Confession Tuesday
Happy Tuesday! The Confessional is open. Feel free to confess here or on your blog—and let us know if you do!
Last day of June. I wrote no poems this month, a continuation of the no-poems trend of May. It’s a side effect of NaPoWriMo. But I have high hopes for July—I’ve started a few things that I hope to revisit soon. What a slacker I’ve become!
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I have three poems in the latest edition at Babel Fruit. And I’m in good company with Jim Brock and Amy King.
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Last week, I joined two listservs. In addition to the two I already subscribe to, my inbox is overflowing with news and conversation (read: it’s overwhelming). Still, I don’t know how much I would read if I sorted the mail with filters. I’m not complaining, tho—this is a good problem to have.
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Here’s one for the books: Sunday night, my handy husband was putting in a new glass range top (aka stove or cook top). All was going well until I stared talking.
(*smile*)
I distracted him and the glass range top slipped out of his hands, which chipped the corner and sent a diagonal crack across the surface. Needless to say, Tim was upset at himself (not at me, which he could have been but was not. Love you!). So after we fed the kids leftovers and ordered sushi for ourselves as “comfort food,” we devised a plan to return it to the store. Cross your fingers that they buy our excuse and replace it with no questions asked. Doh!
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My husband turns 40 on July 4. No present purchased yet, but hoping to plan a few surprises for the weekend. He doesn’t want a party, which is too bad because I want to do something big.
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We are holiday babies. His birthday is on Independence Day, while mine lands on Valentine’s Day.
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I’ll be 40 on my next birthday.
Last day of June. I wrote no poems this month, a continuation of the no-poems trend of May. It’s a side effect of NaPoWriMo. But I have high hopes for July—I’ve started a few things that I hope to revisit soon. What a slacker I’ve become!
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I have three poems in the latest edition at Babel Fruit. And I’m in good company with Jim Brock and Amy King.
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Last week, I joined two listservs. In addition to the two I already subscribe to, my inbox is overflowing with news and conversation (read: it’s overwhelming). Still, I don’t know how much I would read if I sorted the mail with filters. I’m not complaining, tho—this is a good problem to have.
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Here’s one for the books: Sunday night, my handy husband was putting in a new glass range top (aka stove or cook top). All was going well until I stared talking.
(*smile*)
I distracted him and the glass range top slipped out of his hands, which chipped the corner and sent a diagonal crack across the surface. Needless to say, Tim was upset at himself (not at me, which he could have been but was not. Love you!). So after we fed the kids leftovers and ordered sushi for ourselves as “comfort food,” we devised a plan to return it to the store. Cross your fingers that they buy our excuse and replace it with no questions asked. Doh!
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My husband turns 40 on July 4. No present purchased yet, but hoping to plan a few surprises for the weekend. He doesn’t want a party, which is too bad because I want to do something big.
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We are holiday babies. His birthday is on Independence Day, while mine lands on Valentine’s Day.
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I’ll be 40 on my next birthday.
Comments
I joined WOMPO quite a while ago (I haven't introduced myself, yet) but had to turn the emails off...even though I set up a special address just for that listserve...they have an overwhelming amount of mail. Thing is, I don't go by the site to check...so what good is that?
I loved my fourties. I think of them fondly :-)
I've confessed.
I like to keep current with trends and thought in poetry--listservs are an immediate way to do that.
Oh 40. Not sure how the 40s can top my 30s but looking forward to next year no matter what.
Deb suggested I join the confessional booth and after lurking for a while, I'm ready. My post is here.
Happy Birthday SB!
Btw, I also had my own confession here:
confessions and distractions
I can certainly understand how you feel. But still, it seems like a special time between Christmas and New Year's Day!
Thanks for confessing this week.
happy birthday to your hubby.
but 40? wow. some of my friends here are inching that way. scares the crap out of me.
thanks for keeping the confessions alive!