Ramble, ramble, ramble, rable, rabble
I just read an old post of mine that said that Trasie keeps making me read things that make me think. Still true.
Been reading the paper again recently. I prefer the Winnipeg Free Press or even The Globe and Mail. Don't get those right now. But The Sun gives away free papers every morning and sometimes I pick one up. And usually what I read makes me angry. So what's a girl to do?!
Reading about the Occupy movement and its spread is getting me fired up. Then there's the Slut Walk going on in Winnnipeg, which I would have let other women worry about for me, except that the columnist in The Sun just totally made me mad.
And I'm getting all fired up and it just gets my energy up, and I want to read and drum and do stuff. And where the h#ll is the time?! Cause I'm also just as passionate about being a part of my family. I have a job I like, and need it to support my family. What free time I have I want to actually spend WITH my family. Too many things are so important and there's just not enough time.
This has been my constant frustration for all my days.
Or am I just screaming into the wind because I don't feel like tackling this pile of marking sitting on my desk staring at me?
Been reading the paper again recently. I prefer the Winnipeg Free Press or even The Globe and Mail. Don't get those right now. But The Sun gives away free papers every morning and sometimes I pick one up. And usually what I read makes me angry. So what's a girl to do?!
Reading about the Occupy movement and its spread is getting me fired up. Then there's the Slut Walk going on in Winnnipeg, which I would have let other women worry about for me, except that the columnist in The Sun just totally made me mad.
And I'm getting all fired up and it just gets my energy up, and I want to read and drum and do stuff. And where the h#ll is the time?! Cause I'm also just as passionate about being a part of my family. I have a job I like, and need it to support my family. What free time I have I want to actually spend WITH my family. Too many things are so important and there's just not enough time.
This has been my constant frustration for all my days.
Or am I just screaming into the wind because I don't feel like tackling this pile of marking sitting on my desk staring at me?