I am student teaching and decided to build clay pots with 2nd 3rd graders. I realize now that the pot is to advanced for them. There was about 16 of them. I mean there is about 16 of them. Every time I turned around it was Mr., turn, Mr… turn yes, Mr….. “Ok, raise your hand if you need help.” I was kind of winging it. Their little hands can not move the clay like me, so need to rethink it. Perhaps a pinch pot would be better.

This looks like fun. A four prop Helicopter, the Parrot AR.Drone.

Here is a review.

High school buddy was in town and said lets do a hike. I said, “Ok, but not to far because my knee hurts.” He said, “Ok, but I forgot my heart medication, so don’t let me walk to fast.”
Nothing like a good laugh as you grow older.

Have returned from a non credit easy method writing course. One of the things that the teacher recommended was getting a writers cup. When ever you use that cup you write. So went a and got a cup as seen below. This is the first drink and first write from the cup.

The Writing mug.

The teacher said that she did not believe in writers block. Oh yea will how do explain what has been wrong with me for so long. Well she would probably say that I have to scheduled it in. She said that a plumber doesn’t say, “I have plumbers block.” That is funny, a blocked plumber?
One of my painter friends, bluevalentine.tv
, says, “Writers write. Painters paint.”
One of my issues is that I have many interest and perhaps a little ADHD. I tend to jump from thing to thing. If I get stuck I switch things. Unless of course I am doing something for someone else, i.e., an employer. In that case I may stay up until we hours of the night just to get the job done for them. For some reason I often lack that dedication for myself.

Fear? Perhaps. Fear of failure. Fear of success.

I have many stories in me. Often I can go off on long story telling jags, on a story drawn from my 22 months aboard fishing boats in the Bearing Sea and the Sea of Okhotsk. Of course I am afraid to blog about it, because someone could take it as their own. Once a guy I worked with started using funny fishing boat stories of mine for his comedy routine. Whoa there nelly, that is not okay. Then again when I tell people the stories they get a lot of joy out of them. Perhaps I should throw caution to the wind.

Perhaps I could write about something else.

Writers block. Well that has been my excuse for giving up on writing for magazines. When I graduated from college, close to 20 years ago, I worked as a investigative writer/photographer for a weekly montana paper, for $.50 a column inch and $3-$4 for photos. It was a 3 month trial and they didn’t hire me on. The editor said that I would be a great magazine article editorial writer. So I never did do that. I have written a couple of small college paper articles and did go on to write a fair amount of poems. However, it seems that writing has faded. Well until now this is the beginning of the new chapter.

Writers block is not an excuse. I have my new writing mug. Now I need to schedule in at least 15 minutes a day, as my teacher, Kathleen Dunnehoff, says, “15 minutes a day for 365 days and there is your novel.”

The new banner is from pictures I took at The National Bison Range. Which is located between Missoula, Montana and Flathead Lake, on highway 93. It is not often that you can see them that close to the highway.

4 Bison

I am in the final week of college. Have a big paper to do and find the Owl website useful. It has sample APA papers and even a grammar blog.

One could feel an incredible energy while standing on the shore.
Almost like being on the shore of the ocean.
If only that energy could be funneled into my being.

Perhaps it can be. What do you think?

I just don’t get it. I guy walks by, I glance over, OMG underwear. The top of his pants are at the bottom of his butt crack. I look at his face and think, “He looks like a normal human being.”
Help me understand.

From what I have heard, this is a practice of male prisoners who are inviting other male prisoners to ah….

Why do you think this octopus steals the camera?

This Octopus uses a coconut shell as shelter.