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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Documenting the trials and tribulations of sharing my writing. I know it will be a grand adventure. I'm sure I'll get a sore butt from the bumps along the way, but they are just part of the ride. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I've been overly busy this week and working weird hours. My weekend was supposed to start Thursday at noon but, life got in the way. At 5:30 on Friday evening, I finally crawled into bed. Sleep found me immediately and kept me company until 3:30 this afternoon. Sure I got up a couple of times... Once I went to the kitchen for a bottle of water so you can guess why I was up again a few hours later. The rest of this 22 hours was spent sound asleep. My body wouldn't let me do that if I didn't need the sleep, right? When I got up, I felt good. Little aches and pains that had been annoying me were gone. Even the sore neck I've come to consider my constant companion, was nowhere to be seen. I enjoyed coffee and toast, read the paper and a variety of things I've been too busy to do. I even took to the time to make a few personal calls and touch base with some friends I haven't visited with in some time. While talking with Mrs. C, she felt she had to warn me that I wasn't going to sleep tonight. She reminded me to set the alarm for tomorrow morning or I'd sleep away my Sunday too, yada yada yada. Of course, I have worried about this possibility since our conversation. As it approaches 10pm, I can assure myself I will have no problems falling asleep. I'm in my jammies, in my bed and am waiting for the Sandman to visit. If I feel this good today, I'm sure I will feel Spectactular tomorrow. |
| My life is governed by lists. If it don't get on the list, it don't get done. I depend on my memory for nothing. My home is Post-itland and I am Queen. In my queendom, there are sticky notes every place you look. Blank pads laying on every table, the kitchen counter, even in the bathroom. Notes to myself are stuck to almost every wall in the house. I even keep stickies in the car. What I don't have is a list of my lists. Let's count them together.  1. The list of needed groceries is on the fridge. Currently reads - potato salad, PB, 2. At the top of the basement stairs, a list of the things that need to go down or need to come up. Currently reads - paper towels, lemon juice 3. At the bottom of the basement stairs, a list of the things that need to go up or need to come down. Currently reads - yay! nothing 4. Over the phone are messages or calls to be made. Currently reads - SDM, JoJack 5. In the hallway is THE to-do list. This list is often many, many, many posties. You all have your own. You don't want to hear mine. The front door is home to several different post-its... 6. MUST DO BEFORE I LEAVE THE HOUSE Currently reads - recycle 7. non-food grocery items, like furniture polish Currently reads - Swiffers, lg gb, Q 8. errands to run woohoo! nothing! 9. things I'm supposed to take with me when I leave. Currently reads - resumes There it is, an inventory of my lists. These are the routine posts however I tend to write and stick many random thoughts. There is also a colour system to my posts so I can get a sense of the urgency related to my tasks. On one wall, I may have as many as five colours at a time. I tell people it's art. |
| While cleaning out crap from my cupboards, I came across a book with my first published works. This is not as grand as it sounds. It was a school fundraiser when I was in Grade 6. I don't remember much about it but my mom tells me teachers submitted their favourite class works to some committee. This committee accepted everything submitted, published a book and sold it as a fundraiser for the local school board. I had two poems and one short story make the book. I've decided I must share the works. They are too bad to be ignored any longer. For fear they might be Rated & Reviewed, I decided my blog a more appropriate place to post my masterpieces. Feel free to laugh, I did!HALLOWE'EN SPIRIT Enter this haunted house if you dare, For in this house the spirit of Hallowe'en lives. Crackling witches with ther mystic brews. Glowing jack-o-lanterns floating in the air, Ghosts jump out and yell an enchanting Hallowe'en curse at you! It's only on Hallowe'en night that the old gates of this house open, For when the moon is full, The witches, the ghosts and vampire bats, Leave this evil compound. They fly through the sky as loud as can be. But when daybreak comes, Their mystic power casues them, To vanish into air. I guess that's free form? I'm not really sure. I was shocked to find I ever wrote a poem. The next piece is a limerick. I've never really thought of the limerick as real poety but I think it's cuz most of the ones I know are dirty. Odd Winter Happenings Once in the city of Queeze, There was a man in his steps he did freeze. On his nose grew an icicle, in the shape of a bicycle, Which stayed there till the day he did sneeze. I won't discourage any of you from leaving moldie oldies you penned in a previous life. |
| Thank-you. Yes, that's to most of you. Gratitude is a common theme throughout spiritual and self-help guides. I want to take an entry and be grateful for some very special things. 1. CANADIAN BEER After visiting some friends across the border, I once again appreciate cold CANADIAN beer. It's no wonder I can out drink most of the U.S. guys I know. 2. I'm grateful that Super Senior's Saturday is only once a month. They are retired! They shouldn't be allowed in stores on the weekend when they hold up an entire line looking for the six cents they know they have in the bottom of their purse. 3. On the more serious side, I'm grateful for the friends I've never met... this means most of you reading this. Some of you bring very special things into my life. 4. Thank God NaNoWriMo is only once a year and only 50,000 words. 5. I'm grateful for Culligan water. Without the water, there would be no hunky Culligan delivery dudes. |
