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Peace out, Dreadmill! | For the Love of Teaching...
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For the Love of Teaching…. Peace out, Dreadmill! March 14, 2015. I’m trying to get skinny. Please move out of my way! So as I pulled into the over crowed parking lot this morning…late… and headed inside, I was perfectly annoyed before I even dropped off my things. Every treadmill was taken. Want to go on an elliptical? Wanted to do those machines over there? Sorry, the guys with big muscles are using it to hold their gym bags. Ugh…so annoyed. Did I have to stop and walk a bit? Did I enjoy my run outside ...
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Childhood Hangout | For the Love of Teaching...
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For the Love of Teaching…. March 17, 2015. Eight blocks are all that stood between me and my favorite childhood hangout. A hangout that opened my eyes to so many possibilities and gave me a brief reprieve from my daily life… A hangout that allowed me to stuff my backpack to the brim with adventures and characters that could transport me to millions of other places. 8211; I met Marie-Antoinette and her perpetual need to live a life of grandeur. 8211; Made new friends in castles full of witches and wizards.
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An Hour to Spare – carriedotcom
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An Hour to Spare. April 7, 2015. You stand tall waiting patiently. You know I will eventually come back. A day off here, a weekend without back-to-back obligations there. For some reason I have it in my head that I need a minimum of an hour to do you justice. I know deep down that’s not true. Thirty minutes will do. That’s all it takes to reap the benefits. My. Confirms such suspicions. Meeting up with you regularly for thirty minutes will give me a solid three to four thousand additional steps. I am goi...
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May 2015 – carriedotcom
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May 26, 2015. May 26, 2015. There is an ending. There is a new beginning. Don’t miss the beginning by mourning the ending. Don’t miss the ending with anticipation for the beginning. Always planning for the future. Always looking back to what was. Papers, calendars, orders, books. Notes, reminders, dates. So hard to be present in the here and now. When the past and future keep knocking on my door. Everyone Has a Story. A Ribbon in March. I'll Give You All This And More. Raising a Literate Human.
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Here and Now – carriedotcom
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May 26, 2015. May 26, 2015. There is an ending. There is a new beginning. Don’t miss the beginning by mourning the ending. Don’t miss the ending with anticipation for the beginning. Always planning for the future. Always looking back to what was. Papers, calendars, orders, books. Notes, reminders, dates. So hard to be present in the here and now. When the past and future keep knocking on my door. An Hour to Spare. A Story with a Different Ending. 3 thoughts on “ Here and Now. May 26, 2015 at 9:29 am.
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April 2014 – carriedotcom
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April 15, 2014. There they sat. Two grey-haired people. About the same age. Heads together, looking at something on their phone. Then just talking. Eating. Their table was tucked way back, almost in a corner. They seemed to like it that way. No one to bother them. Whenever the waiter came they appeared annoyed. Like he was intruding. They shared food. He tried hers. She tried his. I imagined that they have been together for many years. At least 25, I’ll bet. What would one do without the other? The alarm...
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February 2014 – carriedotcom
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February 17, 2014. You never wanted the title. You never wanted the attention. You never thought you would be put in such a position at just 14 years old. You never thought you would wake up from a sound sleep to the sound of gunfire in your kitchen. Escaping into the night with your nephew clinging to you for his life. Mother gone. Brother gone. Sister gone. Now people clap for you. Friends. Family. Strangers. They call you a hero to be celebrated and congratulated. To know where you belong. A man shoot...
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January 2015 – carriedotcom
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OLW for 2015 – Question. January 13, 2015. This has been quite a process – searching the world over for my OLW of 2015! OK Maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but still…I formally tried on four words and informally tried on about six others before I finally settled on. Once I found this word, which was sitting in the back of my mind the entire time, I wondered (pun intended) why it took me so long? Sure, those other words were great. I played around with. Is it unique to me? Everyone loves to laugh, right?
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August 2014 – carriedotcom
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Road Trip 2014. The Bathroom Chronicles. August 26, 2014. August 26, 2014. I have many potential slices twirling in my head from this trip. This one is first. It revealed itself on the homestretch of our journey. Three hours to go and I yelled out, “I have it! I’ve got the perfect slice! In Sterling, Colorado Kathy came running out of the bathroom brandishing three or four squares of Kleenes, saying, “See that lady? I opened a stall door and a woman was just sitting there looking dumbfounded! 8221; With ...
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March | 2015 | For the Love of Teaching...
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For the Love of Teaching…. Monthly Archives: March 2015. Score…Happy Sunday to Me! March 22, 2015. I dread getting my taxes done…absolutely dread it. I have this persistent fear that I am going to owe a ton of money…that I don’t have…to the government (mind you, I’ve never actually owed ANYTHING to the government). Not only that, but I despise the fact that it costs me $140 for 5 minutes of my accountant’s time…seriously? 140 for 5 minutes? Maybe I’m in the wrong profession…. Wisdom of a 12 year old.
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