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5 Random Thoughts

Mimi gave an open tag to whoever wanted to do the meme about 5 random thoughts about myself. I could not resist...

1. I really don't like driving school bus. It's not that I don't like the kids...I love them...I love their chatter...their innocence...their laughter...even their singing which drives me bonkers. It's the red tape of Headstart and their inability to communicate changes and stuff to me. And the pressure of having all those little lives in my care during a snow or ice storm is too much to handle.

2. I adore listening to Chip Ingram's radio program, Living on the Edge. He is a bible teacher who is practical and grounded and balanced. Yes, balanced. There have been many times that it has been his voice over the radio that has kept me from harm and talked me out of despair. He's funny too, and not afraid to show his humanity.

3. I like to play Scrabble. Like, I get competative about it. Mom and I used to play it on Playstation2 and we'd be at it for hours because whenever one of us would win, the loser would say..."Want to go again?" Sometimes we'd cheat and use "help"...but it was more fun not to, ya know.

4. I am discovering that I like to take pictures, thanks to a certain English friend wanting to see what I look like. I'm not very good taking pictures, yet, but I'll be looking at something now and I'll think---that'd make a great picture! Like the green blush on the mountains right now...beautiful. Like the daffodil at Mom's that I snapped at Easter time...a bulb that has lain dormat for at least ten eyars that has finally pushed it's way through to cunlight. I hope it turns out cuz it's something I'd like to post here.

5. I have to find a way to sneak out of the library as there is one of those people that you like to avoid here and I know if she sees me, she'll try to delay me. grrrrr.....

Comments

M. C. Pearson said…
Awesome! Well, you are obviously handling the school bus...boy it is a hard job! And I know about beurocratic nonsense (even if I cannot spell it!)

Scrabble huh? I love Canasta. My hubby and I call it Canasty though because we can get downright mean while playing it!

Photography! One of my passions! I loved Black and White photography...took more than a few classes in college. If you really are interested, get yourself a manual 35mm camera and you can do some incredible stuff. Takes a bit of fiddling to learn but it is so gratifying! I'll have to post more of my b&w's soon. I get so excited about that!

Thanks for mentioning me. MMMMwwwhhhhaaaa...big 'ol kissy poo for ya. Don't worry, I won't tell the Englishman! LOL. Yes, you too are adorable!
M. C. Pearson said…
TWO...I meant two not too. Sheesh! And I want to be a writer! :P
Jean-Luc Picard said…
I didn't know that you're a Scrabble player, Ciera. I've played that many times. Primarily, I like Mah Jongg. Monopoly is fun too.

With photography, Idon't take quick pictures, but always take time to size up a shot. I didn't know that your phtography interest has suddenly developed as a result of...
Ciera said…
Ah, so I have a few secrets left, do I, Jean-Luc?

Mah Jong is a bit addictive for me. Monoply has some bittersweet memories attached to it, but I still like to play it.

Yes, it's developed suddenly because of....
utenzi said…
Just how serious are you about Scrabble, Ciera? Have you memorized all the 2-letter words in the dictionary? That's the start of seriousness in my book.

Taking pictures only takes practice, Ciera. It's one of my favorite things to do and you can see some of my pictures on my pic blog, if you'd like.

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