| I am not one who becomes philosophical about birthdays. They come every year whether we welcome them or not. Most of my birthday memories are great. I can't think of any which I feel were disappointments but I've never really thought of any one particular as being "spectacular". For my 10th birthday, my parents took me to get my ears pierced. I fainted when she pierced the left ear; she pierced the right ear then broke out the smelling salts. I remember my mother truly believing she was buying me my first alcoholic drink on my 19th birthday; she knows better now. On my 25th birthday, I was snowed in at The Fox Theatre, with around 75 other fools brave enough to face the winter storm to see The Odd Couple, starring Tim Conway and Tom Poston. Conway and Poston insisted the show go on. Conway came to the front of the stage and invited all us idiots to occupy the first few rows. After putting on a fabulous show, the two comics sat on stage and entertained us until the wee hours of the morning when the roads were finally opened. My 30th birthday lasted weeks. My generous family and friends showered me with tickets to seven different NHL games and four varied stage productions. I was taking a trip every weekend for months. THESE were fabulous birthdays. They are the ones I remember most vividly. They are the memories I share with people. A group of us were sharing birthday thoughts today. We took our turns telling tales... birthdays we remembered or parties we attended. A pleasant way to spend an afternoon. Sitting with us today was a guy who was familiar to me although I didn't know his name. When we are at The Club , names aren't important. I figured I recognized him from around the bar. He was taking his turn buying rounds so he was more than welcome. My standards aren't high, I know. Finally this friendly face tells us about the most memorable birthday party his bar ever hosted. Apparently it was more than 15 years ago. There were strippers and he sold a record number of tequilla shots. He locked the doors at 1am but the party went all night. The birthday girl was found at 5am, in the newly built but not opened, men's bathroom She and a male friend were hand feeding birthday cake to each other and washing it down with a bottle of rootbeer schnapps stolen from the bar. OMG! He's talking about my 21st birthday!! His name came rushing back to me, along with a whole bunch of memories of that night which I would prefer to keep to myself. I was not about to confess to a bunch of quasi-strangers that the girl in the man's can was me. Of course, a long time friend who attended this legendary bash, also sits at the bar and doesn't receive my telepathic messages to keep his mouth shut. Or he received the message and chose to ignore it. Anyway... he revealed my identity. Now I have a funny story to share about this year's birthday. Technically it is not for a couple more hours but it's close enough. |
| Here it sits, collecting dust. My poor blog has been ignored for more than a week. On occasion it sends me an e-mail begging me to visit. I've been ignoring it's pleas yet it sits here and waits for me, hoping I will come back soon. Well I'm back but what am I supposed to do? Too many thoughts, too many words and no ability to assemble them into any logical order. P-f-f-f-f-t-t-t!! I try to give myself some credit for stumbling through this entry but let's face it, it sucks. On the upside, I can say I blogged. |
| I am not a stupid person. I could list my accomplishments and credentials but I hope you'll take my word. I do the crossword puzzle, the cryptoquote and soduko in the daily paper. All this and I still do dumb things. "Be careful what you wish for because you might get it." Today is a day I dream about, I have no commitments. This doesn't mean I have no work to do. It means I don't have to leave the house, expect people over nor have any task completed before the end of the business day. A smart person would take advantage of this but not me. Up early this morning because I slept great. It's three hours later and all I have done is chat, dropped a few bots, read blogs, checked e-mail and consumed coffee. While time spent like this does have it's merit, it is not where my time should be spent. I know you are all in the same boat.... surfing when there are other things you should be doing. The fact we all do it is the reason we keep doing it. We comfort each other and provide assurance that days like this are necessary to recharge our batteries. While this is true, it is an excuse I use far too often. A morning like this serves as a reminder to myself that I don't function well without adult supervision. All right, I'm an adult but I'm not capable of functioning without lists and schedules. My PDA and Planner are my life. If it doesn't get into one of those two, it ain't going to get done. I schedule everything, I must. I don't schedule brushing my teeth but you'd be surprised the detail I keep in my planners. I've become so dependent on an electronic device to tell me what to do, I do nothing when confronted by a blank page. I let myself off the hook for spending the morning in bed. I did blog and I made a list of things to do this afternoon. I thought about grabbing a good book and staying in bed but decided the guilt that would accompany that treat just wouldn't be worth it. It's a long weekend so I get an extra day to play. |
