Monday, April 29, 2013
Okay, okay, okay – I know! I’ve been incredibly lax in musing elegantly on a consistent basis, but I promise, Sweeties, that I will get back on track.
As we bid April a fond farewell, I think it wise to review this past month to see just how elegant we’ve truly been. I confess I’ve fallen short, so no need to beat yourselves up if you, too, haven’t behaved as elegantly as you should. We’re only human after all, and in a world where elegance is hard to come by, it’s no wonder we slip from time to time. So, here I go with my true confessions:
*As much as I enjoy writing, putting my words into songs is far more difficult than I imagined. I’m going for Dolly Parton, but keep ending up with Weird Al Yankovic. I feel, however, that A Busload Full of Angry Spaniards is destined to be a hit. How do I know? Because I lived it, and everyone knows that only authentic, heartfelt, sincere music gets attention (that’s sarcasm, for those of you who don’t know me well).
*I must practice patience with people who still have no idea what it is I do for a living. I teach. I wardrobe. I write. I fabulosticize. I make up new words in order to suit my needs. I do no sell products, nor have any desire to. I do not preach sermons, though I’ve been accused of coming off a bit preachy from time to time, particularly in my writing efforts. I am not a nutritionist, but I’m comfortable with what little I know about the subject to inform you that ten sodas a day is not a good idea. I am not a counselor, a fashion designer, a seamstress, or a gynecologist. Honestly, you’d be amazed by some of the inquiries I receive.
*A pumpkin patch may not have been the best idea for my small patio.
*I never thought I’d have to impersonate someone else in order to make a very important ‘cake deal’ go down, but I did. If you happen to spot me inside a bakery, please refer to me as ‘Bonnie’.
*Passive-aggressiveness while climbing ladders might backfire, resulting in a mild back injury. Simply ignore the one who’s commenting under her breath that you’re getting preferential treatment from her crush. By the way, the crush is involved with Steve. I can’t believe she doesn’t know that. It’s not like he’s trying to hide it or anything.
*There really is no greater satisfaction for me than teaching a child, particularly one who’s struggling in a typical classroom setting. He’s making progress. Maybe when I grow up, I’ll go back to teaching full time. I miss it.
So there you be with word from my little corner of the universe. How’s it going in yours?