FRECTIS

should i wear socks or brush my teeth keep in mind i can only do one

What a dilemma!  I would brush my teeth because right now, it is just too hot for socks.

getting wife into beastiality

Wow.  The Happy Hooker has a passage about a donkey fantasy (I heard).  Give that to her and if she doesn’t freak out, my friend Rod knows some crazy Mexican bars.  You gotta start somewhere.

books elimentry algebra

Might I suggest we start with spelling?  Algebra is all about letters and numbers coming together and we’re doomed if you can’t spell.

headache after drinking hefeweizen

Me too, dog.  I hope your 4th was festive!

It is no easy feat—as I have learned—to cram a 16-week course into just 36 hours.

We took this class because nurses, pharmacists, and other aspiring scientists must communicate effectively.

We took this class because elementary school math teachers, actors and marketing whiz kids must keep our interest through precise forms of speech—even for those whose speech often takes the form of dance!

We took this class because the universities demand excellence of their students.

(We took this class because they made us!)

Perhaps you were like me:  You saved this class for last.  You finished all the core requirements of your major knowing this final course sat heavily on your university transfer like an elephant.  You even brought your friends to make the class a less frightening experience.

And if you’re like me, you discovered public speaking wasn’t that bad after all!

To this end, I honor our instructor.  For without her building-block style of teaching, we might all still be stumbling over our pet peeves!  In spite of her impending wedding, she taught us with her undivided attention with fantastic results.  We leave here polished and professional.

And here’s to us, the graduates of Public Speaking 101.  I am proud of all of us.

May we all speak our way to many successes in the future!

Silly speech that had everyone clapping and smiling.  Boy am I glad that class is over!  It was a lot of work and speaking in front of strangers about random topics that have nothing to do with anything relevant to my life or work was realy tough.  Speaking in front of total strangers about things I know is way easier.  A big duh for stating the obvious.

Now I have the rest of the month to finish English literature.  By posting this entry I am avoiding my required reading of two chapters of poetry.  I am not a poetry fan… unless it’s poetry as sung by The Fox (who by the way celebrated my 21st birthday and came to my wedding).  As soon as I grab a pen to stab my eyes out I will get started.  Last night I had to write an essay on the writings (”A Good Man is Hard to Find” and “Revelation”) of Flannery O’Connor.  I really liked the stories but dislike having to dissect them into religious parables and decide what O’Connor was trying to say.  It took me 1 hour and 45 minutes of writing nothing ending with a fury of 1200 words written in 15 minutes.  Torture.  I don’t really care what she was trying to say… and I pretty much said so in my closing paragraph.  So put that in your critical thinking pipe and smoke that for a spell.

I was asked by a prospective client to provide her a list of references from past clients I’ve had.  So I went to the drawer where I store my files and grabbed a few I know would like to chat about their care with me and their home births.  I caught the name of a client I was really fond of but skipped her file because when I last saw her she told me she moved and I told her I was going to move.  I lost touch but vowed to remember to Google them tonight and find out what they were up to by way of their blog.

The first hit on Google was the extended family’s website.  The second hit was the newspaper report of her death last December in an automobile accident.  The sadness is overwhelming.  I feel weightless thinking about it.  What a void her family must have in their lives– her parents and in-laws doted on her.  How her son must simply miss her for lack of knowing anything more complicated than she is gone.  How her husband must grieve and feel so lonely, he postively worshiped the ground she walked on.  She was such a delightful presence.  She filled a room with her personality.

I’m so sad.