Yup, that's me; I'm spasimodo. This is the nickname my dad gave me for being chronically spastic, and it's true. I have been spastic since birth. I drop things, bump in to things, bump my head, fall down, lose things, say the wrong words, make typos and find other ways to create situations in which I have no choice but to laugh at myself. I'm sure you've heard the old saying, "you have to laugh at yourself because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't." Well, while very little about me is cliche, this one does hold true.
At any rate, I soon hope to leave some very interesting entries here with my musings on my work as a teacher, on writing (not just on a blog), on being thirtyish, on life in North Carolina, on my family, on my pets and whatever else enters my sphere on consciousness. In the meantime, however, I am have a bit of difficulty figuring out how to actually WORK THIS BLOG THING. So yeah -- if you reading this you are probably my mom. But in case you aren't, I hope it will look more attractive and be slightly more interesting in the very near future.
I'll leave you with one current observation. I am sitting at Panera Bread and at the table in front of me is an older couple with their 40 something year old son. They are speaking French. As I listen to them talk I think I have realized something. Maybe so many people think the French are so snobby because when they are speaking their native tongue, it sounds like they are saying "stupid, stupid, stupid, you arrrrrrrrr stuuupeeed."
At any rate, I soon hope to leave some very interesting entries here with my musings on my work as a teacher, on writing (not just on a blog), on being thirtyish, on life in North Carolina, on my family, on my pets and whatever else enters my sphere on consciousness. In the meantime, however, I am have a bit of difficulty figuring out how to actually WORK THIS BLOG THING. So yeah -- if you reading this you are probably my mom. But in case you aren't, I hope it will look more attractive and be slightly more interesting in the very near future.
I'll leave you with one current observation. I am sitting at Panera Bread and at the table in front of me is an older couple with their 40 something year old son. They are speaking French. As I listen to them talk I think I have realized something. Maybe so many people think the French are so snobby because when they are speaking their native tongue, it sounds like they are saying "stupid, stupid, stupid, you arrrrrrrrr stuuupeeed."
Cool, you can post comments now. Bring it on!
steam "of" consciousness - not on : )
and yes, i am your mom.
you are much faster at this than me.
SPHERE not STREAM! ha ha, got you back, Marmee (I will be referring to my mama as Marmee*). It was harder to get this started than I thought it would be. I thought it would take 20 minutes, but it took 2.5 hours.
* -- I will be using exclusively literary psuedonyms in my blog to protect the innocent. As soon as I know how to add pages I will leave a list of explanations to make things clear.