I am happy to announce that at this very moment I have finished entering and posting all of semester one's grades. I am at ZERO status as far as papers to grade!!
In the last three days, I have scored 177 hand written essays. Yup!! I'm that good!!
CHA CHA CHA!!!!
Dot
Bug on Don
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Poem
My parasitic twin is on the inside.
Her limbs are within mine.
Brain, spleen, heart, lungs,
all inside me.
I'll call her Baby.
Baby feeds on me.
She consumes my oxygen, devours my energy.
When I work she gets so tired I must rest.
When I am sad Baby gets a headache.
She doesn't like it when I am pissed or frustrated,
and she lets me know it.
We don't have the same inclinations as other twins often have.
Baby wants to go to strange places and do and see weird things;
I want to read a book, write, quilt.
Baby is restless.
She wakes me in the night and reminds me of all the bad decisions,
useless fears, stupid embarrassing moments that have happened in my life.
She chides me, throwing in my face all that is imperfect about me.
Baby would have done things differently.
No regrets, oh, no, she would have been proud of that or this.
She'd be somewhere exotic!
Once, I considered having her removed, but the surgery sounded too risky.
One of us might not make it. She didn't care.
Secretly, Baby hoped that I'd be the one to perish.
I fixed her; I opted to keep her
Trapped in me
Forever
Who's in charge now?
Dottie 2011
Okay, so I am not crazy nor am I suffering multiple personalities. I just saw this TLC special about a boy with a parasitic twin. That opened up so many possibilities and weird situations that I couldn't stop thinking about it. This is what came of all that obsessive imagining!!
Enjoy!!
Her limbs are within mine.
Brain, spleen, heart, lungs,
all inside me.
I'll call her Baby.
Baby feeds on me.
She consumes my oxygen, devours my energy.
When I work she gets so tired I must rest.
When I am sad Baby gets a headache.
She doesn't like it when I am pissed or frustrated,
and she lets me know it.
We don't have the same inclinations as other twins often have.
Baby wants to go to strange places and do and see weird things;
I want to read a book, write, quilt.
Baby is restless.
She wakes me in the night and reminds me of all the bad decisions,
useless fears, stupid embarrassing moments that have happened in my life.
She chides me, throwing in my face all that is imperfect about me.
Baby would have done things differently.
No regrets, oh, no, she would have been proud of that or this.
She'd be somewhere exotic!
Once, I considered having her removed, but the surgery sounded too risky.
One of us might not make it. She didn't care.
Secretly, Baby hoped that I'd be the one to perish.
I fixed her; I opted to keep her
Trapped in me
Forever
Who's in charge now?
Dottie 2011
Okay, so I am not crazy nor am I suffering multiple personalities. I just saw this TLC special about a boy with a parasitic twin. That opened up so many possibilities and weird situations that I couldn't stop thinking about it. This is what came of all that obsessive imagining!!
Enjoy!!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Today is January 6, 2011
2011 is such a big year for so many people. Briana is graduating from high school and going off to college. Don is retiring. Lots of my friends are having babies. BIG STUFF!!
I think this year I'll push myself a little to explore some writing. Mom has inspired me with her sweet, sweet little book.
Thanks, Mom!!
I LOVE your style!!
Dottie
I think this year I'll push myself a little to explore some writing. Mom has inspired me with her sweet, sweet little book.
Thanks, Mom!!
I LOVE your style!!
Dottie
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