Anyone that knows me, I mean really knows me, knows that my memory is as short as Bushwick Bill (no disrespect, just reaching for visuals, please stay focused). So I put this site up in 2015, I thought it was last year, yet clearly I lost a year somewhere on the side of the road. For that I am unhappy and must do better. Anywhooo, I arrive to this site, thinking that I'm on track, guess what, I'm not. So much so that I had to deactivate the page that told me what I planned to do in 2015. Why didn't anyone make me read this? With that being said, this year I really need to stay completely on point, or we are going to have some problems. Plus I don't think writing about random shenanigans is technically 'on point' so I think we're good here.
When I created this site, I had dreamed of creating a blog..reviving my desire to write random musings everyday and entertain a silent and invisible audience, but turns out that never happened. However, apparently in the spirit of making this happen, I started 3 blog posts I was going to strategically release to make me look active. Each post had a cool title and images that I'm sure were going to just make that post pop. Guess who has NO CLUE what those posts were going to be about? <Avatar Ang raises her hand, you see her over there :) > Since I know myself, and my memory, it sure would have been nice if I had left myself a roadmap, some street signs, a mile marker, my cute little avatar self with some crib notes, something. Speaking of which, after typing that I went to the dictionary to make sure 'crib notes' are indeed a thing, as sometimes I say terms that I can't remember if they are real or I just made them up on the fly (being spontanglin' and all) ... yet low and behold, it's a thing.
Not only are crib notes a thing, they are a thing I had to utilize a time or two (or three) back in my hey day. Seeing these cute little creative cheating methods, or shall we say, memory joggers brought back wonderful middle school memories like a flood. Now before you judge me, please remember that I was in the 7th grade, what were 'you' doing? Me, I had goals of graduating one day (give me credit for that). So while it may appear my miniature essays written inside of gum wrappers that I opened up, chewed the gum and intricately left open on my desk for 'guidance' was cheating, I actually think it was just me creatively passing. Come on, Spanish was hard and those History essays had to be on point people. Heck, I'm several decades out of that Spanish class and still only walked away with 'aqui' in my repertoire, that alone should tell you something and make you glad I took the initiative. Only Lord knows where I would be had I not passed 7th grade Spanish. Wait, he did know and as a payback for cheating he made sure I moved to California and wished I had learned to speak some darn Spanish :)
Now back to this blogging thing. Not to live in the past but, I did have a successful one once, you know, back in the day when blogging was referred to as Yahoo 360 and I had loyal followers galore awaiting my daily nonsense. Ok, lets be real, if you crawl the internet, you will notice I have mentioned this in blog posts before so maybe I am living in my famous blog past glory. Let me have my moment one more time, then I promise I'm done. Look, I made several really nice virtual friends via that site, when they shut it down, I believe something in me passed on with it. It was probably a good thing, can't be wasting all of my entertaining stories on crickets. With that being said my friends (ok, that's funny, it's just me and my echo), I'm going to go ahead and end this random babble. I do plan on trying to stop by more regularly (go ahead, feel the excitement), however, if you don't come by to read, well lets just say I can get this same rewarding feeling of talking to myself at home when I'm talking to my sons and this whole blogging thing will remain unnecessary.
Until I show up again, stay proud you read this far people.
Not only are crib notes a thing, they are a thing I had to utilize a time or two (or three) back in my hey day. Seeing these cute little creative cheating methods, or shall we say, memory joggers brought back wonderful middle school memories like a flood. Now before you judge me, please remember that I was in the 7th grade, what were 'you' doing? Me, I had goals of graduating one day (give me credit for that). So while it may appear my miniature essays written inside of gum wrappers that I opened up, chewed the gum and intricately left open on my desk for 'guidance' was cheating, I actually think it was just me creatively passing. Come on, Spanish was hard and those History essays had to be on point people. Heck, I'm several decades out of that Spanish class and still only walked away with 'aqui' in my repertoire, that alone should tell you something and make you glad I took the initiative. Only Lord knows where I would be had I not passed 7th grade Spanish. Wait, he did know and as a payback for cheating he made sure I moved to California and wished I had learned to speak some darn Spanish :)
Now back to this blogging thing. Not to live in the past but, I did have a successful one once, you know, back in the day when blogging was referred to as Yahoo 360 and I had loyal followers galore awaiting my daily nonsense. Ok, lets be real, if you crawl the internet, you will notice I have mentioned this in blog posts before so maybe I am living in my famous blog past glory. Let me have my moment one more time, then I promise I'm done. Look, I made several really nice virtual friends via that site, when they shut it down, I believe something in me passed on with it. It was probably a good thing, can't be wasting all of my entertaining stories on crickets. With that being said my friends (ok, that's funny, it's just me and my echo), I'm going to go ahead and end this random babble. I do plan on trying to stop by more regularly (go ahead, feel the excitement), however, if you don't come by to read, well lets just say I can get this same rewarding feeling of talking to myself at home when I'm talking to my sons and this whole blogging thing will remain unnecessary.
Until I show up again, stay proud you read this far people.