Category Archives: teaching

How to be successful without even trying.

Mimi Weddell Blogger

Develop a love for learning. ♡

If we can all agree that we got here now today thanks to the support of friends and loved ones I think we can also agree that it is also thanks to people who have motivated us.

One of my favorite teachers whom I’m grateful to is a man named Mr. Phil McGreevy. For some reason when I was going into high school I was told there was an experimental math class where ‘bright’ students were going to be experimented on. Like little hamsters. I still consider myself to be lucky that I was chosen to be in this class because the 24 of us had the honor of having the same students with the same teachers for the four years of high school.

Consistency, Relevancy and Going the Extra Mile.

Mr. McGreevy was a great teacher for so many reasons but mostly because he took the time to slowly explain everything from the start to the end. I always felt I could ask him at any time any question with out him getting angry. I loved the way he wrote on the blackboard because he had nice writing. He was consistent because he did things like draw squares around the answers. He also seemed to choose relevant homework.

Even though I had him for four years I remember one day when he asked who was interested in getting straight As – he was offering a Saturday workshop. Like most of my students they’d LOVE to have straight As but for various reasons their grades are all over the board. Most of them do follow what Mr. McGreevy called the Bell curve where he demonstrated that most students lie somewhere in the middle. I always wanted to be one of the students with the As. Maybe if I just did that little bit extra it would pay off.

Pay attention ~ here’s the key.

I attended his class and after doing various exercises and reading he got to the point of the argument. He said,

If

If

If

If you want to get straight As then all you have to do is develop a love for learning.

I was shocked. I was little bit disappointed because I thought he was going to give me the answers to that Friday’s test. I had to love learning?

Who loves learning? We only went to school because we had to. Love learning. That was the key. He was right. I don’t care how many times my mother could tell me about the starving children in Africa who didn’t have shoes or school it still didn’t make me want to study.

I don’t actually remember doing homework although I do remember it was assigned. I’m pretty certain I did it either during another class or before the class started. I’ll have to check with my classmates on that one.

I do agree that the key to learning is to develop a love for learning. I since have gone on to become a teacher. I found something even more important and that is the love of teaching. I truly love being infront of the kids and seeing them smile. I feel like it is an enormous privilege and honor to have this responsibility. I try to do my best with it.

One day I’m going to retire from teaching and just be an American living in Italy with her family and garden. God willing. In the mean time, I’m going to love learning.

My last day on earth. It’s all going to be okay.

It almost always seems impossible until it's done. ♡

I was thinking to myself. I said, Self, what if today was your last day here on earth?

So I thought, I know, I better make a list of things I need to do.

A list! For Goodness sakes. It’s my last day on earth and the only thing I can think of doing is making a list?

Okay I know it’s a morbid way to start a post but I think it’s good to think about our lives and what we have accomplished. I told one of my classes, If I were to die today please write on my grave, ‘She loved life.’ Can someone do that for me?

I’m happy to report I don’t think I’d change a single thing in my life. I feel complete. I feel lucky. I feel blessed. I feel like I’ve learned something along the way. I feel I am making, if not at least trying to make a positive contribution to my world.

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♡ A friend is NOT the person who says, 'Stop what you are doing before you make a fool of yourself.' but is the person who says "Let's make fools of ourselves together.♡

♡ A friend is NOT the person who says, 'Stop what you are doing before you make a fool of yourself.' but is the person who says "Let's make fools of ourselves together.♡

500 friends on facebook! Ha! That’s a laugh.

I know that when new friends go on facebook and see that, they must be put off just a bit. How in the world could I possibly know 500 people? I don’t. I am a teacher. And a blog writer. This year I have 150 new students. I have a bunch of friends from high school too. I think there are also some friends I have met from travelling. If you’d like to become a fan, just click here.

I can count my closest friends on my hands and they know who they are.

My Bucket List

1. A clean house.

That’s probably about it. My house is spotless as I write because I have just cleaned for the last four hours. So does that mean I’m clear to go? My family is with me and laughing. I am healthy. What else can a girl want? For the moment I can’t think of much.

