I would have to agree with Shovelheat...very insightful. How ironic that my articles have lately been personal narratives...I also find that the more prolific the article, the less readers and comments they attract.
After that rainy June afternoon, I looked at life in a different light. I let my guard down. I was no longer concerned with creating an image. I felt free and awakened. I stopped giving a shit about what other people thought. It was time to let life live itself. I found the statement, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans," to be my ma
I DISPISE the stupid Skippy Peanut Butter Jamaican Elephant commercials....they make me want to stab my eyes out!!! My favorite commercial would have to be when Friday's was running the add for three course dinners for two under $20 and the guy looks at the girl ordering all this food and thinks to himself, "what do I look like? A bank?!"
I heart Orff instruments!! I can't wait until I have a real job in a public school and start my own recorder and metallaphone band. A friend of mine wrote an arrangement of "Stairway to Heaven" for his general music students and it sounds fabulous. Glad to hear so much came back! Have fun!
um...your voice is considered an instrument...try telling Pavarotti that it's not....
The last time I checked singers were also musicians (I did go to school for music, I should KNOW a little something about this....)
I would have to disagree. I think Pat Benatar, Debbie Harry, and Cyndi Lauper are some of the greatest pioneers in the music industry....
Two days later as I was folding laundry and trying to keep my brother out of trouble, the phone rang. It was Ryan.... "Hello?" "Alison?" "This is she, who is this?" Although I asked the question, I damned well knew exactly who it was. It was Rollerblading Ryan from the Italian American Festival. I can't believe he actually calle
I work for a Mommy and Me coorperation and I see little accidents like this every day. For example, in a class today we were working on bilateral coordination crawling exercises. This mother was right there spotting her kid, but he took a little tumble off of a slide. She ended up crying more than the baby did. I think everything is going to be fine
I must say, I do think "gruggling" is a cuter term than "spooning". I think Cosmo was the ones who named said position...I could be wrong....but they should change it to gruggling!
Sweat, pee, who cares?! that was hilarious!
Very insightful article. Here's some food for thought... During his senior year, my brother signed up for health class to fulfill and elective requirement. I clearly remember him talking about a std film he had watched. His teacher also made everyone bring home one of those "baby cries a lot" dolls that is supposed to simulate the routine of a real baby. Even though he payed attention in class and recieved an A, he still ended up
The Summer of 1998 was also a very memorable summer. It summer before my Senior year of high school. Over the past year had decided that I was going to go to college and become an orchestra musician. I spent hours at a time cooped up in my room practicing my horn. This meant no time for drama. I quickly realized the superficialness that was Katie and Michelle, du
Nope...actually most people get along with the person I speak of. I have also tried to get along with this person, but they just leave sandy comments whenever they stop by my blog. Who would ever blacklist dharma? She's like the friendliest person ever....
Hey hey hey... what is wrong with Italian butts?!
Maybe it's the same person I'm talking about...haha
Like Zoo, I seem to tollerate my blogging peers and have 0 on my blacklist. I must admit though, one blogger here grades at my last nerve, but I can still tollerate said person. (and don't worry it's not you or zoo!)
Looking back on it, the summer of 1996 proved to be in the top three of most memorable summers. It was a summer of change. It was a summer of self actualization. It was a summer of friendship. Luke and I saw each other off and on during the rest of that summer until the band went to Cedar Point to play a show. It was there he met Kim, a percussionist in
And it contintues.... "Great, just great," I thought to myself as I drew the stupid hang man board. "I've ruined my chances with him before they have already began. First Curtis, then Jeremy, and now I can add Luke to the list." I just had a feeling that he did not like me in return. I mean for starters, he was a junior, and I was just a measily u
The Summer of 1996. The Saga Continues.... Okay, okay, so maybe I did like Luke a little. Okay, I liked Luke a lot. The last thing I wanted to hear was a big fat, "Told you so!" from my friends, so I decided to sneak the fact in during conversation. Luckily, no one said anything. When Katie and I got back to my house, we giggled over the fact t
As promised, here's the rest of the Summer of 1996. **Some names have been changed for sake of the other person. There it was, the line in the sand. The fractions were split. It was Michelle and grade school Katie vs. Katie and myself. Katie and I did everything together that summer. It seemed like our number one favorite activity to do was walk. We woul
I knew that he had the tat parlor, but I will have to check the show out! When I was in Vegas a couple weeks ago I was so tempted to get inked in hopes that I would get to meet him! haha....how desperate is that!
p.s. you are also going through a tough time with the operation and recovery so don't be so hard on yourself.
It sounds like the slate needs to be cleared. Maybe you guys need a weekend by yourselves...no kids...just you and D. btw...great song.
The Summer of 1996 has all of the makings of an after school special, thus the reason it needed to be separated into two parts. That school year Katie, Michelle, and I decided to take another friend under our wing. Ironically enough, her name is Katie. She fit right into our circle of friends. Grade school Katie was the girly girl of the group, Michelle
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