Yes, it’s Tuesday and I’m posting a Sunday Morning Confessions. I told you that I’ve become a delinquent blogger for the next few months and I have too many confessions to wait until next Sunday. So, ladies and gentlemen, here they are: confessions from the last two and a half weeks. Be prepared for some doozies. (And friends and family whom I’ve spoken to about it, don’t expect to read about “the date” just yet. I’m still too traumatized to write about it.)
1. I’m slowly adjusting to life as a smart phone user. Apparently all of the US of A has had smart phones for quite some time now, and I was one of the lone few who was still rocking the flip phone. Whatever. I loved that phone. I loved that I had to hit the number 7 four times to text the letter S and I loved that no one ever expected me to call or text them back because I probably didn’t have my phone with me.
Entering this “smart phone” world has been an interesting transition. My first “practice text” in the store was a bit of a disaster. It literally took me 5 minutes to text “What time do you get off work?” It was painful. My sister and the sales guy openly mocked me. Interesting sales strategy but I still bought the phone.
I still haven’t quite figured out auto-correct and Siri so this was a conversation I had with my sister-in-law:
I suppose that’s what I get for trying to sound like Snoop Dogg. Apparently Siri doesn’t say “fo shizzle” and neither should I. And if you were wondering, yes, I did finally learn how to add punctuation to text. Continue reading
The first week of school requires some major adjustments for teachers. Our days of lounging by the pool with a book in hand quickly become a distant memory as we step back into the classroom and onto the stage to perform for 6 straight hours in front of 20-30 teenagers who scrutinize every word we say and necklace we wear. Not only do our vocal cords have to adjust to all this non-stop blabbing, our feet have to adjust to all the standing and our bladders have to adjust to all the holding. Twice I came home and collapsed on my bedroom floor and woke up 2 hours later. My cat was very concerned.
But I’m not complaining because I really do love this job. In the midst of all this “readjusting” to my life as a teenager entertainer, I did some things that I need to confess. And I’m not just talking about the fact that I missed the week of meetings before school started because I forgot to look at a calendar when planning my Europe trip. No, I’m talking about confessions from inside room A1. Confessions that I’m sure have been shared with parents by now and confessions which may or may not be the reason the principal stopped by my room on Friday and said we needed to chat. Dun dun dun. (to be read in the tone of dread) I’m really hoping it’s just to remind me to check my e-mails every once in a while and not because of…,well, because of one of these: Continue reading
“Wow Wednesdays” is a discipline for me. Not like a “soap in the mouth” kind of discipline, but like a “read the Bible each day” kind of discipline. It forces me to write and it forces me to acknowledge the times my jaw has dropped during the week. I say “wow” for lots of reasons. Often it’s because humans are so stinkin weird or my nephews are so stinkin cute, but the greatest instigator of “wows” has always been our great God. Wednesdays are when I chronicle some of the odd crap I’ve witnessed but mainly the cool crap God has taught me.
After planning my trip to England, I told my British friend Tom that I was coming to his country and asked if he’d be in the neighborhood. Turns out he was living in Istanbul, so I basically invited myself to stay with him for a week. Yeah, I’m that friend. Consider yourself warned if you happen to live in a place I’d like to visit. Istanbul is now one of my all-time favorite cities in the world. And I pretty much spent five days saying “wow” while I was there. Here’s why:
* In Istanbul adventure lurks around every corner, just waiting to be discovered. Tom was the ideal tour guide because as a local, he knew where to find the adventure and how to embrace it. Plus, he knows everything about everything (or at least pretends to) and has a cool accent so I never tired of listening to him spout endless trivia about the city. On the day I arrived, I drank lots of tea and coke to stay alert as we explored like we were Lewis and Clark themselves- except we had no Sacagawea. Continue reading