I’m a little bit concerned about children of divorced parents. My eldest son is nine and that is the time my dad left for another woman. I think that’s why I clean all of the time. Oh well. There could be worse consequences.

Children of Divorced Parents

I love the ballet.♡

I love the ballet.♡

A strange thing happened this week at school. A girl still doesn’t have her class book and we are almost two months into lessons. I have written the mom and asked the girl every time I see her what’s up.

Well, now she has a book because I made a couple of phone calls. Looks like mom lives here and dad lives there and she’s just trying to make it through the day. Stories like this break my heart. She’s 13. If you saw her you’d say she looks 17. She’s a pretty girl with long curly hair. She’s sweet and she’s polite. When we gave her her new book, her eyes lit up like a child. I bet she does well in my class. I just have a feeling.

Another one of my students is comes and goes as she pleases. She’s only 12. Again mom’s here and dad’s there. So noone really knows how she passes her days. Now her life is part of my life and as I teacher I question how far I should go to intervene? Call her parents? Go pick her up and bring her to school? I have made phone calls. I’m keeping an eye on her.

They say kids whose parents have divorced are victims. Well, I felt like a victim for years, but I no longer do. Do you know why? Because I have decided I don’t want to feel like a victim. So I don’t. Words in this case are just labels. It’s part of my life, it’s who I am. And it is in the past where it belongs.

Day to Day, Minute by Minute, Breath by Breath, Step by Step

Being a teacher. Talking to parents. Talking to students. Being a mom, making it through another day, trying to thrive. Being a wife, taking care of myself, my house, my being and my surroundings. Adding a little bit of something that makes life beautiful, like candles, like flowers, like pinecones and kids’ handmade toys on the table and window. Being polite. Learning. Writing. Teaching. Sharing. Just life.

I’ll tell you one thing is for sure. It’s a good life and I’m not going to pass my last day here making a list.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for stopping by. Have a nice day.

Julie

Bloggers Blogging about their Blogs and such.

☆But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.☆ Isaiah 40:31

I know this blogging business has gotten out of hand when bloggers blog about other blogs and we lose the focus of what this whole blogging business is about. That is sharing, learning and trying to make this world a better place through our words and through our examples.

My goodness that’s a lot of Bs in one sentence.

Since coming back home a few weeks ago and getting back to school, I feel like life has been a whirlwind of events, places, people and meetings. It’s okay. It’s fun when it’s not tiring.

The last English teacher to be given a good teaching contract from the government just received her nomination. She was born in 1954. So, maybe in ten more years time I can hope for the same. For now I’m thankful that I keep getting called back for what is the best I can possible hope for, which is an annual contract.

I don’t mind. The biggest challenge of having an annual contract is having to switch schools every year. That means new teacher’s lounges, new directions, new faces, new ways of doing things. I got lucky in a way. I was told that the school I’m working at is the best in my area. It’s true. It is good. What that also means is that there are quite a bit of standards set. Or, maybe I’m just imagining.

I’m cool like that. I like the kids. I like getting down to business and studying. Today we got a step further because I had the kids WRITE and I mean WRITE their hearts out. I’m just giving them time, space and the resources. They do the rest. I hope they enjoy it. I doubt it. They would probably rather be on facebook.

I am having a hard time keeping track of people. I started this blog a year ago with a few friends on my friend’s list. Maybe 100. Now I have 500. No, of course, they are not all true FRIENDS friends. They are people who I have met on facebook and from blogging.

But I have to say, some of them have actually because intricate part of my lives and for this I am truly thankful. They write things to me that encourage me to keep blogging ~ things like they like my blog. Well, thank you. :)

That doesn’t include people like my mom, dad, brother and sister who are paid readers. ;)

And, yes, of course, the students who write get extra credit and a plus in the grade register if they leave me a compliment. I’m JOKING. Although it wouldn’t hurt.

