One Sentence Wednesday: Vision Board

A beginning---still have more to add!

I am participating in Organicsyes's online vision board workshop today---join us!

One Sentence Wednesday

Today was Biography Day at school and BIG's most dramatic, emphatic line in his speech was. . . . .

I AM Dwight D. Eisenhower.

One Sentence Wednesday

I spend too much time. . . . .

reading blogs--grading papers--wiping noses--planning class--posting to Blackboard--scheduling chimney repairs--finding babysitters--making dinner--checking homework--
cleaning up dog vomit--
watching reality TV

to post on my own blog.

One Sentence Wednesday

A quote from me, one minute ago. . .

"It's one sentence Wednesday---oh crap."

One Sentence Wednesday

I have been down in the dumps for quite some time now, due to coping with the practically nomadic existence of the Head Monkey whilst trying to properly care for Big, Middle, and Little, but after reading this and this, I have gained some perspective and launched a plan.

Thanks to Kate and Lydia from Rants from Mommyland and Gretchen Rubin's Happiness Project.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

One Sentence Wednesday

Warning: This is long. Not one sentence. But still germane to the overall spirit of the one-sentence idea. Bear with me.

In addition to holding the title of Wrangler of Cheeky Monkeydom, I also have the great good fortune of moonlighting as a professor to college-age cheeky monkeys who are studying to be cheeky elementary school teachers. Last Wednesday, some of these students of mine decided it would be fine to text during class and that certainly I WOULDN'T NOTICE.

HA. Don't they know who I am?

I'm The Wrangler, she who knows and sees all in Cheeky Monkeydom, the Home Front AND Cheeky Monkeydom, College Edition.

Well, when I get irritated I strategically choose words from my large vocabulary arsenal to lob at my intended victim(s), which typically results in blank stares. Here was the one sentence that got the attention of the College Monkeys last Wednesday. . .

Before you leave today, I would be remiss if I didn't mention that this classroom is quite small, and that I see everything, including those of you who find it necessary to surreptitiously text during class.

Fast forward one week.

Today was my lecture on vocabulary, which happens to be one of my faves. I love words---I am a regular logophile (it's not dirty---look it up, Wise Woman). I mentioned to my class that when I get irritated, I tend to use much more elaborate and precise vocabulary. Don't you know that those cheeky monkeys morphed into HOWLER monkeys, quoting me verbatim from last week's fatwa on texting! I guffawed!

Here is one student's very cheeky rendition of last's week's class. . . .

In case you are wondering, the irate woman is me.

Happy Wednesday.

One Sentence Wednesday

Here's a new thing I'm trying. . .distilling all of my thoughts and concerns of the day into one sentence. On Wednesdays. Hence, One Sentence Wednesday.

Putting structure and limitations on the written form is certainly not a new idea (think: haiku), but it does force the writer to be more precise and creative OR thoughtless and banal (think: the I'm so tired status updates on Facebook and Twitter). Here's hoping my lines won't cause you to yawn. Think and or chuckle is what I'm going for here.

And, without further ado, the first One Sentence Wednesday:

The orajel/ibuprofen cocktail is, in my estimation, man's single greatest invention, and very well may save my sanity.

The end.