the secret war . . .

the secret war has been fought and won by . . . ME!!! the secret war was a hard fought and dirty war. it was . . . putting a new garbage bag in the trash can in the bathroom. it sat there empty for days, both my husband and myself aware of it. the q-tips, cotton balls, and you name it piled higher and higher each day, the casualties of the war. who would be grossed out first? who would give in, admit defeat and put in a new bag?! i looked at it everyday, wondering if i should be the one to put an end to our suffering, as the q-tips were mightely gross. however, i was resolved to not be the weaker of us to not be the one who would give in. if i gave in now, i would have to give in forever and that would not be the case. hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into . . . well is wasen't really that long of a war. and then, one day, the unthinkable happened, there was a garbage bag in the trash can! victory was mine. now the fact that my husband new nothing of the war does not diminish my victory. i still won, my willpower was greater than his. he fell beneath my resolve. but, i will not be a boastful winner. i will, not rub his face in the fact that i am stronger in will than he is. i will not do this, because it is enough to know in my heart that i am stronger. so, instead, i shall thank him for his hard work and praise him for his good deeds. because, the surest way to make sure that i don't have to do it, is to make him think he is wonderful for doing it.

questions and answers . . .

now it's time for that wacky game show - questions and answers with myself!!

heather: how are you doing today, heather?

heather: not too bad thank you for asking. how about yourself?

heather: a little tired, but otherwise fine. let me ask you a few questions.

heather: shoot. my life is an open blog.

heather: you are so funny.

heather: i know, i know. ahhh! now, let's get to the questions.

heather: well, heather, what are your thoughts about the state of the world.

heather: do you mean politically, mentally, physically . . . what?

heather: uhh . . . uhh . . . you pick.

heather: ok, well politically - i don't care. i know that i should, but i just get so drained by it all. and anyway, my husband is political enough for the both of us. mentally - this one is a doozy! mentally we are both in decline and in growth. how can this be you say?

heather: yes, how can this be!

heather: well, while we know more in the world today than we ever have before, have we actually found a use for most of the information. do we show students how to use the information that we shove in front of them? do people really know how to think? i don't think so. i think we try to teach too much too fast and in the end we are short changing the next generation. but, i guess, i cannot really speak for the world, just the good old USof A. if we raise a generation to be overstimulated with too much information and not enough ways to use them, then we are raising an ADD generation. what i mean by that is that, we are raising a generation that will not have the ability to concentrate, complete a job, or in general function. i am speaking in general terms of course and not about everyone. there are exceptions to every rule, but as a whole is there such a thing as too much information?

heather: i see what you are saying and yes, i believe there could be such a thing as too much information. what do you suggest?

heather: heather, i am so glad that you asked. i feel we need to do a few things and do them well, not inundate our selves with too much so that we do several things and simply do them ok. i do not have a plan to fix this at this time, but get back to me in a few years, and i am sure i will have solved this problem.

heather: what would we do without you? i cannot imagine a heatherless world.

heather: i hear you. me neither. i am pretty amazing. whew!! that exhausted me. i am going to have to take a break. but have no fear. i shall return.

well . . .

me.

i feel that here is a good place to put one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets - emily dickenson


I ’M nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!

They ’d banish us, you know.


How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

however with my love of lower case you might have expected e.e. cummings. well, i love him too, so here is something for you e.e. cummings fans -

l(a

le
af

fa
ll
s)


one
l
iness

simplicity. that to me is the key to all things. simplify your life. emily and e.e. they kept it simple and sweet and said so much. don't you think?

my very first blog!?

i know that this will drive many people crazy, but i hate to use capital letters. they just take too much time. and the crazier thing is that i am an english teacher!! i really shouldn't say that because now you are going to be checking my grammar, and to be honest, i am better at the literary end of things.

i really don't understand this whole blog thing, and i really am not a big fan of the word "blog". it sounds fat, and as a woman, anything that sounds fat is not appealing. i work very hard to keep fat off.

so now what to say? well, since i can think of nothing else at the moment, we will have to wait until next time folks.

until then - keep smiling and remember: "everybody loves somebody sometimes"