A Little Rambling

Alas, poor blog.  Neglected is your state!  Would that I had more time to devote to cherishing you. On this cheerful Friday, I wanted to take a moment and share a glimpse of my first quarter as a *real* teacher.  It's been insanely busy, especially as I am still keeping all my weekday private students and I just started dating.  JW and I laugh that my first semester teaching and his last semester of law school is a very silly time to start a relationship, but some things are worth the effort.  "What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value . Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods."  -Thomas Paine. Here's an adorable picture of us, just so you can see.  :)  Except now JW has shaved off his beard with no warning, and I'm still adjusting to him looking like a totally different person.  But anyways.  We're cute. So far, teaching has been fun.  Stressful, fo...

"If I'm overtly flirting with someone, they've already been friend-zoned."  - Annie Flirting is fun, there's no doubt.  Flirting with someone who flirts back is even more fun.  But Annie has a point - it's easiest to flirt with someone you don't really like "that way."  When you know someone is just a friend, it's easy to be a little outrageous, because there's no risk.  You're friends, and you're unlikely to spoil that friendship with some silly flirting.  But when it's someone you like?  Whole 'nother story. I called another friend today to pass the time on my long drive home, and she brought up the same topic.  Why is it so hard for us to flirt with someone we like?  I think there are two reasons.  One, and this applies to everyone, is the risk.  When flirting with someone whose interest you desire, you have something to lose.  This could be your one chance to prove how interesting you are and convince them th...

1. I'm glad we can interact like civilized adults again. I'm also glad we never have to interact. 2. Gosh, we had fun. 3. I hope things are going better for you than last time we spoke. 4. The best memory I have of you is playing sword fight with sticks in the backyard like 5-year-olds. 5. I really wish you hadn't had to leave. I miss you every day. ("Things you would say to your exes.")

That is my opinion on cheating on people. We're coming to the end of the alphabet, where it gets harder and harder to find applicable alliterative titles, and the prompts are now the ones that I've passed over for many days. I'm also posting 3 times today, since I've gotten so behind. Anyways, yes, today's prompt is about my opinion on cheating on people, and like I've said, my opinion is that it is unacceptable. However, in a rather gray area that isn't strictly related, I believe it is very possible to have feelings for more than one person at a time, and not have either diminished in any way. If one is in a committed relationship (and all relationships should be committed), then acting on another set of feelings is inexcusable. Outside of that, I don't think that loving one person means you can't love another differently and equally.

double-posting today - I've been too busy enjoying life and friends to post. Friday's prompt: 10 ways to win my heart. 1. Pay attention to me. Ask me questions, remember things, be interested. Read my blog, or look at the pictures I put up of my adorable baby cousins, text me. Little things. 2. Be sympathetic. Don't put up with my whining if it's truly childish, which I admit it sometimes is, but in most cases, I just want someone to listen and understand. 3. Touch me. Hug me, rub my shoulders, put your hand on my arm, let me lean on you. 4. Tell me it will be okay. I stress a lot, and need that reassurance often. Words of affirmation are so important to me. 5. Feed me. Self explanatory. 6. Read to me. Stories, articles, letters, children's books, poems, it doesn't matter. 7. Dance with me. Lead well, laugh gently at my mistakes, hold me close. 8. Pray for me. Pray with me. Over anything and everything, at any time. 9. Spend time with me. ...

I desire, as do most decorous damsels, dates with dapper gentlemen. As of late, I find a distinct dearth, though I dare to dream. If I could design a dreamy date, it would involve jet-skis on a lake. Perhaps not the most romantic, but SO MUCH FUN. We would race around the water, taunting the denizens of the deep, laughing as the wind whipped away the sound and the thrum of the engines echoed off the canyon walls. There might be a picnic included, and kite flying, and reading companionably on the shore. As evening drew in, we'd light a campfire and roast ourselves some dinner, watching the flames flicker and listening to the sizzle of the meat, inhaling the rich aromas of pine wood smoke and grilling deliciousness. We'd lay back on the grass, curled in a blanket against the chill of dusk, and watch as the stars came out, far from the city as we were. The desert sky would be crystal clear as we watched for satellites and shooting stars, talking about everything and nothing...