THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM...

After a failed attempt at making a teacher blog….hey, I rarely have time to turn lesson plans in on the day they’re due!

After a year (ok, over a year) of not updating this blog….hey, I rarely have time to turn lesson plans in on the day they’re due (ok, fair, that argument doesn’t work here).

I have been missing this bloggy-dog world. What’s a girl to do? Attempt to make a mash-up blog of just life in general, with teaching stories, random outburst of free verse poetry, photos of fashion and celebrities, and other life stories that should never be shared with your friends let alone online strangers? Yeah, let’s all laugh at the stupidity of that.

….but then actually create that kind of virtual space.

Here’s one last ditch effort….I call it “The Tornado”

Why? Well, a year ago, I hated country. No, really. Hate is a word I know how to use, and use it sparingly. I don’t hate many things. Aside from cilantro; that is the devil weed. I digress…

I now, in fact, lurrrve those country tunes. Not all of them, because some of it makes my ears bleed and my neck do this weird cringe/twitch thing, but Carrie Underwood? Hello, she’s gorgeous. Zac Brown Band? If you look like Duck Dynasty and can sing me to sleep, you win. Hunter Hayes, Luke Bryan, and Eric Chruch? Oh hello, hot men in tight clothes. (Granted, HH is really a boy…a guy…not yet a man). OK, to the point. I thoroughly enjoy songs that equate women to natural disasters. ZBB’s “Natural Disaster” (duh) being right up there…in good company with Little Big Town’s “Tornado.” Sometimes, I get into these mood swings where it really is like a human tornado. The first three letters of my name match the first three letters of tornado….and the rest….is too long to explain.

As of late, I’ve realized my life really is all over the place. That sounds a bit overdramatic and woah-is-me, but I assure you I mean it with the best and most positive of intentions…sort of. At times, it seems like the ground is spinning along with my head and I feel as though I’m reliving my college days of having the spins at 3am (which I actually loved, which I know is weird, and I’ll stop saying which now.) Other times, I’m left with enough down time to drive through the city, get stuck in traffic for over two hours, and not even get mad at the people trying to cut everyone else off because I’m just that happily bored content to be out and engaged with the world. Yeah, that blonde girl in the Kia Soul smiling while the two burly men behind me are flicking everyone else off who passes in the lane that should be closed? Thata…would be me!

As I start this blog, I am not yet 25 but am relishing in the final weeks of being 24. A lot has happened in a year and more will continue to happen, both the good and the super ugly. I choose to document those moments, as potentially self-deprecating as that sounds, for you all.

My readers of Superficial Sanctuary seemed to enjoy the random outburst that I called “Teacher Rants” (or better known as, “Remind me again why I pay school loans every month?”), so this blog is just that. No, not the teacher blog. Been there, failed at that (or just came down with laziness). Random outbursts of life.  My life. The one where I’m almost a quarter of a century old. Putting it that way makes it sound…..well, I’ll just bask in the light of the fact my middle school students think I look twelve, and THAT, my blogging friends, is really all that matters!

Grab a drink – you are more than welcome to stay awhile! Just don’t be surprised if I sneak out before you even have the chance to wake up….

-T