but I was concerned...so I FB'd the someone and bluntly asked if they were using my words. What kind of answer do you think that I got? Yes, those were your words, you are the most high in the sky like the stars, crystal gel....? No. Instead, I got a compliment (?) I guess, because the person said that my way of expressing myself was so interesting. Uh yeah. Wait one sec...lemme see brb....ok. That didn't work. I went to FB because I was going to cut and paste the comments here. Apparently, that is not ok with the powers that be.
See, that's kind of sucky because now you miss out when the guy on the bus sat on me. You just can't tell that type of story more than a few times.
Did I tell you that I'm teaching high school? I had too, I'm almost sure, because that was one of my lame ass excuses for not blogging. Trust me, that is not a lame ass excuse. I have a whole pile of papers that I am ignoring, knowing DAMN well that I should be grading.
I just don't feel like doing anything but this. I feel so good when I blog. This could be my utopia. I have greater plans for utopia, well at least I did. My plans didn't exactly go as planned. I guess that doesn't make them plans.
Moving right along. So....what do you want for Christmas? I need red pens. I need red pens, because maybe that will inspire me to grade these dang papers. I wish my students would just email me their work. I would be so much better at grading.
I'm watching 16 & Pregnant, rather it is watching me. After a few episodes, all these stories sound alike. I don't know why I bother. It is freezing in here and I am too lazy to go get my hoodie.
Won't you come on by and get my hoodie out of the closet? I don't have anyone to do coolio things like that for me. Life is good when you have someone that can run into the kitchen and make you tea, life is fabulous when you have someone to bring you your hoodie from the closet.
I wish I had that.
I wish I had loads of things...but if someone truly wanted to get me what I wanted for Christmas, I'd like someone who would love me enough to get my hoodie from the closet, bonus points if they could rub Vicks on my chest without making a face.
That is love.
This is enough as I have not touched any important subjects..this was like a slam blog. I'm sorry it lacks direction, but its late, I'm tired, congested and cold and this silly heifer on 16 & Pregnant is mad because Blake has not been home and Nathan is intense.
W/h/a/t/e/v/e/r.
I love you for reading, (<---is that even my sign off? I don't recall)
Lola
WAIT!
You get me, that's why I love you!
Lola!!
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