All posts for the month January, 2019

If I were a panda, I would be terribly interested.

Published January 6, 2019 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

As I have mentioned, I get my news from a variety of sources. Sometimes I just can’t stand CNN and Huffiington Post anymore (Nothing against those sites, it’s just I feel like I’m trapped in the words episode of Black Mirror and I’m supposed to stay calm.)  So when I just can’t take it anymore (Day 14 of shutdown, anyone?) I go to either Bored Panda or Buzzfeed.

I kind of like the idea that a bunch of panda’s sat around trying to figure out what to do with their free time. (I’m assuming this is after they have finsished their meal prep. Seriously, if all they eat is bamboo, why are they so girthy? I don’t have anything against girthy, but if I am going eat salad all day and stay chunky, I would rather have the fun of cookies.)

So the Bored Panda Board generally has a good balance of truly intersting, wow, I didn’t know that, and how dumb are people? That’s enough to keep me fairly entertained so I don’t want to poke my own eye out so I don’t have to go back to work on Monday.

I think every teacher everywhere is feeling the same way. Now, I truly love my job and genuinely cherish my students.  I’m getting a new student and there’s still a lot of balance that is needed after the addition of the last new student, but I digress (Quelle Surprise!).

Right now, I’m avoiding working on the last article I’m working.  It’s kind of like avoiding homework, except someone is paying me.  I do realize that it’s kind of pointless to avoid writing by writing. It’s nuts.   But then again so am I. Not sure about the pandas.


The road, it goes on.

Published January 4, 2019 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I’m not even going to pretend I know what that title means.  Creating a title has always been my weakest skill as a writer. (I know, you would think it’s parentheticals and run on sentences. Who knew?)

So here we are on the fourth day of the New Year. I’m a little out of it because I’ve had the last two weeks off of work and I kind of don’t really know what’s going on.  I haven’t been as vigilant with the news as I usually am. Seriously, I start every morning with a quick glance at CNN so I know what shoes to put on mainly because I am responsible for the safety of 11 children and if armegeddon is nigh, I definitely want to be ready. ( To be fair, I am almost always ready. )

I am planning to go have lunch with The Mom. She warned me that a sinkhole has opened up near the restaurant where we are planning to have lunch.  Now I think that is a pretty specific sign that maybe we should go somewhere else.

I’m a little amazed that I had no idea that this was happening. An actual sinkhole, on one of the most traveled paths in my city.  It’s insane.

Speaking of insane, this government shutdown is still going on. I have had several people tell me that this really doesn’t affect me and and that I should calm down already.  ( I get that a lot.)

My father was a govenment employee and I know that any pause in our finances would have been difficult. We wouldn’t have had a complete collapse, but it would have been challenging.

There are many people who are on a very tenuous hold, financially and they can’t, just can’t afford to miss a planned cash flow.  Here’s how this affects me:

I am not in close contact with someone dependent on government paychecks.  But if one person runs out of money, it affects all of us. Even beyond money, a tantrum thrown by a grown man is causing the loss of hope and money to people who have chosen to work for our country. This has got to be soul scarring.

What is going to happen when/ if this tantrum ends?  We are going to have a group of angry, psychologically dented broke workers.

And that affects all of us.


Three days in

Published January 3, 2019 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I’ve been meaning to write for several days now, but my first world problems got in the way. WordPress would not let me post anything and instead of writing my thoughts in a document, I just slugged about.

I’m trying to cram in the last few moments, hours etc of low tension relaxing.  I have to go back to school on Monday. The kids come back on Tuesday.  BatBeard won’t be here until maybe Monday night.  I am thrilled about this.

I knew what I was getting into when I fell in love with an actor. I know that Christmas is the only time of the year where actors can consistently work.  I know that. I also know that this is the beginning of the third year of coming in a distant second to a pirate ship.

I know, I know, holidays are rough.  My holidays were a bit easier becasue I finally escaped the money pit and am now in my quaint little apartment.  But, the holiday was a bit harder because I didn’t go visit Batbeard so I didn’t have my sweetheart for Christmas or New Years. There .I’m done complaining.

We have many challenges ahead. I mean all of the we’s. We, the country, we the teachers, we the mothers, sisters, daughters,etc.  These challenges include the usual first of the year challenges, weight loss, drinking more water, working out, reading more, being kinder, being more productive. Some of us are even going to jump on the “Let’s do all of the above” bandwagon.  So what will, I, WriterChick be doing this new year?

I am going to focus on being healthier- I will be 50 this year

I am going to focus on being patient-I have four incredibly challenging students and I get another one on Tuesday

I am going to focus on getting stronger- Everyday I truly believe we getting closer to Armegeddon. I know I have been saying this sine 1992, but it’s still true

I am going to focus on letting go of the things I can’t change-Seeing BatBeard whenever I want. He is an actor and he is happiest when he is performing. My brothers rampant alcholism. He is no longer the brother I grew up with and he will not quit drinking until he is forced to.  I have chronic insomnia and the only way to deal with this is to keep regular hours.

I have accomplished many things. I get to celebrate them. Being proud doesn’t equal pompous.

I don’t have to do everything today.  It’s okay to stop because you are tired.


Happy New year people