A third attempt at this blogging business. |
30DBC PROMPT: "Blog. Tell us about your week. Include your favorite blog entry from your fellow challengers from the preceding week and, most importantly, why." Happy Sunday, folks! It's another episode of the "Sunday Review" during the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() There are a lot of challengers this month, maybe more than I'm accustomed to. That's a good thing, because more people means more viewpoints. On the downside, my lousy memory can't keep up with all of them. There was no shortage of great entries this week, which means I need to start some kind of personal system to remember them all...perhaps going the full-circle route and keeping a notebook and pen handy when I sit down to read will help me, so I can feel like the entries that stuck with me the most throughout the week will get the accolades they truly deserve. After going back and looking at some of the prompts for the week, I'm somehow stuck on "You have 30 seconds to give a speech to the entire world population and after you finish, you will die. What would you say?" as being my favorite prompt this week. Before I get any further, I have a suggestion/question for Emily ![]() ![]() Anyway, I enjoyed Jeff ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I also enjoyed A*Monaing*Faith ![]() ![]() ![]() Lyn's a Witchy Woman ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Well, another week has been committed to the blogosphere, and I salute everyone who's made it this far. It's only good things in the grand scheme of what we do. BCF PROMPT: It's Sunday...a day of rest. No need for a prompt. In that case, I'll use this opportunity to fill in some of the cracks I left during the week under the guise of "just blog". Cortland County's Work Experience program sucks giant balls. I can't physically sweep and mop a large hallway at the highway department, especially when it's highly trod and grease and silt are the primary residues in the vicinity. What sucks more is that we heard "Good job!" from the site supervisor after Tuesday, which can only mean he'll like us to be back more often. If I was being paid as a full-time employee, I might feel differently (and that floor would be so goddamned clean you could eat off it), but the overall feeling of it is wearing thin on me. It's not my crowd and it's not my kind of people. I am ok, however, with being shipped off to the Church Of The Fifteen Hungry Senior Citizens (as long as the DSS picks me up afterwards, and promptly). The work isn't ball-busting, I get some coffee and a hot meal, and I can relax a little when I need to. Even though I was a stumbling, lost mess in the absolute middle of nowhere after Thursday's "we came to get you but there was no one there" debacle when I had to use the bathroom in lieu of waiting for the van to pick me up instead of waiting outside of an otherwise locked church, and the van showing up earlier than expected, I do actually enjoy working at the Scott nutritional site. (I love how there's this big technical name for feeding old people...must be a reason for it somehow.) I think I got a cold (from trying to walk home from Scott), but I guess if you don't have symptoms all day long you probably are fine. I've waken up the last few days with a sore throat, stuffiness, and a bad attitude. I doubt that Tuesday (when I go back to work) I'll still be suffering, but there's a small part of me that really wants to stick it to them for taking off without me. MUSICAL BREAK!! Well, I started this entry not long after I got up. And I should only be so lucky to feel this blessed. THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() I think I've said enough for today. Time to get my rest on, I figure. Peace, you're not my church, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |