"This Is Just To Say..."

... that I haven't forgotten you.

... that I love you dearly.

... that I appreciate you stopping by.

... that I truly enjoy graduate school, but my free (blogging) time is now missing.

... that I miss free time. *sigh*

b.

In honor of FORMSPRING, WHAT IS/WAS THE KINDEST THING SOMEONE HAS DONE FOR YOU?

or

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?

or

WHAT IS/WAS YOUR FAVORITE CLASS IN SCHOOL?

Three Things Thursday: Foodie Edition

1. Brie

2. Risotto Primavera

3. Chana Punjabi

WHAT ARE YOUR THREE THINGS?

Three Things Thursday: Musical Manhattan Edition

1. Check out this three-CD mix of songs about New York. Seriously. This list is amazing.

2. Yesterday, I was OFFICIALLY ACCEPTED INTO GRADUATE SCHOOL. I know, I know I've said this, I know. But, now it's OFFICIAL!! (I got a bill the same day.)

3. Our idiot-box provider gave us free Tennis Channel this month. It's the Australian Open. The better half is, how shall I put this... a little excited.

I'M BORED, YA'LL. Send me mail. Call me up. Ask me questions. Something. Anything. HELP!!

WHAT ARE YOUR THREE THINGS?

Who's On First?

This is a premature litany, so bear with me.

I am changing my mind about the career. (Again.)

I seriously dislike freelance writing much more than I thought I would.

I started graduate school because (despite all the fluffy bunnies you read about here), I have a tweed soul and belong in academia.

So now what? Where does that leave the blog?

This life still feels sorta freelance.

It's a patched together wife-mom-student-writer-babysitter life. Writing is a part of it. It is just not where the focus is going to be for the next two years as I go to class and write papers about postpositive worldview approach to rhetoric.

(I KNOW, RIGHT? I loved writing that just now. I have no idea what it means.)

I still love le blog.

It just suffers from a misnomer.

WHAT IS THIS BLOG'S NEW TITLE GOING TO BE?

I Have a Dream

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

"At Least You Never..."

I am a complainer.

This is not the point of today's blog. It's not even something I've tried (much) to change. It's just a fact necessary for this story.

When I was twelve, at summer camp, as I was prattling along with my "white-girl problems," (thank you Susan Isaacs for that line,) a little boy named Jeff said, "Oh yeah? Well at least you're not ADOPTED."

I had nothing to say. He was right. I wasn't adopted.

And later, as an adult (in number, not in attitude), I was again complaining (it's sorta my thing, remember?) someone said, "At least you didn't spend the NIGHT IN JAIL."

Hm. Again, true. No jail time served. Yet, anyway.

These two moments, a decade apart, immediately married themselves in my brain.

Two Random Things

First, sin begets sin. My selfishness (complaints) brought out the selfishness (You idiot girl, shut it) of others. (My stuff's important. No, MY STUFF'S important.) Nobody wins the who-hurts-more race. What was it about my complaining that brought out these, "At least you never..." moments? It was simply two different people feeling unimportant and un-listened to.

Second, I think what these guys were saying was that I didn't have compassion. As I was going on and on about myself, I didn't SEE anybody else. Isn't that the basis of compassion? Isn't that where it starts? SEEING?

I don't really have any answers today. I am still a complainer.

Today's post is simply a reminder to self: you never know what anybody is going through. I'm starting to believe everybody's going through something.

HAS SOMEONE EVER STOPPED YOU IN YOUR TRACKS?

DOES COMPASSION START WITH SEEING?

DO YOU COMPLAIN LIKE ME?

Fun With ABC's

I am starting grad school soon, and you know what I'm most concerned about? I will give you three guesses.


A) Work / Life Balance: How will I be able to do it all? Manage a house? Raise a family? Work? Go to school? Write papers? Still invite people over for spicy food? Remember what my friends look like? Write something? Anything? Compose witty blog posts for all seven of you?


B) School Itself: Keeping all the Brontes straight? Not embarrassing myself with ignorant questions? All the cold hard cash I am going to require in order to finish?


or C) That all the kids will be cooler than me?

formspring.me

Who's the most famous person you've met?

Anthony Edwards. Please don't die, Goose!

Ask me anything

Ask Me Anything: Three Things Thursday

1.

No. Just... NO.

My heart rate rapidly increased when I read this.

Oh... I'm a gonna do it. Formspring. It even SOUNDS addictive. You just ask QUESTIONS. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LIKE QUESTIONS???

Also, it's anonymous? Is that really fun or really creepy?

Find me here. Never, never again can I claim NOT to be a narcissistic social media addict.

2. You need to join so I can ask you random questions, too.

3. What are your three things?

I Thought January 6 Would Never Get Here

ohmygoodnessimissedyouguyssomuch!!!

It's been KILLING ME to not talk about RESOLUTIONS and GOALS and TWENTY-TEN vs. TWO THOUSAND TEN, knowing all the while that by the time my bloggity hiatus was over, NO ONE WOULD CARE ANYMORE.

Don't lie. You don't care anymore, either. Hrumph. I'm talking about this stuff anyway.

FIRST.

