t'other day shizam hizam decided to start at the very beginning of this piece of internet and read.
he then informed me that i should write more. looking back i did 'talk' more and now i just let the pictures do all the talking for me; but i can't help it. it's easier. also i'm unable to write well on demand. it just comes out 'eh' and not funny or self deprecating... my two favorite guns. in college i was noTORious for turning in my first or second paper drafts. yep, i did. why? because i would rather tweeze my arm hairs (or something ridiculous and painful) than spend hours editing stuff i didn't want to write in the first place. result was B's and sometimes C+'s on papers but i didn't care because i knew i could pass the exams with flying colors and bring my grade up (and i always got the max amount of points for recitation attendance and participation - sometimes those things count). it was rather a gamble on my part but i just don't like to 'try' to write. i'd rather get all worked up (good or bad) and furiously type a draft when i should be doing the dishes. sorry babe, i can't do it on purpose. but considering how amazingly accident and ridiculous situation prone i am there is no doubt that some sort of amazing and cringe worthy tale will pop up every now and then. admit it babe; p is way cuter and worth browsing over here for.
i'm also making a concerted effort to be 'nice'. i have to try very hard only to make wisecracks at myself (occasionally i slip up and throw hizam under the bus but, let's face it, that's the risk of being married to a family blog person)
and you forgot to mention that being "sarcastic" is a "sport" in the Sapienza Family :).
ReplyDeleteAnd might I add most of us excel in this sport ;) (although probably shouldn't brag about it, b/c well I am thinking it doesn't fall into the being nice category) :o)
I also like your writing b/c it makes me smile :)
Love you!
aunt c.