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 |   You never know what you'll find - humor, ramblings, rants, randomness- it's all me! |
This description part is challenging. I never know what I will blog about until I start typing. I do know there will be typos. I don't reread or correct my blog. Otherwise it turns technical instead of my feelings and thoughts. Trust me, on stories and poems I'm a grammaraholic, but this is freedom. Sometimes to keep it from getting too personal, I even turn my head away while I type. Weird, right?. I hope you find this somewhat entertaining, thought-provoking, and humorous.   A little about me. The most important things in my life are family, especially my son, Reese, and my husband, Bruce, my walk with God, and making a positive impact in some way. I am a teacher, currently teaching 6th grade Language Arts. While at times my job can be trying, overall, it is one of the most rewarding passions in my life.   This is my wonderful son, Reese. He is now 20 and and a junior at Oklahoma State University. I may be partial, but he is an exceptional kid with the best heart I've ever known. He makes me laugh, think, and want to be a better person. We are both huge Oklahoma State Cowboy fans - Gooooooo Pokes!  This is Reese's dog, Betty. She shares a name with my mother. Reese named her that because she was beautiful and kind just like his Nanny (my mom). I'm not sure my mom is quite convinced it is a compliment though. Betty is a huge part of our family. She even had her own blog for awhile. Poke around at your leisure and shake your head at some of things that go through mine. I always return reviews/comments, though admittedly, sometimes it does take me awhile depending on what life is serving me at that point. Keeping the faith, Audra  |
| blog for June 25 - caught up! If I Believed In A Good Kind of Sore, This Would Be It I don't, however, believe in a good kind of sore. In my world, sore equals pain, and pain is rarely seen as an asset. It's like someone saying, "Wow, I just had a huge projectile vomit, but it was the good kind of puke." It doesn't exist. Puke is your digestive food causing a riotous strike and refusing to travel out the correct orifice. Therefore, pain is pain - not good. I am sore from turning our basement into a place I will enjoy going in without panic induced seizures from fear of: rats, mice, ticks, spiders, scorpions, unidentifiable critters, snakes, and squatters. Even if they are friendly squatters, I would no doubt scream from the shock of them huddled in a corner of the basement. I blame too many viewings of Criminal Minds. We did find a petrified mouse today, but my son must have been tired today because he disposed of it without trying to scare me with it. Or either he could tell I was getting sore from lifting and scrubbing and had a heart. I think sweeping actually hurts my back the most. Again, do you ever hear someone say, "Wow, this is the great kind of back pain"? The thing about pain from activity is you know it is going to suck worse tomorrow and maybe even the next day. Basically, I now realize I get to experience the good kind of sore for at least 3 days. Go, me! But, wow, you should see the basement (or at least the before and after pics), Audra Gratitudes: 1. I'm caught up on my blog for the month of June. 2. I am at the point that I am certain the basement will get finished. 3. I am thankful that I didn't have to go into town for errands today. 4. I appreciate people that are appreciative. (Wow, that sounds redundant - but I mean when they don't take kindnesses for granted) |
| blog for June 24 - one more entry and I'm caught up! Thank You, Zola! You Made My Day! How can you not love a dancing gorilla in water reminiscent of Flash Dance - unarguably one of the greatest movies of our time. (Don't contest this; your words will fall on deaf ears as I will have my Walkman playing 'She's a Maniac' at full blast. I don't think I even need coffee or Spark this morning. Zola, you have me charged up ready to battle the basement. I've never had any strong feelings towards gorillas (which is good since there are probably laws against that in Oklahoma). By that, I mean they've just kind of been there. I didn't love them or abhor them. Granted, I wasn't thrilled at watching them eat their own puke or throw feces at almost every visit I've ever had to the zoo. Not that I have gone to the zoo in the last 20 years. I hate it. It's hot, crowded, doesn't smell pleasant, and all the animals you really want to see hide. I don't blame them. I'd hide too if it was hot and people were yelling at me and snapping pictures of my every awkward move. Zola the Dancing Gorilla has won me over though. How can you not love life watching this video? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qm5aPK74YyU I'm still not going to the zoo, but I will watch this video over and over in the cool comfort and solitude of my home. Dance like no one is watching even if the world is, Audra Gratitudes: 1. Well, of course, I'm thankful for the joy Zola brought me this morning. 2. I appreciate nice, cold bottled water. 3. I am grateful that writing provides me a creative and therapeutic outlet. 4. I'm thankful for God's forgiveness and grace. |
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