Its time to share my opinion, and mine alone, on texting. I'm old school with regards to writing. Long flowing letters filled with information and emotion. I find Texting, cold, short, impersonal. I just can't get into it. I still try to type long flowing missives, but they don't fit in the space allowed. Guess that's the problem - allowable space.
I've never been one to respect borders or fit into anyone's definition of space, except, perhaps, outer. I think and live big; I talk loud; I take up my space and more. I exceed my own expectations and I hold others to that level as well. I see more than the words written and feel more than the message conveys and texting only leaves me wanting. I want a conversation, an answer and affirmation. Instead I am left with questions not answered; feelings not expressed; and doubt as whether the message was even received.
Beyond that frustration is one more . . . I am an English teacher trained in 4 years of Latin conjugations and 2 years each of Spanish and Italian. I hate, detest, deplore and scream at misspelled words. I know texting is shorthand, its meant to convey a quick thought or answer a short question . . . but it is extremely difficult, almost utterly impossible, to not want to send back a reply including the correct spelling of a misspelled word!
K, im dun now.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A friend
A friend of mine has started a blog rejoicing in the blessings of her family.
I want to write about everything else. Hence, this blog
I'm going to use this forum to be talkative, loud and obnoxious, because my inner circle finds me very much amusing; and the outer circle might like a good laugh or two at my expense.
. . . so
tonite, I took my nephew driving (his 5th time out), as we passed his first "oncoming" car, I about burst at the look on his face - sheer panic and then determination to get through it. I am reminded of driving lessons with my dad. It was all just panic, panic, panic. I spent $1000 on driving lessons from one of those companies after one day on the road with Dad. A few years later, I taught my younger sister. No mailbox was safe and NY still hasn't passed that left on red law yet. Please feel free to comment with your first driving "experiences", I need something to read in the car while we practice!
I did, however, share with my nephew, the most awesome moon I have ever seen, and we both took a moment to appreciate it;
then I reminded him to put the car in park so it would stop rolling away . . .
I want to write about everything else. Hence, this blog
I'm going to use this forum to be talkative, loud and obnoxious, because my inner circle finds me very much amusing; and the outer circle might like a good laugh or two at my expense.
. . . so
tonite, I took my nephew driving (his 5th time out), as we passed his first "oncoming" car, I about burst at the look on his face - sheer panic and then determination to get through it. I am reminded of driving lessons with my dad. It was all just panic, panic, panic. I spent $1000 on driving lessons from one of those companies after one day on the road with Dad. A few years later, I taught my younger sister. No mailbox was safe and NY still hasn't passed that left on red law yet. Please feel free to comment with your first driving "experiences", I need something to read in the car while we practice!
I did, however, share with my nephew, the most awesome moon I have ever seen, and we both took a moment to appreciate it;
then I reminded him to put the car in park so it would stop rolling away . . .
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