So with the help of my friends I’ve found my classes, I’m getting my books and most importantly I’m making headway with our sports’ foundation. We are getting our mural painted and have already got the base done, thanks to friends who love to contribute.

If you haven’t joined our little league fan club, please feel free to. It’s just for fun.

Hope this post finds you lucky and in love.

Julie

Minerbio Lupi little league baseball team, jbulie’s blog and readers: Promoting sports and academics while aiming towards excellence.

Happy Simple Life ✩ I seem to have misplaced my social networking strategy. ✩

Hey guys. If you are new here, welcome. If you are one of my return visitors THANK you so much for following my blog. :) You guys ROCK. I have the best blog readers IN THE WORLD.

t h a n k  y o u  v e r y  m u c h {smile}

just a little bit of fun ~ it's okay you know.

It’s been quite a day here. All things are new and lovely. a car, a job, two new schools, bugs, a really big spider, card games, friends, a painted wall at our baseball field.

t h a n k  y o u  v e r y  m u c h {another smile}

I think the highlight of my day was seeing my two boys walking together to get their backpacks to come home from school. They have the same walk. Sometimes I would swear they are twins separated by three years. I loved hearing my elder son giving my younger son advice.

My little guy walked out of school declaring “We didn’t learn ANYTHING.” I think his high hopes were quickly let down. My big guy explained the rules of the game. “On the first day, you don’t learn all of the letters. On the first day, you just play. On the other days you’ll just learn one or two letters.”

I could have melted. They both have their lists of things to bring and it is LONG. It seems to never end.

{later}

I was greeted today by my kids after their school with hugs and kisses. I mean a lot of kisses. They told me they learned things and you could see that they truly had a good time. It’s such a relief as a mom to know your kids are happy. Later we played bball. I love my baseball games. I was born to be a baseball mom. I never miss a chance to cheer my team on. That is when I’m not distracted by my friends. ;)

My job is going well. Teaching in this country is competitive, hard. I love it with my soul. They say you have to rule with an iron glove. I just concentrate on being strong. I could tell you stories that even I don’t believe in regard to comments I’ve heard in passing. But I wont.

t h a n k  y o u  v e r y  m u c h {ha ha!}

Just a quick question for you. I’ve noticed that most of my commenters on my blog are either blog owners or paid relatives. Is that a hint? Just kidding. I’ve gotten the most AMAZING comments from my readers and a lot of times people write to me on facebook. The one I loved most recently was a funny girl who said how my blog made her think and moved her.

Well. I also made one of my best friends cry. Sorry about that. I just want to let you know that your comments are important to me. As a blog writer, we work for comments but not all the time. Sometimes we are happy to know you are reading and hopefully smiling.

Hope this post finds you happy, lovely and in love. Smile. Believe in yourself. Have integrity. Forgive someone. Practice random acts of kindness.

L’unica che si riesce a rendere l’italiano cool. :) RM

Julie

All things beautiful and kind.

Were men and women meant to live in harmony together?

Somewhere, out beyond all ideas of right and wrong doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. Rumi

Why are men and women so different? Why do men love things that are dangerous and women love things that are sweet?

I live with three men. I grew up with three women. I can’t get over how different we are although sometimes we seem so similar.

Did God seriously divide the two of us at birth? Were we truly one being?

My boys like adventure films, action, shooting, guns, trains, airplanes and playing sports to name a few.

My girlfriends and I like shopping, kindness, cupcakes, decorating them, dressing up, clothes, hair and nails.

How in the world are we supposed to live in peace if we are so strikingly different?

Field Trip to Garda Lake

Field Trip to Garda Lake

I’m having a hard time these days saying goodbye to my students. I’ve gotten numerous comments from my readers, family and friends who have told me they can see how close we have become. It happens every year, I can’t help it. I love my job. I love being able to watch the kids grow.

The truth of the matter is that they are the ones who make me grow.