I am a resolution junkie; I've made them every year since junior high. This year, EVERYONE I know Tweeted or blogged this, but with good reason. Donald Miller wrote about Living A Good Story instead of Setting Resolutions. Seriously. It's Good.

I've written before that this Donald Miller idea has changed my life, and I wasn't exaggerating. I want to live a good story.

Have I mentioned I am glad it's a new year? Yes? Yes.

SECOND.

Keri and I have been talking about hospitality again. Jesus said it first, yo. I've been missing friends, so decided to make a life change. Nothing big. Just feeding people when they come over. Asking them to come over in the first place.

If you know me, or really, even if you don't, but are nice and sane and totally not a serial killer, you can invite yourself over. You might get nothin' fancy, but I can guarantee something spicy and delicious followed by coffee. If you bring an adult beverage, I will let you out of dish washing duty.

This may or may not be a lie. Tell you what. You bring drinks. This will make dishes fun.

THIRD.

I am going to graduate school. I can't even talk about it without crying tears of joy, so I really try not to talk about it too much because I am afraid if I talk about it and jump up and down like I want to, someone will tell me mistakes were made, and practical jokes were had and I'm not really going.

And THEN I start crying for real, like, what if this IS practical joke or a giant mistake and I'm not really supposed to be in grad school at all?

I can't even think about it without hyperventilating and I've been dreaming about this for so long and I. Am. So. Happy.

I know. I sound like a crazy person. I'm SOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!

FOURTH.

Speaking of craaaazy, my to-do lists look like something a crazy person would write. I end up feeling like a big/fat/failure for not accomplishing the insanity I set for meeeself to do.

So.

I didn't get the book finished. Fail. I watched a lot of movies and took the GRE and wrote my statement of purpose for school and hung out with my family and ripped up the to-do lists.

You know what?

That crazy goal list made me DO SOMETHING. I failed because I TRIED.

I got a lot more accomplished on the book than I would have otherwise if I hadn't put "book finishing" on the to-do list. The book is 3/4 done. It is on its way. I need a new date as a goal to finish, I guess. I'm setting something reasonable this time.

WOULD IT KILL YOU TO LEAVE A COMMENT ABOUT RESOLUTIONS A WEEK AFTER JANUARY FIRST? OF COURSE NOT.

Mwaaah. Don't be a stranger.

You Never Saw Me Here

I'm NOT blogging.

I'm just gonna say, HOLY CANNOLI aren't you glad 2009 is over?

Whew.

Here's to all good things in 2010.

What are you looking forward to in the new year?

Merry Christmas

Wishing you, those who love you, and those you love a very...

Merry Christmas,

b.

"At Christmas You Tell the Truth..."

1. I'm only breaking the bloggy-ban because I just CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! I miss you guys.

2. Not to brag or nothin', but if you took the ACT, I beat your Verbal Score. I mean, you could have tied me, but you could not have beaten me. I'm a good test taker. (We are not going to talk about the Math Section.)

However, if you took (or will take) the GRE, you will win. I promise. I'm COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT!! Nervous wreck. I don't even understand the first page of the "Math You All Ready Know You Idiot," GRE review book. And I thought I would do superfantastic at vocabulary words until I actually started looking at them. AND THE WRITING! No wit. No humor. No girly-feelings. Actual arguments and ideas?!?!? Dubya Tee Eff.

3. Grades are done! No tears from me. They deserved those F's. They can keep them.

4. I keep going on Facebook, but logging in on the better-half's account because we have the same friends so I can discover THAT MY FRIENDS HAD BABIES AND ADOPTIONS CAME THROUGH AND NEW JOBS WERE STARTED, but "I" am not on Facebook. He is. See? That... ok... fine. I super-suck at self-control.

Alllllrighty. "Enough. Enough now." Back to the ban. Merry Christmas!!!! See you on January 6!!!!

Sara Zarr Said This:

On her blog, Sara Zarr said this:

November 28, 2009

Semi-Annual Semi-Hiatus (this year, also known as Advent)

I haven’t taken an extended break from Internetty networky things since summer 08. I am ready! I was thinking December, generally, but since tomorrow is the first Sunday in Advent, it seems a good time to start. And Epiphany, January 6, seems like a good time to stop.

All social networking notifications will be off. If you need or want to reach me and are used to doing it via Facebook or Twitter or the like, I’ll be available via email. The address is easily found on this site. If you have my phone number, you could even call me! (gasp!) ... It’s not like I’ll be on another planet or even going offline—just not living through the o’sphere for awhile. (After, perhaps, a frenzy of activity today!)

You are welcome to join me in this break. Think about it.

I love you! I’ll miss you! Happy, blessed holidays, secular and sacred. See you in 2010.

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I'm joining her.

In the month of December, I will be:

1. Taking the GRE

2. Applying to Grad School! English: Rhetoric and Composition, thank you for asking.

3. Finishing the first draft of that book. I promised.

4. Finishing up the class I teach: making finals, grading finals, failing kids I actually like, and maybe crying about it.

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Is this an unrealistic list? Well, yes.

However, I know I can't do it while I blog, and tweet, and book the face. So... Here goes nothin!

(As soon as the GRE is over on the 22nd, I plan on being in a state of perpetual rest).

I miss you guys already.

Have a great Holiday season.