Hello to all my coffee share peeps! I almost missed this week, because I already have no idea what day of the week it is at any given moment. Normally it takes a little longer into the summer for me to lose track of days, but the events of this year and the last few weeks especially has expedited the summer time-confusion.
This week, similar to last week, has been a bit hectic and disheveled. At least, that’s how I feel… whether or not the events of the week actually reflect that, I guess we’ll see.
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Moving Day
This coffee share will not be quite like normal as things (like the title suggests) underwent a very sudden shift this week. So I’ll offer you some coffee or tea to go, but I don’t think we’ll have time to sit and have our normal sort of chat.
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Sudden Shift
Well hello, Coffee Share peeps! Come on in and grab you a cup of tea or coffee and curl up in the den with me as we catch up. It’s been entirely too long since I had an opportunity to sit down and talk with you all!
Would you like some milk or sugar?
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Preparing for the end
And I’m gonna do my best to skip it.
I have to admit, having never been through a hurricane before, I wasn’t worried initially. The settings on my Facebook news feed are set so the things I see first are inspirational or funny. I’ve been too busy working on lesson plans or trying to get caught up on my sleep or doing mindless things (like watching Netflix stuff) so I can sleep to really pay attention to the hullabaloo about the hurricane.
Speaking of watching stuff… if you’ve got nothing better to do (like you’re waiting for the apocalypse in the form of Hurricane Harvey), you might want to check out the movie What happened to Monday.
Continue reading My First Hurricane…
I sometimes go to IHOP to write. This sounds counterproductive due to the noise level and being interrupted by waitstaff, but in reality, it’s very comfortable. When I was in college, IHOP became a place of comfort for me. There would be whole groups of us that would gather there late in the evenings (and often into the morning) playing the question game, actually interacting, and being 100% genuine. There wasn’t a lot of judgment at that IHOP. More likely, it was because the atmosphere of a college town where there are competing colleges with competing theological ideologies allowed for an ambiance of honest communication to truly develop.
It was a special time in my life and the only time (prior to knowing about my ASD) that I felt totally comfortable being myself.
Continue reading Girls: We’re different