Bloggy Potpourri

So today is my birthday.  Today is also the start of my first full week sans classes until January, which means my brain is actually functional in terms of personal thoughts instead of just school, kids, dinner, school like it seems to be during classes.  I have so many things I want to write about and can’t seem to keep a thought straight, so I’m just going to put it all out there, potpourri style.
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I’ve changed my major.  I’m going to be entering into a teaching certification program next fall, where I’ll be studying English, Literature, and Language Arts with a focus on High School/Secondary education.  I’m going to… teach.  It’s a long way away from social work in some ways and only a short hop in others.  I had this realization that without language we really have nothing.  Without language people can’t grow, can’t succeed, can’t understand.  So I want to give people language.  That’s all I want to do.
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On TV shows people always seem to see turning 30 as some sort of tragic event that has to be denied.  I’m turning 30.  My first reaction?  Thank God.  I’ve learned a lot.  I earned another year under my belt.
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Newtown.  It’s this immense tragedy that I don’t have words for.  People react in anger, they react in demands, they react in grief.  People also react in love, and I think that gets overlooked.  So many people shared words and prayers, tried to find ways to send support.  I saw far more of that then I saw people talking about guns or prayer in school or God’s judgment on an unholy nation.  The love is so strong, the grief so sincere, the prayers so honest.  If you remember anything from this tragedy, remember that.  Please.

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I want to write a poem.
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I’m going to get back on the horse with regards to Ravens.  Really.  I’ve already started writing it again, and I made a promise to myself not to just abandon it.  One of my personal goals for the next year of my life is to be more intentional with the goals I set for myself and plan ahead for how I’m going to meet them.  I’ve always been good at that in SOME areas of my life, but other areas have really suffered, and blogging always seems like the first to go.  That’s a real tragedy because blogging has given me some really incredible gifts, and I don’t want to take that for granted.
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Wreck It Ralph was a great movie.  I want to see it again.
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Not so sure about the Hobbit.  I haven’t seen it yet.  I’ve seen mixed reviews though, and that book was my first love.  You know how sometimes you see a crush all grown up and you hate it, and want to forget that they got chubby and their hair was different and they’d suddenly become an obscene jerk?  I don’t want that to happen to the Hobbit.  No, no, no…

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I could compare you to a winter’s night/

you are colder and far more treacherous.

(No, not YOU.)

If you want the whole poem, buy this book.

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Oh, I, uh, wrote a book.

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I’m currently editing and expanding Honest Conversations and plan to re-release it later this month, a sort of Christmas Present to myself.  It’s like moving back home, or like…  I don’t know, eating apple pie.  Comforting, but also a little strange.  Like chatting with an old friend but knowing that there are all of these years in between you, even if their voice still sounds the same.  I would say like falling back in love, except it’s not that sentimental.  It just is.

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How is it that EVERY TIME I make cookies I’m wearing a black t-shirt and flour myself?  Every.  Single.  Time.

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Sex and bacon.  (God wants us to be happy, folks.  He really, really does.)

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God also wants us to learn self-control.  Those two things always seem to go hand and hand.

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We’ll call it a day.  I miss you all.  I promise to write at least once a month.

Random Monday

  1. In family life: I suddenly understand why men calls tears “emotional blackmail”.  My son has started to have these violent tantrums in which he and others can get seriously injured (Picture a thirty five pound toddler bucking, kicking, punching, screaming, rolling, and throwing large objects), and about three seconds after the screaming, biting and hair pulling is done, he starts crying and saying “mommy cuddles mommy cuddles I need I need I need”.  Yes, so I get it.  It doesn’t seem fair if one minute someone is trying their best to hurt you, and the next minute they are crying and you feel as if you HAVE to hold them because you love them.  But- I hold him, because I love him.  And I suspect he knows this is the case, otherwise he wouldn’t push the boundaries constantly.
  2. In Religion:  I recently wrote a “highlights” version of Ecclesiastes, which goes as follows:  “Everything human is futile.  Careers, politics, trying to stay ahead of the Joneses.  We work all day long and what do we get?  Broken backs and sweaty faces and barely enough food to get us through the day.  All of our effort adds up to nothing but pain.  So what should we do?  Enjoy what we can, make love to our spouses, find pleasure in things before they fade away.”  I once heard an Atheist call Ecclesiastes the “most honest book of the Bible”.  I agree.
  3. In Politics:  In case anyone has forgotten, there are perfectly valid reasons to support either candidate.  For instance, one might support John McCain because they feel that his promise to regulate the Medical Industry more fully is more practical than Obama’s promise to work towards government sponsored health insurance.  Or they may want to make inroads towards privatized social security, or a revamping of the Veteran’s Administration.  People may support Obama because they want easier vouchers for childcare, a revamp of Federal Education grants, work towards a balanced budget or a quicker withdrawal from Iraq.  Keep in mind that there are actual issues at stake and talk about those.  For the love of all that is holy- DO NOT ALLOW the conversation to devolve to a “he said, she said” playground squabble.  We’re all better than that.
  4. In Food:  I have processed and canned over thirty jars of food in the past month.  I’m exhausted.  But I’m also looking forward to a very yummy winter.  (Except… anyone want grape jelly?  Five quarts seems excessive, and there are still grapes on the vine.)
  5. In Fashion:  Leggings…  are they really for people over the age of ten?  Inquiring minds want to know.
  6. In Television: I’m getting tired of the comparisons between X-Files and Fringe.  Just because they both involve a very attractive and brilliant FBI agent suddenly paired with a quirky and fast-quipping tall, handsome man whom people distrust and sometimes mock and they both involve “fringe” science, unexplainable phenomena and a vast conspiracy that involves a secretive government task-force doesn’t mean they are remotely the same.  After all, X-Files respected the procedural aspect of the drama.  And Fringe has more one-liners.
  7. In Bacon: I keep hearing about bacon covered chocolate.  It’s heresy.  Chocolate and Bacon are sacred, and should be kept separated with as much respect and trepidation as Church and State.