#AuthorLifeMonth wants me to post about fashion? Um…I’m a writer – an introvert who would dress in pajamas and yoga wear all day, everyday if I could.
Lucky me, I’ve found a way to do so…LOL
No judgements, but I survived mainly in Lularoe. It’s comfortable, moves with me, and their necklines don’t give the teenage boys who make up the majority of my classes, an unfettered view at my “girls.”
I wanted to have someone grab a picture of me teaching Monday in something delightful from Lula (picture=1000 words and all that), but we had a snow day instead. 5 inches they say but I swear there were 8 inches on the top of my car Tuesday when I tried to broom it off. LOL
According to the weather service, there’s a 1% chance we won’t get more snow Friday. Woohoo! Snow weekend. I better go get groceries.
Day 4 of #AuthorLifeMonth called for a Shelfie. I had to google. Seriously, no idea. Well, I could have guessed but really google…
Apparently Rick Riordan is credited with coining this. I’ll forgive him because he writes fab stories my kiddo loves.
This is my haul from the last trip to the library. Why, yes, I do have a varied interest in reading. LOL
Day 3 of #AuthorLifeMonth wants me to talk about writer fuel. I could get all esoteric here and talk about the support from family and friends or love from readers but in all reality I am a cliche.
This my friends, is a Chai Latte. In my favorite free coffee cup.
Day 2 of #AuthorLifeMonth 2019
I’m supposed to post a non author photo. I love this one of me and the hubs. It was one of the crazy days where you can’t stop smiling.
I recently visited my “sister.” Long weekend, the two families hanging out, playing games, drinking and eating too much. Did a fun escape room, shout out to #Beattheroom in Rocklin. Awesome job on Deep Space!
Anyway, one night sitting around the table, the topic slides to the military and my sister says….
It’s all about the inability to communicate.
We nod sagely and inebriated (being honest here). She continues…
If you tell the Marines to secure a building, they will blow it up, nothing but rubble left.
If you tell the Army to secure a building, they will surround it and take custody of everyone inside.
If you tell the Navy to secure a building, they will turn off all the lights and lock the doors.
If you tell the Air Force to secure a building, they’ll sign a lease with an option to buy.
ROFL for days about that.
Yes, my darlings, it is once again time for a driving public service announcement. (This is how I manage to stay calm while driving, I bitch here.)
Right Turn on Red.
People seem to have grasped the concept that you can make a right turn on red after coming to a stop.
However, they seem to have forgotten the second half of that law. Sure you can make a right turn on red after coming to a complete stop, if doing so will not impede the flow of traffic.
Let me clarify for you. You can’t just pull out after you stop. You have to wait for a turn in traffic. If the flow has to come to a complete stop for you to finish turning into traffic, that wasn’t acceptable or safe.
And did you know when the entire line of cars has to come to a complete stop that is felt in traffic for hours. People will be stopping there until rush hour is over with no idea why.
Check it out. They’re done tons of studies on it.
It’s schedule time at the coop. Never ending emails and text messages and mind changers and fuzzing with the grid. It’s one of those thankless jobs no one notices if you do it right but man does everyone see it when you oops.
Anyway, this year we decided to try polling the teenagers in addition to the parents. And we changed how we polled. In past years, it’s been a short little survey but this year we gave them a copy of every proposal and asked them which ones they were most interested in.
I hand the surveys out to the teenagers in my classes, because 90% of them take me. Then I file them away and teach for the day.
When I finally get home tonight and I see what they have marked as choices. It was sad. So sad. I might have cried a little.
Not everyone is interested in what I proposed to teach next year. That happens. I expected that. But what got me was a couple of my favorite students, don’t want to take me next year. Whaaaaa.
Yes, I have favorites, any teacher who tells you they don’t, either hates all kids or you aren’t one of their faves. LOL
It’s hard when your favorites don’t return the love.