Confession Tuesday
Got something you need to get off your chest? The truth shall set you free! Just let me or Carolee know that you’re confessing this week.
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I started these confessions on Saturday. I was so happy to be at Starbucks drinking my venti hot chocolate I couldn’t help it. Me time—such a gift!
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Before Starbucks, I spent most of my morning contacting local media outlets about the Cave Canem event on April 2. I think I helped raise awareness about the Boston event because today (Monday), I received a few e-mails saying he or she would send out the flyer to members or listservs.
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It was a good exercise for me because I was able to finally start a media list. This list, which consists of news outlets friendly to writers, community groups, and college e-mail lists, will be the basis for the list I use when Underlife comes out next year. Plus, it’s just good to know the poetry groups in the region.
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I enjoyed writing my Sunday Scribblings post this past week. Made me realize that I have stopped blogging just to blog. I’ve got to get better about that—I miss it.
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Also, I miss writing my every thought in a journal. My handwriting has gotten progressively worse, probably because I’m so plugged into my computer. But still use a journal, and will start a new one at the beginning of April. The new one is fancier—a different trim size. So I’m interested to see if a different style affects the way I write.
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Thought I could go two hours without checking e-mail on my iPhone but I can’t.
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And now a fun confession:
In an effort to have couple time, Tim and I took a shower together on Saturday afternoon. Just a shower. Just couple time. … Anyway … Tim stepped out of the shower first just as my 4-year old son Alex was coming into the bathroom.
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I started these confessions on Saturday. I was so happy to be at Starbucks drinking my venti hot chocolate I couldn’t help it. Me time—such a gift!
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Before Starbucks, I spent most of my morning contacting local media outlets about the Cave Canem event on April 2. I think I helped raise awareness about the Boston event because today (Monday), I received a few e-mails saying he or she would send out the flyer to members or listservs.
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It was a good exercise for me because I was able to finally start a media list. This list, which consists of news outlets friendly to writers, community groups, and college e-mail lists, will be the basis for the list I use when Underlife comes out next year. Plus, it’s just good to know the poetry groups in the region.
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I enjoyed writing my Sunday Scribblings post this past week. Made me realize that I have stopped blogging just to blog. I’ve got to get better about that—I miss it.
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Also, I miss writing my every thought in a journal. My handwriting has gotten progressively worse, probably because I’m so plugged into my computer. But still use a journal, and will start a new one at the beginning of April. The new one is fancier—a different trim size. So I’m interested to see if a different style affects the way I write.
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Thought I could go two hours without checking e-mail on my iPhone but I can’t.
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And now a fun confession:
In an effort to have couple time, Tim and I took a shower together on Saturday afternoon. Just a shower. Just couple time. … Anyway … Tim stepped out of the shower first just as my 4-year old son Alex was coming into the bathroom.
Alex: “Did you and mommy take a shower together? Why?”
Tim (without missing a beat): “Mommy and I are trying to save water.”
Precious.
Comments
Also, not to reveal too much, but couple-shower-time has been a lynchpin in my relationship with my pal D. I'm always surprised to learn that other people don't take advantage of this free, easy to do, and comforting activity!
I'm a firm believer in creating strong couple-time bonds with all the important folk in one's life -mates, friends, pets, everyone. (Though, perhaps that time won't necessarily involve showering!)
But I'm with you--a good shower is a nice way to spend couple time. And conserve.
tee-hee!
I've confessed, late in the day. And I wish I had a water-conservation confession.
Tell your parents you're trying to conserve water--they'll understand!