Okay, so I missed November 1st, but I plan to participate in the 30 posts in 30 days for the National Blog Posting Month challenge! I learned of this lovely activity from my dear friend Laura, who has recently ABANDONED her blog because she's crazy busy with school. When I checked her blog yesterday (like I do EVERY day) I found that she has revived her poor, lonely blog and is now posting every day! Yippee and hooray for me! So, after I thought about it for all of 30 seconds, I decided I should do it too. From the perspective of a writer, it's a great idea: trying to generate quantity before worrying about quality, just like I try to tell my kids to do in their writer's notebooks. I can sift through all the mediocre stuff later and hang on to the really good "gems" of writing that I might (possibly) come up with. The only downside: the four people who read my blog will have to read everything. Everyday. Well, I guess they wouldn't HAVE to, but I would appreciate it. I mean, there's only four of you and that INCLUDES my mother, who pretends like she doesn't read this, like she only checks it every once in a while, but I know better. She's my Mom. C'mon.
So that's that. And here's my thought for the day, or rather, just a random thought that I came up with in the hallway at school and would love to leave here for you to ponder:
Where do you think the phrase, "I hate your guts" comes from? I mean, how can you hate someone's GUTS? Do you think it just means, "I hate you to your very core?" or "I hate all the things that make up you?" or do you think some kid somewhere, probably in the 1950's, couldn't come up with anything better so he just blurted out..."I hate..........YOUR GUTS!" and everyone went "Awwwww, no he di'int!" Okay, "No he di'int" was probably not thrown around in the 50's, but you know what I mean.
Now ponder and reply, people. This is important stuff!
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