one of those weeks where I feel like I have so much to say, but no idea how to say it.
Have you seen or read the book about men being waffles and women being spaghetti. Well today, this is definitely what my brain looks like.
I would say often, I am a waffle kind of girl. I like things in their boxes. I like to color in the lines. I like to cut my waffles on the lines and eat them in their neat little squares...
So, personally, I don't experience this feeling very often - the feeling of not knowing what I am thinking or how to say what I am thinking.
Not that any of you would have thought I have trouble saying things. Because its definitely been obvious since I was a very little girl that talking would not be a problem that I would ever have.
Not talking, now that might be a problem. As evidenced by my very first kindergarten "report card", it was a slight problem.
Now I don't know how you were graded in kindergarten, but I was graded with numbers.
One being the best and four being the worst (well, I don't think my kindergarten teacher would have ever called anyone the worst at something, she was way to nice for that. Mrs. Hutchinson, you were so stinking cool and quite frankly you still are.).
I was a good little student at age 5 (well mostly 6), and I received mostly 1's and a few 2's.
However.
Talking was on the report card. I think maybe it even said excessive talking. It was good to get a one in that category - meaning very little excessive talking.
I got at least a 3. Probably a 4.
Not that any of you are surprised. If you were surprised that I talk a lot when I started this post, you won't be now. I told you I didn't have anything to say, but proceeded to enlighten you with a long story about how that almost never happens along with a random point about spaghetti and waffles.
Well, anyway....
Thanks for sticking around while I process all my thoughts. I will be posting soon on the brain waves that are oscillating back and forth up there.
(Thank you Physical World 101 and Dr. Larry for the correct verbiage for that sentence, because I am pretty sure that waves oscillate.)
I will leave you with a funny little picture of me graduating pre-school. Wasn't I a stunner?