One day, I took two of my students to the center of town shopping. They would hand me t~shirts to try on. I would hold up a shirt and get the teenage big eyed face lights up yes, or the opposite eye rolled absolute no.

all things beautiful ♥•*¨*•✩♥

One day, I brought my two boys with me on a theater trip to the town center together with my class. The Italian professor gave me huge compliments. My boys deserved them. They behaved so well, just smiled, had fun and were part of the group. I particularly remember watching the theater performance from the box in the balcony. I had gone up there with my two boys to rest because there was a red velvet couch.

Slowly but surely my students spotted me, and came to keep me company. In the end there were nine of us in the box and my boys on their laps. My boys sat forward with their arms crossed, chin on their arms watching the entire theater performance. It was magical. ´¯`»¸¸.·☆

We have five more days together before we part ways. It this what it means to be a mom, wife and teacher?

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Did I say that summer started?

I take that back. We got a week off to refresh, reboot and restart. Well. Almost. I had four days off that truly were heaven. I spent them doing whatever my heart pleased while my two boys were outside playing with their friends and my husband was at work.

Thank you DustJacketAttic for the pic.

♥ behaving slash resting ♥

My husband by the way is an amazing cook if I haven’t mentioned that before. He made me the NICEST dinner last night that was so delicious, Italian, healthy and full of vitamin C. Want to know what? Potatoes, herbs and green peppers. I truly should have taken a picture for you guys but I think there are enough food blogs out there and I was famished.

After dinner I took a long walk run in the country. I took a few pictures about a month ago of the walk I take. Every time I go out there I keep thinking, wow, look how fast those vegis have grown. I have to hand it to the hard working farmers out here who have it down to a science.

I got my exam schedule today at school YIKES! It’s out of control. Seeing how I work for two schools, the administrators have to work out a schedule for me that allows me to follow all of my students. It’s going to be a tough next couple of weeks. They have me booked literally from morning to evening at two schools. Is that legal? I don’t think so.

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♥ I believe in you, I do. ♥

I’m calling my trade union right away. ;)

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Those who know me can attest to the fact that I am bad with appointments. It’s something stronger than me. I write down my appointments in two places in my agenda, then I add a reminder on my cell phone. None the less, even this week, I got TWO calls from meetings saying I was late and should have been there. Both times I told them I was On my way.

Strangely enough I managed to make both meetings before they started. Apparently there was a new calendar that had come out that I hadn’t seen. Oh well. Oops.

You?

Does your job involved living around a calendar? What’s your secret to keeping all your appointments? Do you write everything down? I know I kind of giggle when I miss appointments. I’m going to make all my appointments this week ~ if I could only remember where I left my agenda. :)

Thanks for visiting. Have a nice day. I appreciate your feedback.

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Learning how to blog.

I’m just playing with life guys waiting for my teacher to walk over here and tell me, hey you can’t write that. I’m no media mogul, although my sister called me a guru. Thanks sis.

It’s all so not serious. If we can’t play a little bit in life, then what fun is it?

This is my new shiney blog button ~ you may steal it. Yes, just drag it. :)

Thank you God for giving me a job I love where I work with smiling children.

It’s probably not the best habit to drive with the car mirror pointing towards myself. If you know me at all, you know I’ve been there. I’ve had the ups and the downs just like all of us. I make a decision every day to focus on the good. Focus on God.

I’m just making a decision here right now to play, have fun and be happy. I pray you are smiling, I thank you for your visit.

I’m organizing a giveaway starting this Saturday for probably four days. I was thinking about giving away another painting. Probably a small one due to mailing reasons from Italy. I guess I could do a big one too, but it would have to be sent rolled up. You’d have to frame it. Ikea frames are the perfect size.

As always I did some research on giveaways where I came across a super popular blog who wrote, I don’t like reading and I don’t like writing. I just had to stop short in my tracks and thought, Well then, why did you start a blog?

I just don’t get it. I don’t get a lot of things. But you know what, I’m willing to learn. I know I’m doing a good job because my junior high school students stop by and leave me positive comments. I know I’m doing well, when just one of my friends says, hey I can do that too. And most of the times much better than me. God bless you.

