reedy's rambles

Do you ever have a day where you are ready to blog, but can't decide how to start? I have already written 10 sentences and deleted them.

"The ants are marching ten by ten. Hurrah! Hurrah! My house is being invaded by ants."

A grocer ran over Grandma Reedy's ankles today.

I absolutely love St. Louis's Farmers' Market.

I watched My Life as a Dog today. Is Swedish a language?

There are several issues that can bond a room of women, hair removal being a key topic.

I am teaching Social Studies and Language Arts again next year. I find that I am almost always thinking about school.

I am reading Peter Pan aloud to my students. Man, did Disney chop that story!

Sometimes, my greatest fear is that I am merely adequate.

Do you ever want to be the minority?

I would rather be the bad fish among good fish then a good fish among bad fish too much of the time.


And there you have the post that was never finished.

I get overwhelmed easily. For about two minutes before I start, I get overwhelmed. And then something kicks in. I know it will be accomplished. I know it will be finished. But for about two minutes I contemplate whether I should even start. This applies to laundry, papers, grading and everything else that needs to get done.

I am overwhelmed right now. Right now at this moment. I will probably still be overwhelmed when you read this.

I was preapproved for a loan to buy a house. Now my landlord doesn't want to sell anymore. I love this place, and now I have to move. I am just sad.

I have to call my grandma and tell her that I can't have her as my realtor. She's crazy. CRAZY. I will not have her pressure. But I still have to tell her. It will be bad. There is no way to avoid it. Those who know Grandma have offered their sympathies because they know what will happen. Grandma will be hurt and angry. She will say cruel things about me to others.

I am more sensitive than I let on sometimes.