Waiting for Snow

So there’s a winter storm watch in my area for this weekend… I imagine the adults are having vision s of milk and bread runs flowing through their heads, and every child under 18 is praying for a snow day (which we don’t get often). The college professors (we have a branch of a community college in my town, and the main campus is less than 45 minutes away) are thinking “crap, here we go again” because our spring semester starts next week and two years ago we lost a couple of days at the beginning of the semester due to weather. (And yes, it is frustrating to lose days on any academic level, but we do want our students to be safe first. We’re not heartless.)

Most people who aren’t from around here wonder what the big deal is-it’s just a little snow, right? Well when you aren’t used to it it IS a big deal. There aren’t a lot of Southern children used to making snowmen. We don’t often get to make that rare Southern delicacy known as “snow-cream”, so it’s not only a treat for us, it’s a chance to share a childhood tradition with the younger ones in our families. I myself don’t really fully get the whole bread and milk thing, but it’s the comfort of knowing you have the most basic elements available to feed yourself and anyone else in your home should the need arise that makes us do it, I suppose. Southerners also often get made fun of for our lack of driving ability in the white stuff, but I think we look on it as a challenge. We don’t back down from those easily.

So snow in the forecast does often bring out the crazy in us, and when you see examples of this, please try to understand.

And if it does snow, well…

Snowball fight starts as soon as the yard onions are covered.

Y’all come join us!

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Football Equals Heartbreak

Ok going off the regular pattern here…

My heart just got crushed by a football team. I’ve been a Georgia fan all my life, and this year was the first year since 1981 that they were in the National Championship game.

It went to overtime.

And they lost.

Alabama made a miraculous play in overtime that gave them the win.

We made mistakes that in the end cost us the game.

I am very proud of the team, don’t get me wrong, but I cried as that Alabama player ran into the end zone.

Now we rest a bit then start to work on next season. We say goodbye to the seniors, and start looking ahead.

I have faith that next year will be just as good if not better, because we have a tremendous well of talent, and we did make Bama work hard for it, but…

I cried. It hurts. And that’s the truth.

Writing Challenge Day 6

Five ways to win my heart…

Well, as I am not a high maintenance woman, you might think this would be pretty easy to write. But it was actually the opposite.

For a start, first thing you can do to win my heart is give me an intelligent conversation. And don’t be pretentious about it either. Engage my brain, my heart gets at least interested.

Second, be kind to those around you. Be kind to animals. Pet the kittens at PetSmart occasionally. Say hi to the neighbor who walks her dogs on your street, maybe even pet them once in a while (the dogs, not the neighbor). Volunteer. Show an interest in your fellow human beings. Be nice to people who wait on you at stores and restaurants.

Third, know how to cook something that doesn’t just involve opening a can or dialing a delivery number. It doesn’t have to be fancy either-I’m a sucker for a good burger or steak.

Fourth, be just a little self sufficient. It’s nice to know that if the grid were to go down, you stand a snowball’s chance in hell of actually surviving. Know how to survive without the electronics our society has become far too dependent on.

Fifth, be thirsty for knowledge. As a friend of mine once said “Let me never be content with my unending ignorance of the world and its riches.” Never stop wanting to learn, whether it be a new skill, a new language, or a new art form.

See? I don’t want much at all 🙂

Writing Challenge day 5

Five places I’d like to visit:

1. England. Home of the majority of my ancestors and Jeremy Northam. ‘Nuff said.

2. Ireland/Scotland. Yet another ancestral homeland plus men in kilts. Yes please.

3. Spain. It has long been my ambition to watch a Real Madrid game in their home stadium.

4. France. To see the city that fostered the great Chanel, among other artistic luminaries. Plus baguettes.

5. Germany. Just to be different. Plus I want to see the birthplace of Oktoberfest. That looks fun.

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 3 and 4

Okay, I skipped yesterday- hey my sinuses have been kicking my butt so cut me some slack…

Day 3- My Top three pet peeves… definitely one would have to be willful ignorance. If you just don’t want to learn about things because you can’t be bothered to make the effort when it’s practically sitting in your lap, then I feel sorry for you. It’s ok to try and not like it , but not to just skate your way through life.

Two- Rudeness. Can not abide it.

Three- Lateness. If you say you are going to be somewhere, then be there. The world does not revolve around you and your plans.

Day 4- someone who inspires me. I’d say my mom. She got dumped into an unfamiliar situation when my dad died and she’s handled it pretty well. She’s a very resilient woman.

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 2

Hmmm, something someone told me about myself I’ll never forget…

Well, I’ve had a lot of people tell me both good and bad things over the years, but honestly the first thing that comes to mind is a little boy who was with his mom one day at a store where I once worked. I was helping his mom in the photo lab, I was tired, my makeup felt like crap-it had been a really long day… and this sweet little boy looked up at me and said “You’re pretty!”

Made my day:)

30 Day Writing Challenge-Day 1

Ten things that make me happy:

1. A good cheeseburger. You just can’t beat it.

2. Getting a story or poem accepted. It’s a thrill seeing your name in print over something you’ve worked hard on.

3. Receiving mail that isn’t junk.

4. All my students showing up for class.

5. Spending time with my Mentor U mentee. He’s a good kid.

6. French Table at Starbucks with my friend Margaret. Elle est trés magnifique!

7. The light on my students faces when they get a point I’m making.

8. Creative writing club meetings.

9. Cold Dr. Pepper.

10. Fresh coffee:)

Collaboration

This is a collection of thoughts from some friends on a FB thread and I thought they’d go well together.

It didn’t come out too bad 🙂

Collaboration

(By Ryan Guth, Paul Mego, Michael Downer, John Panzer, Elizabeth Guth, compiled by Amanda Pugh)
Life is full of sad facts. And sacks. Sad sacks and facts. And faxes. And taxes.

No, I haven’t been drinking.

And foxes and poxes

For some reason ‘fox’ and ‘pox’ seemed to fit the feeling I got.

And yes, I seem kind of strange to me.

Fits perfectly. I was hoping somebody would play along.

But is the combination of foxes and poxes better or worse than a pox of foxes?

A pox on your foxes!

And sockses.

Hmmm… I think I prefer the lack of logic.

Back to x and o, though – if ‘oxen’ is the plural of ‘ox,’

what’s the plural of ‘paradox’?

alt facts, saxes, and trump alt facts’s.

Alt-right all-white all right.

Maybe we’ve been a tad lax

with trump’s alt facts

and the all white alt-right’s self-perception of the bright knight.

Perhaps we need action more than words to fight.

What the hell are you up to while I’m out of the house?

Learning

Learning is a part of life.  Whether it be a new skill, a new job, or something as complex as learning to live with disappointment when something doesn’t go the way you’d hoped, life itself is a learning process.

Take these experiences for what they are-pieces of a tapestry that weave the fabric of your life, as cliched as that sounds.  They are part of you-a part of the word count of your story, if you choose to use that phrase.  Embrace them.

Writing

Just joined a group called the Rough Writers club and they have a writing challenge going on this month.  You write every day even if it’s just for five minutes and post your word counts on the blog.  Sounds like fun and a good way to pull myself out of this funkiness I’ve been in lately.

Oh FYI I have a new niece.  Her name is Isabella and she’s the most beautiful baby ever.  And auntie’s not a bit prejudiced at all 🙂

Class is going well.  I actually picked up a summer session which is great.  I have some creative students in that class .