As in, apparently this week I've had none. I've written so many blog posts in my mind, but I've always been away from my computer at the time and have jsut not been motivated enough to write.
No New Years priorities posts, no "I love the snow look how happy it makes me" posts, no "the kids did the funniest thing today" posts, no "holy crapoly, I almost missed the deadline for applying to teach summer school" posts... all of which would have been fun (heh, to write, anyway...).
Blog boredom. I suppose that's where it's at right now.
Teaching this week has been fun - actually FUN! I've been doing accents (heaven help me) and litterally jumping around, waving my arms, and declaring a "13" in the tens place to be, "AK! An INTRUDER!!!" It's probably been the best week I've had all year. Hmm... could that be because I've just come from two weeks off? Maybe that should be a pattern. Teach for 2, rest for two. Think of how energetic I would be!
Hum. What else. Trying to decide to do dancing level 3 or a different pursuit this time around. Perhaps photography. Perhaps writing. Perhaps ACTING! Maybe guitar. It's a real toss-up, between dancing or something else. Confusion abounds. If you could take a class, what would you take?
With all this snow and oice these days, I've been donig a wee bit of slip slip sliding around to and from work. Driving home yesterday I discovered my car is really good at road ballet. Some doofus in his doofus-mobile on a sidestreet decided it would be a really good idea to try to dart accross a busy street during a heavy snowfall on roads that were totally iced over. Eastbound traffic was stopped, so he whipped through a break but DUH... westbound traffic (ie. ME) was still moving, and all of a sudden there was the front of his car barrelling towards what was very soon going to be my driver's side door. I honked, tried to brake, slid almost sideways, recovered, and somehow he missed me, jsut in time for me to start sliding down the hill that was ahead of me. I geared down, steered straight, and got control back, all without hitting the multitude of cars around me, but sheesh. That commute was insane. It took 61 minutes to make my 7km (4.5 mile) trip home. I could have ridden a turtle and gotten there faster.
That's it. I'm ending there. No concluding sentence. We've been learning about those all week in TeacherHillaryLand. As in, "every paragraph must have one." I'm such a hippocrite. Deal with it. ;)