8th grade scholarship due month end.

There’s a scholarship for $500 worth of books at my junior high school approved by the city and aimed at only 60 kids in our school in the 8th grade. I asked the teachers if they were promoting this to the kids and they said they didn’t have time.

My jaw dropped to my chin. I LOVE competing and I love a good contest. All the kids have to do is write an essay about the 25th of April commemorating national freedom here in Italy. NONE of the kids wanted to do it.

You know what I did? I asked a janitor to get me a large piece of paper. She did. God bless you Silvia. She gave me three big blue poster size pieces of thick paper. During my lesson, I cut them into 9 long strips, and slowly but surely convinced nine students to participate, just by giving them the necessary tools. I guarantee you one of my students will win.

It's thanks to our forefathers who have fought for our freedom that we can sleep well at night.

With their strips, they folded them in half and made a book like looking presentation where they were told to put a title on the front, a collage on the inside front cover and an essay, or even magazine cut out words, showing how lucky we are to be living in peace. It’s thanks to our forefathers who have fought for our freedom that we can sleep well at night. Except for my insomnia:)

You want to know why? Because I BELIEVE IN THEM. Education is the key to success. I had the hardest and saddest history lesson today again about wars around the world. I was told there are 27 current wars. It breaks my heart every time. The one sentence that stood out for me was The kids don’t have alternatives. when they grow up in violent war ridden country. Its so sad.

A quick plug goes out to the wonderful sweet girls who came to talk to us from Emergency. They had three rules to help kids in need providing schools and hospitals to countries in war. Their offer was free service to anyone and neutrality.

Peace to you all. Promote peace. Promote believing in yourself. Tell your children they are awesome and they are our future. Give them what they need to make a difference.

Thanks for reading. As always please leave a comment.

Jules

Today we are joining the Pre Hab group on facebook as a preventive measure. Please join too.

jbulie’s blog helps friend start blog earning 800 new visitors in first 2 days.

Isn't it just great to see a friendly face after a long time?

I don’t think I can find one person out there who can argue that the launch of Tana’s blog, From Kenya with Love, last week was a complete success.

This is a clear case of the student jumping leaps and bounds over the teacher. That’s what I mean when I say that the learning is in the doing. I learn from you. It’s hard to explain, but here goes.

A couple of weeks ago Tana won a copy of my book Zero to Blog on my facebook giveaway. She told be that before she got to page 53 she had published her blog.

That’s when the journey began. The two of us have been laughing, publishing, growing and sharing. I hope you are joining us for the fun and thinking about how you too are going to start your blog.

Why did Tana’s blog get 800 visitors in the first two days it was up?

I’ll tell you exactly why.

1) She read my downloadable book Zero to Blog.
2) She took a risk.
3) She’s funnier than heck, sometimes silly too.
4) She tells REAL stories from the heart that are changing lives.

Can we all just have a group hug and say, well done?

laughed so hard

In my cool skype interview with her that lasted a couple of hours I found out some truly amazing information about what it is like to live in Africa.

I think she might have learned something about living in Italy.

Here’s the roundup.

♥ Some people pay $100,000 bucks for a Safari.

♥ It’s dangerous as you want it to be. Like when I moved to Italy and everyone said watch out for your purse. They say the same about Americans. It’s just fear guys. Don’t let it stop you from living.

♥ Oh ~ love you.

Like any country you learn where to go and where not to, there is crime everywhere in the world. That should not stop you.  Just learn how to protect yourself, listen to your instincts.  You get to know yourself even better by putting yourself out there. It is an amazing world with colourful people and wildlife.

♥ My sweet long blonde haired blue eyed goddess, single mom of three equally beautiful daughters had a charmed life that I think it is fair to say we can all envy. She GREW up with a lion raised in captivity, named Zamba.

She also suffered the heart ache and loss that comes with that intense love, I can only imagine.

♥ We spoke about how wonderful animals are for therapy, especially used for kids in schools. The way it works is the kids spend time with the animals and bond. I’d like to explain it better but I think you get the point.