| I guess I've been hanging around this site for a year now. Yay for me! If I stick to anything for a year, it's an accomplishment. I have commitment issues. My portfolio is larger than I thought it would ever be. This makes me happy. I've found some amazing prompts and contests to help exercise my imagination. I could write a tribute to the positive things about my WDC experience but that's predictable and boring. While the site is great, we all know it is the members which keep us coming back. The relationships we build in this little community are the reasons we continue to log in. I know you know this but it's important to let people know they are appreciated. IF YOU ARE READING THIS YOU'RE SPECIAL. Thanks to you all for making this past year one of the best! |
| We all have our ups and downs. There are days we are the rulers of our kingdoms. There are also stretches of 24 hours or more where we feel we are the neighbourhood's dogs' fire hydrants. This is life and, while not perfect, it is better than the alternative. I bet everybody has a lengthy list of the things they'd like to whine about to somebody and I'm right there with the crowd. For years we've bitched about politics. If you vote, keep bitching; if you don't, shut the hell up. Mother Nature doesn't seem to be bothered when we complain about what she sends us. After this, we all go different ways. The price of gas or whether or not global warming is real are very popular topics these days. I'm not against bitching. Often it leads to lively debate and I very much enjoy that. I've even been known to complain about stuff to start discussion at a table. The role of Devil's Advocate is one I cherish. My point? There's lots of things in life we don't like. Can we agree on this? Of the hundreds of things on this list, there will be things within your control and things outside your power. Here I need to draw a line. Unless I'm very drunk or under the influence of something, for god's sake don't complain to me about something you can change!! I'm not a heartless bitch and I'm not referring to conversations where comforting is required. I'm talking about the people who bitch about not having money for coffee in the morning but always find the cash for the WEEKLY manicure. I'm talking about the guy who wines he has no money to work on his car, while he's loading 2 cases of beer into the fridge. The person who bitches about their insurance premiums yet continues to get a speeding ticket a year. I'm not listening to you any longer. Now, the other side of the line. Are you familiar with the Serenity Prayer? Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. If you can't change it..... accept it, ignore it, turn your back on it but don't complain about it! Complaining only emphasises the fact your are powerless. Are you seeing the trend? Take my word, if you aren't complaining about everything in your life, you'll finally have an opportunity to be happy. Give up a whole bunch of bad for a whole lotta good. It isn't easy giving up bitching, it's become part of us. But who said happiness was easy? |
A big old fashioned THANKS goes out to CarpeDiem   for my Creativity MB. Thanks for coming by. A big hug for spacefox21! I appreciate you sending the newbie to my port.   Here is how I see it... reality is a concept we created to feel better about society's standards. For each of us, our reality is created by the perceptions we have about our worlds. Lots of times, these perceptions, or the feelings of others, can turn our world upside down for no justifiable reason. On Thursday evening, competitive 8-ball started again. My reality says I have not held a cue since last April. As I arrived, my confidence in my ability to suck was high. I was not too worried as the evening was really about seeing some friends I haven't seen in a while. Shooting pool was a bonus. My first set of the evening was against a friend of mine so the mood was light and comfortable. Most times we play sets, I win. I'm not bragging, I'm just better than he is. He's a typical guy; he can fire balls in the pockets but doesn't really get the game. People like him are the ideal candidates to get hustled. Anyways, he won. He played better, no big deal. It's not that I like losing, but it is going to happen. This was the first race of the season. I still think the odds are pretty good I will beat him every time I play him again this year. However at this moment, I do not piss on his parade. I buy him a beer, shake his hand and move on. I find another player and set up my next match. In the few minutes it took me to get a drink and move my stuff, people had started to gossip. Apparently I lost intentionally. Rumour has it that I lost to him as a favour to his wife. Where do people get this shit? Why do others believe it? Their gossip gives me a reputation of being a far better player than I am. They lose to me because they don't believe they can beat me not because I'm a great player. "I must believe I can, even though I haven't, until I know I can because I have. " When I called it a night, the first match was the only match I lost. Only my closest friends could tell me how horseshoe lucky I was cuz I stunk up the place. It is not that I have difficulty playing friends but they beat me because they think they can. They don't think I'm as wonderful as the other folks do, but they like me anyways. Bottom line.... change your perceptions and you will change your reality. Own the life you have. |
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