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?