♥ top of the line treatment for all of us ;)

♥ Her pops ~ I looked her dad up on wikipedia. Her dad, Frank Helfer, wrote a few books and I cannot wait to read them. Here’s all the info about her dad’s books and him.

♥ must read book ♥

♥ Tana and I have had a couple of fans. We love our fans. We worry when they go over board. She’s been in magazines such as Teen, People and TV Guide. I haven’t.

♥ I worked with Tom Cruise. Hold your breath guys. The story is forth coming. Maybe.

I hope you enjoyed reading this post and are inspired to share it.

There were a whole lot of other things Tana and I talked about like how teachers have can make or break students. I thank God at the moment for the cool teacher who wrote ‘Excellent’ on my essay when I was ten. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

As always, blog writers write for comments. Please leave your two cents below. Actually, to me, your comments are even worth at least five cents. Check your mailboxes for your checks. ;)

~ Julie of jbulie’s blog

19 reasons teaching is entertaining and inspirational.

Hey guys, welcome back. New visitors, welcome.

I started my blog three months ago. I have had over 3.000 visitors, made a video, published an eBook and made some great new friends.

teachers? angels?

I can’t tell if I’m talking to my sister, to myself or to the world. I’ll use my friend’s wisdom to concentrate on speaking to a small group of people.

My blog stats tell me there are about 60 people a day clicking over here.

Good to see you.

I suppose I could raise the bar and pretend I’m speaking at a big arena in front of 1000s of visitors but my ego isn’t big enough.

Hey! Hi Cynthia, Lisa, Barbara and Michelle. Have you met Jeff, Chris and Dr. B.? There are also a couple of new kids here, one from Sweden, Annika, and another American in Italy, Rebecca.

True Story

Yesterday I had the honor of being asked to substitute teach a class of twelve year olds. If any of you recall, substitute teaching sucks can be entertaining. Usually, it’s pretty hard to keep the students contained and a lot of the times they like to take advantage of the situation.

Not with me. I’ve been teaching now for 15 years and I’ve learned some great ways of getting attention, holding it and mezmerizing my students into using their imaginations and smiles.

Here’s something that works:

Just sit there and don’t talk.

books and flowers

I can do this for about two minutes.

I decided yesterday with this new group to just have a talk about what it’s like to be an American living in Italy.

First period 8 a.m., sleepy and happy.

I walk into class of 19 completely new faces. I introduce myself and tell the class I am happily married, have two kids, come from a good family and write a blog. I talk about what I feel is most important these days: being a good person, helping other people and flossing.

You see guys, kids these days have an entire new set of self discovery tools. A lot of the times, they don’t know how to make friends. A lot of them are shy, a lot of them are hysterically funny.

When they asked if my kids were bilingual, which they are, I found out that this small group of 19 kids came from all over the world including France, Sweden, Africa, Germany, Portugal, Bulgaria and Spain. Who would have known? I mistakenly thought they were all Italians.

Welcome.

I asked them if they had any questions.

Prof. In America, how do people get around?
I told them it depends on if you live in a big city or in the country. I told them how in New York city people take taxis, walk, bike or take the metro.

I told them in Los Angeles most people use their cars. I told them about how vast Los Angeles is, sprawling. I told them it takes two hours at least to drive from one side to the other.

How about you? Where you live how do you get around? I use a car although a lot of people take the bus. My neighbors all get around with bikes, God bless them.

Any more questions?

Prof, what is your favorite food?
That is a question that makes me love teaching. You see, kids are so cute and sweet and sincere that to them any question is a good one. I told them if I were to find myself on a desert island without any food, the one thing I would wish for more than anything would be a nice pizza. They all smiled.

They asked me if in America people ate Italian food.

I told them that America is made up of people from all over the world. Thanks to these influences Americans are given fantastic choices of foods such as Chinese, Mexican, Japanese, or Indian to start.

