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In previous posts I discussed corporal punishment and my Texan friends’ acceptance of it. Looks like CNN followed my lead.

While James Dobson is against corporal punishment in middle and high schools, he agrees with teachers physically harming the young and vulnerable elementary school students:

"It can be useful for elementary students, especially with amateur clowns (as opposed to hard-core troublemakers). For this reason, I am opposed to abolishing spanking in elementary schools because we have systematically eliminated the tools with which teachers have traditionally backed up their word. We’re now down to a precious few. Let’s not go any further in that direction."

It’s come to my attention that I suck as a blogger. I’ll try to step it up. With baby steps. Let’s consider this my first.

Well, I did it. I gently placed my red zebra and crushed velvet pants in my bag for charity. Blogging adds a certain perspective that helps me see the folly of my ways. 

Besides cleansing my life of the superfluous, I’ve been exceptionally productive. Church this morning, saying more goodbyes, lunch at a local favorite, a spin class, closet packing, and what is sure to be the highlight of my life until my fiance gets here in four days … the special features of my latest Netflix masterpiece:  Everything you need to know about Beverly Hills 90210 Season 3. 

While it’s true that I sat on my couch this night, eating chocolate chips (hey, I have to get rid of my perishable food items) and watching the old 90210 gang celebrate as the class of ‘93, I had no idea that the special features would entertain me so. What’s better than watching Donna Martin eat pastries in France, or seeing her friends insure that she graduates? What’s more titillating than the love triangle between Dylan, Kelly and Brenda? What’s more attractive than David’s parachute pants or his vanilla ice moves? The behind the scenes look, with directors making fun of the characters and plot line. That’s what. 

And that is all I have to say, because like my packed boxes, I’m cutting out the nonsense and leaving only the imperative.  [youtube]INNKad_z4W8[/youtube]

It’s interesting to see how I assign value to things. For example, I didn’t know where the title to my car was, or that I needed to know where it was, until my dad came to visit and we were doing inventory on my car. For those unfamiliar with OCD inventory, that means organizing the glove compartment documents in the proper order, by importance and then size. And it means looking over the records of services every 3,000 miles, tire rotations every 5,000 miles and something else I was supposed to keep track of but didn’t, because I didn’t assign it value. Read the rest of this entry »

There’s something so therapeutic about going through all of my worldly possessions and packing them up, knowing that I won’t see most of them again until I’m unpacking in a real house with a real husband. To the untrained eye, piles and boxes and bags fill my apartment, but I see essential items and semi-essential items and stuff I’m too embarrassed to let even a future Mr. Quepash see. Read the rest of this entry »

I used to blog often. But then I got busy or distracted or uninspired. I don’t want to blog right now, I’d say. I have to watch TV or do laundry or stare at the wall.

So what might bring me back to the blogging sphere?

That would be leaving my job, packing my stuff, moving 1,000 miles, finding a job and … getting engaged! Of course in the midst of all of that I can find time to blog! Expect a play-by-play description of the proposal in the near future. Right between organizing the contents of my life into piles and boxes and searching my soul to determine the best career move.

Here’s the story of our engagement:

I went to Colorado for the Easter weekend and to interview for a few jobs in Denver on Good Friday. Nick dropped me off at the interviews and waited in the car for me (one of the interviews was almost two hours long!) because he’s just perfect like that. Read the rest of this entry »

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