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A recovering cynic with a penchant for sarcasm, I'm a teacher and a newlywed in suburbia.

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Friday, April 08, 2005

pretty in pink


Flower
Originally uploaded by Rosaholic.
Tomorrow, weather permitting, I will plant pink and white petunias in my front yard, beneath the weeping cherry that is now barren of blossoms. My husband will make new homes for pink azaleas and hostas in the backyard next to the fountain. Life is good.

posted by lit lover at 6:15 PM |

Thursday, April 07, 2005

yesterday


2004-04-08_13-08-56
Originally uploaded by miyana2m.
Today it is gray and dark, gloomy in fact. I have only 35 more essays to grade in this marathon, and yet, it feels like a hundred still to go. My usually cheery office feels cold and dungeonlike.

But yesterday, I walked under trees like the ones in the picture, and the wind blew, and petals cascaded through the air like snowflakes, fragile and temporary. But beautiful.

As Paul McCartney so succinctly expressed, "Now I long for yesterday."

posted by lit lover at 9:19 AM |

Monday, April 04, 2005

spring has sprung


Finally, it's here!

posted by lit lover at 2:19 PM |

slacker no more

It's official. According to Tickle.com, despite all my anecdotal evidence to the contrary, I am not a slacker.
Hey -- you're no slacker. You're just fronting. Lucky for you, you're not too uptight either. You've struck that wonderful balance between slacking off and keeping busy. It's not an easy task, so congratulations. Your efficiency and determination let you work in a timely manner. And that laid-back approach means that you'll never get too stressed out. Sometimes you're pulled in two different directions, but you know how to handle it. You can take control of a situation without strangling it. This healthy style of work will lead to both success and happiness. What more could you want?

posted by lit lover at 5:28 AM |