We talked about sports and identifying with famous people. You see these kids are just out of their little kid bodies wearing big people bodies. They look grown but they are just kids. When they write me essays about what they think, you can read anything and everything under the sun.

The class told me how one kid spends at least eight hours a day playing video games. He was over weight and sort of shy. It worried me. I told him I hope he finds a better balance in his life that includes learning, sports and some social activities. I’m not one to dish out the advice. I KNOW NOTHING. I just listen.

I told the kind bright kids I’m more than happy to have a discussion just as long as it’s in an orderly manner. They seemed to like that.

When the bell rang, I was approached by at least six of the students who told be about their various projects, magic vegetables, friends visiting from abroad who didn’t speak the language. They were so cute, beautiful actually, fresh and smiling.

I left the class smiling thanking God for the new experiences He presents me.

74th day blogging with 1650+ visitors. WT? Cranking out fresh smiley blog content daily.

I’m going to remove my blog stats feature from my blog about Italy. Blogging has taken over my life. I’m going to try to only check my blog visitor stats once a month. Uh huh. Yeah. Right.

Love life! painted by yours truly Julie.

I just want to let my nice readers know how I appreciate each and every click you have made. I have a feeling it’s probably just one crazy maniac who wants me to think I’ve got a cool blog and has nothing better to do so he/she is clicking endlessly on my site. Thanks maniac. You’re keeping me sane.

Today’s theme is going to be about multi-tasking and/or doing one thing at a time. How many things can you do at once? Or is it better to do one thing at a time?

I feel alive when I am doing a zillion things at once. I can have two chats going on in facebook, the phone up on my ear as I’m skyping with my mom watching my children and husband play, listening to a cd while the television is on in the background and the teapot is about to whistle that the water is ready. I’ve also got 10 windows open on my computer and am reading, writing and watching a youtube video. Did she really just say that?

On the other hand I consider myself an entirely simplistic person. Breathe in, count to 10, hold, count to 20, breathe out count to five, repeat. Relax, eat well, do yoga. You can only do one thing at a time if you want to do it well so stay in the moment and concentrate, right? Focus. I’d call this a dichotomy if I knew what it meant. It’s sounds like a fitting word, doesn’t it?

I just looked up dichotomy in wikipedia. It’s actually fitting. Take that Mr. ‘I’m moving on’ blog spam man.

Surprise!

What do you prefer? Everything at once or just one thing at a time?

Hey kids! How are you?! Great to see you. Guess what we did AGAIN today? Yes, we went to the theater in the center of town and got a tour back stage. I went with two shiny teachers and a class of 22 bright students. All the world is a stage. I’m singing and dancing. I happily volunteered to go on stage while the lighting technician showed us how the spot lights work. I must be attention starved because before you knew it a girl named Giada and I were making up a dance routine.

We got booed. We bowed.

Arena del Sole

Tomorrow evening we will all be attending a show. It looks interesting considering the main actor is a man dressed as a woman. Is this appropriate for teenagers? We learnt that the theater used to be a convent with nuns then Napolean was in town about 200 years ago (uh huh) – anyone checking this for correctness? Then the theater got auctioned off to a crazy man who sold leather goods. At least that’s what our guide said.

As far as multi tasking in concerned.

For some psychotic reason I decided to write a guide ebook to getting your blog started and how to make it bloom. I noticed some people are having a hard time getting their blog off the ground so I wanted to share that information. Then I started writing it. It’s not a bad book by any means but still? In Italian they have a saying called ‘chi melo fa fare?’ It means who is forcing me? Everyone I’ve ever met in my life is writing a book so what? The world needs MY information? I don’t think so. And secondly, why would I do that? To prove I can? Breathe Julie Breathe.

I could just take off the picture and that would be that. Only problem is that I’ve already written about 24 pages. Once I start doing something I like to follow through. I just don’t want to put out a mediocre product. I’ll let you know.

Hope all of you are fine out there. Have a great day. Be inspirational. Make the changes you want. Be the change you want. Believe in yourself. You can do it. I know you can.

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