Adam

I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year I’m trying out a theme.  Follow Angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School……..

 

Dear Diary,

Adam spoke to me today! Eeeeeeh!  I was so excited. He came and talked to me when I was at my locker. I was changing my books over and then suddenly there was someone beside me and it was him!  He was right there!

He said, “Hey”

So I said:  “Hey”, because I was cool about him being there.

Then he said:  “You’re Dee’s friend aren’t you?”

So I said, “Yeah”

Then he looked at me and I kind of got a bit flustered and I said, “I’m Angie.”

And he said “Yeah. I knew that” and smiled.

Wow.  My stomach flipped and I was sort of embarrassed and wondering if I just made a fool of myself and thinking what I could say while I was just staring at him and then he said, “Well, I’ll see ya around.”

So I was like, “Yeah, okay.”

And then he walked away.  I just stood there at my locker and stared at him walking down the corridor.  He must have some sixth sense or something and felt me staring because he looked back and grinned.  I got really hot then and knew I was turning red, so I pretended to look in my locker for stuff, but really I was just thinking OH MY GOD!

Seriously, I did not talk to anyone else for the whole afternoon, so that I only heard his voice in my head.

Best geography lesson ever.  I did not hear a word Miss Harris said.

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A-Z Challenge

So today I’m starting the A-Z Challenge.  I did it once a couple of years ago and then let my blog slide.  I’m giving it another go, and trying out a theme this year.  Follow Angie as she negotiates being 14 in High School and all that comes with it…..


Handwriting – will it become obsolete?

I read an article that was banging on about handwriting becoming obsolete.  What a load of crap and here’s why:

I love writing. I write all my short stories by hand, and all my drafts for my blogs as well. There is still something lovely about the flow of the words coming out of my head, down into my hand and onto the paper. I get immersed in the story, I am physically writing it and watching it unfold. I can see the work I’ve already done out of the corner of my eye, the scratchings on the page, the blue and black ink mixed in together. The side-notes I’ve made when a new idea comes in or an alternative if this current paragraph doesn’t work. I can’t make those notes easily when I type it out – I’d have to make a conscious effort to create a box for comments or change the colour of the text so I could easily find the notes again. If I make a mistake or change my mind i quickly scratch it out and write over it, it doesn’t break my concentration in the way that stopping and back-back-backspacing over a wrong word does.

I can pick up any piece of paper and write down what my child has just said quicker than finding the app on my phone and typing it up. It also means my kids don’t think I’m paying more attention to the phone instead of them. I can sit down with my kids during craft and while they draw I can join in and use paper to write a letter to them telling them what funny/bad/wonderful things they did that day and I can put that letter away for when they grow up. They think I’m doing craft then too.

I have notebooks full of stories for my kids, things they have said, worn, and done along with the fiction I have written.

One day my children will find all these books and letters and notes and read them. They can sit down on the floor with these things all around them and read them straight away. They won’t have to plug anything in, look for a password or a software hacking program for my blogs, they won’t have to find technology compatible to play the discs I save the work on, they can just read my stuff straight away.

That’s why I love writing and that’s why I’ll keep doing it.

What do you think?  Do you love handwriting or receiving handwritten letters?


Writer’s Block

I finally, mentally got off my apathetic arse and prepared myself to go straight into the study after putting the girls to bed to write.  I was also mentally congratulating myself that I was on the way to being productive and would get a good few hours in before giving myself a semi-early night.

That was before my daughter did this…..

This is my writer's block


Something Wicked

There’s something bad happening to me. I bought hand cream the other day. Not the supermarket, my-hands-are-dry-this-will-do brand. No. This was the duty free, my hands are looking old, very expensive brand cream. So I bought the same cream my mother used to use because she always complained about her hands looking old. Shit!

I’ve watched The Glee Project for two nights in a row and I like it. I look at the kids on that show and instead of seeing a jumped up two face bitch, I’m thinking “oh, they’re young, they’ll grow out of it. Aren’t they talented?”

Now, I’m watching the movie Old Dogs with Robin Williams and John Travolta and I actually think it’s funny. Well some of it – I’ve watched some more now, but still….WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?


Distracted

It’s been a while, so I thought I’d dazzle you all with something profound. Then I got distracted by this…

and this….

and this…..

They are all here plus more:  http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/category/photos/awkward-hall-of-fame/

Happy Monday.


Cholesterol

Cholesterol.  It kills you.

It kills your arteries.
It kills your heart.
It kills you dead unless you fight it.

Fight it with your clogged arteries struggling to pump blood into your struggling heart.
Fight it with exercise which kills you in its boredom.
Fight it by reducing your alcohol intake which kills your sense of humour, adventure and fun.

Fight it by reducing your fat intake. No full fat dairy foods.  No cheese platter with your wine.  Oh sorry.  There is no more wine.

No more creamy sauces.  Wholemeal pasta from now on.  And legumes and beans. And brown rice. Don’t forget the brown rice.

I might as well stop washing my hair and tie dye my clothes now if I have to eat that shit.

No more snags on the barbie! No more barbeques. What’s a barbeque without beer anyway?

No more mounds of mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, boiled potatoes.

No more cakes or biscuits. No more sugar in your tea. No more chocolate. No.

No more love in the kitchen.
My soul has died.
I can’t go on.

Cholesterol. It kills you.