Blog of Drivel
I have decided that the reason I don’t write here regularly is because I don’t have a purpose for this blog.
Please note: not having a purpose <> need to define blog purpose. I make no such promises.
There is no reason for me to write here, there is no reason for me not to write here. I used to write about whatever came to mind. Things that I found hilarious or troubling, whichever seemed to be the more compelling that day.
Then, for a while, it seemed like all I wanted to write about was the Very Serious Sources of Drama and Strife. Or, Work. Drama and Strife can make for compelling readying, but you know at some point I have to realize I’m not 14 and “woe is my life of torment and torture” doesn’t play well on an all day, every day cycle of repeat spins. Like a song on repeat, or if you’re me, also a reminder of how much laundry I need to do. Plus, it’s stuff I think but don’t want to say here where people I know will read can see it, and then know it. In the past when I got to that point - I started a new blog! HA.
So, welcome to my Blog of Drivel, formerly blog of stale entry, formerly blog of other various locations and URLs.
First item: Back to School!
Initial thoughts:I am so proud - I have a fourth grader now.
Followed by: Holy fuck - I have a fourth grader now.
Also, the pile of paperwork that came home from the first day was basically three sheets of paper. One of them was complete with only five bold bullet points for the ‘class contract,’ which included things like Honesty, Integrity, Character, Respect… tra la la!! I think I am a little big giddy with this teacher already, and it’s only been a day. It’s so much more easy to be receptive to those types of class rules and guidelines, instead of list of “NO ______ allowed” types of regulations. In fact, the only one like that was “No Put Downs” and I figure if you’re going to highlight a definite “Don’t” then that is the one to highlight.
Second item: Single and Smarmy!
Someone recently asked me how it is that I’m single. Sometimes the answer is a struggle to me, but for some reason so many things just seemed to click together and my response was almost without any hesitation:
“I don’t have a lot of patience for the whole ‘gettting to know’ people. It takes such effort, and because I’m not comfortable with it, I get frustrated with tempering the effort with the minimal rewards - at least at first. I’m sure if I tried, I wouldn’t be, but I don’t try so… ?”
Sure, the same could be said for why I don’t exercise regularly, but whatever.
