Harry and I met during our junior year of college at IUP in the fall of 1993. He, a marketing major, and I, an English education major, ended up in the same Spanish II class.
This photo was taken on my 40th birthday, five years ago when my golden retriever sweetheart, Italia was just six-years-old. It’s been over nine months since her passing and my family and I still miss her. Thankfully, we are strong enough to reminisce and keep her memory eternal.
Caption posted on 9/23/2012 – “She’s my “42 year old” furry best friend, and she moves a little slower, barks a little less, listens harder, chases less, paces more, plays fairly, snores intensely, wags her tail all day/everyday, and loves limitlessly. She reassures me that middle age continues to bring so many gifts. I’m excited to lift the calendar page to enter a new decade of golden dreams!” Continue reading “Italia was my Furry Best Friend – I Miss my Dog”
I am a high school English teacher who gets ten weeks off every summer. This particular break, I was ready to go back to work after five weeks. I felt very unproductive during the summer of 2017. Continue reading “Back to School: Needed Schedule Changes”
I’m a high school English teacher and love summer break as much as my students do. Summer is for fun. Summer is the time to relax and recharge. Summer is socializing, exercising, and napping. Summer is the time to read more books. Summer is the time to write a book. Continue reading “I Need More Time and Space: Part-Time Sunshine’s Summertime Dilemma”
In observation of the Julian calendar, the Old Calendar, today I wish you ALL a Happy New Year. As a result of being an Orthodox Christian who is half Serbian and half Croatian and marrying a man who is a beautiful mixture of Italian, Hungarian, English, and Irish, my two daughters, husband, and I get to have two Christmases and two New Years. It’s pretty slick to get this holiday redo option. Continue reading “Happy New Year – Srećna Nova Godina!”
I have totally been misusing after-work hours today (and most others) neglecting my art, adult coloring books. Ha! I wish that was really the problem because I can’t get enough of those, and I have new gel pens and a bad words book. It’s really funny to see flowing cursive curses surrounded by paisley patterns and glittery colors.
Nuts and Bolts! Can you imagine this guy with a swearing thought bubble! It makes me laugh. I’m so immature sometimes.
But my true neglected art is writing. I promise to post a new blog! I think I can. I know I can. Squirrel!
Oh, how I procrastinate to create! I interrupt my free time with online shopping, puzzle building, exercise, coloring, games of Skip Bo, social networking, and so on. All of this keeps me away from my stories though.
Why do I often hide from the keyboard? I am not a squirrel but am a mole, tunneling underground with only a few finished projects and a messy yard. I don’t play Whac-A-Mole and instead breed more reasons to keep from my writing.
Why do this? I truly love words and making them sing on the page. I love writing and have so much to say. I’m not secretive. I’m not lazy. But I think, therefore I am the intrusion to my own creative muse. Thoughts come and go, and so do opportunities to write with a genuine commitment. I let them soar away like a flying squirrel.
Squirrel! I just want to go nutty on this little gavel pounding varmint. Who is this fuzzy judge in the picture urging me to compose something new, refreshing, and interesting? The pressure is on to create, yet I just want to go Bill Murray-Caddy Shack-Crazy and crush him. I will steal his food. I will plug up his hole in the tree and…
And actually I will hug him. Yes, yes I will. I will call him George and I will love him and pet him and squeeze him. I will pet his feather duster tail and hand feed him buttery Ritz Crackers. I will shake his little paw in thanks for getting me off the hide-and-seek writing hook. I do not want the squirrel of judgment looking down on me.
I really must balance on my alphabet beam or I’m going to lose some letters. Oh dear! What would happen if I even lost one of the twenty-six alphabet characters. I once went a whole day without the letter “L” on my keyboard where I teach. It was very hard to be Mrs. _ucas. What the “L”? I needed that middle of the alphabet player, so I’m not willing to lose a single one, not even Q (I get it. He needs U to make sense, but they’re quite a beautiful couple if you query me.)
Seriously, no more distractions.
Squirrel! I have stories to tell, and this year I’m getting it done!!!
NaNoWriMo – November 1, 2016
Who out there knows what this is? If you don’t are you curious? Is it a name for a grandma? Is it an expression from a new character on earth (similar to Mork from Ork — Nano Nano). Is it the worst possible name to give to your brand new puppy? How about your new kitty? It stands for something, but if you’ve never seen it, then you might come up with all sorts of other balderdash meanings. Continue reading “What is NaNoWriMo?”