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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** A Goofy Movie - Stand Out (Track 23) "There's nothing that I wouldn't do To get you to know that I'm alive." A Goofy Movie - Eye To Eye (Track 24) "If we listen to each other's heart We'll find we're never too far apart..." Max Goof was the second crush I've had on cartoon characters in my life. And it's just a lovely coincidence that I am similarly named to Roxanne, Max's love interest in A Goofy Movie. This movie is so amazing. It appeals to humans of all ages. I still want a life sized doll of Max to cuddle with at night.  The first is about getting a certain someone to notice you. This is so awesome, because I have never had a guy do something that big to get me to notice him. Probably never will. I tend to be interested in submissive, quiet types. My boyfriend is very anti-social and gets loads of social anxiety. I, however, may do something to this extent to get a guy's attention. Which I have always been told was "Wrong" and that the "Man should chase the Woman" -- not the other way around. I was never helped or aided or guided in my chases. I just chased. I still chase. When I am not in a relationship, I go after the man (or, if it might be--the woman) that I want or need to be with. So on and so forth, to the next and to the next and to the next. My parents can be really shallow, judgmental and rude. Intentionally or not. I know most of the time it is for my own good. But, they are more crazy than I am sometimes. And they are not medicated. I can't really related to the second song in the meaning that they are using it. Goofy and his son see eye to eye now after their frustrating road trip. I doubt my parents will ever see things the way I do. I know, and I've told my mother this, that I have to bend to their views. Because they are old dogs that refuse to be taught new tricks. When there's a will there's a way and they are stubborn silly fools who do not care enough to try and learn that life has multiple paths. One thing that my mother says to me a lot is: You should get out of the house and do some exercise, some activity. She comments on my weight, indirectly or not. She is disgustingly skinny. I really hate her sometimes. She asks me how I would act if my daughter did this or that... And I am an adult, but still their child. BUT, I don't have any children of my own. How would I know!? I think that's a really self-centered way to discipline. I have been hearing it since I was old enough to understand the concept of mother and daughter and grandmother, and the relationships between them. My mother was told she was stupid by her mother. Well, I'm glad because that's one thing! One thing that she didn't repeat. I am not stupid. I know this is true, and not because my dear ol' mother told me so. I know so. What my mother doesn't know is that she is stupid. And not in intellect. She is stupid in action and in her daily doings. She thinks she is getting Alzheimer's disease because she can't remember anything. But I tell her that she can't remember anything because she doesn't pay attention to the present moment, ever! She is never mindful of what she is doing, so she doesn't know what she's doing the moment it's over. I tell her she needs to do one thing at a time. But no, she needs to multi-task. She says she is more productive, and it keeps her ADHD happy, or something. (I think I've heard that before from my boyfriend, because he has it also.) But, still. If it's not working for you try something else. She tries to teach me things without modeling it. So why would I do it? Basically, I don't have a great relationship with my mother or father because they are so detached from my life and what I ask them to be for me. While I have to bob and weave, bend and sway to them. Like a reed on the bank of Lake Stupid. At least that's how it feels. Oh the feels. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Previous "The Soundtrack of Your Life" Entries:"Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" <--somewhere near the bottom  "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" |
| BCoF Prompt ▼ I remember taking walks when I was ten years-old with my girlfriend. We passed by this yard that was fenced right at the curb, with vine-like branches of green bushes. There were caterpillars everywhere every spring, and they loved that fence with the green bushes. We would walk by sometimes for the sole purpose just to look at them. They were fuzzy and small and tickled your palm when they walked. They were cute to look at and play with. I don't remember if we took them on the rest of the walk around the neighborhood, but I'd like to say that we did. Letting the little creatures see from our perspective for just a half hour. Most of the time, we'd put the creepy crawlies down on the fence before going to our own houses. But once in a while, I'd take one home with me. That ended when I began to realize what germs were. Funny. The caterpillars after that didn't seem to be as cute as I remembered. But in the summer there were no caterpillars. Only just as many butterflies, and frogs, and the occasional turtle crossing the street.             Why did the turtle cross the road? ... To get to the swamp on the other side. Around the block was a bloke who was most likely legally insane. I remember on one particular walk, during one of the hottest days of my childhood, this man came out of his house screaming at us to stop stepping on his sprinkler heads. We ran away from him to the other side of the road. The man was still at it, shaking his fist and spewing phrases like "good for nothing kids" at my friend and me. We paused on the opposite side of the road, until we heard a car starting. We looked and saw the crazy man, in his mail truck, pulling out of his driveway, screaming the same kind of things. It didn't take longer than a second to realize he was heading for us! We ran as if our lives depended on it for my house. And into the house. We didn't even check to see if he stopped or kept driving past the house. We just ran up the stars on all fours and flew ourselves on my bed under the double window that faced the street. By the time we got there, the street was empty and we, together, let out exaggerated sighs. Who really knows what that man was trying to do. Even today, I can only speculate. One thing is for certain. We never walked on that man's grass again. |
| 30UBC Prompt ▼ Welcome to My Reality week 62 Prompt set -#6 ▼ The technological age is in high swing. Phones are mobile and shrinking, or turning into little computers. Computers are shrinking and adapting to the needs of their users. There are even hybrids, laptop computers that swivel and detach to behave much like a tablet. It's been a fascinating adventure. In days gone by people would court in hopes of marriage. This involved calling (visiting the physical house of the recipient, not using a telephone) and going on carriage rides; walking in gardens and talking about politics and religion. Some good friend would introduced you to some good friend of theirs. With the arrival of the automotive, joy riding and dates like picnics and sight seeing were likely to happen. Oh, and who can forget the long-lost-but-not-forgotten drive-in movie. And I think the drive in window at restaurants were starting to pick up and go viral across the land. When telephones were widely spread and readily available. Courtship incorporated phone calling and talking for hours (or as long as your parents or guardians would allow). Why then, is it so difficult for people to accept the incorporation of the internet and new electronic devices into the world of dating and courtship. Every other improvement in our world has impacted the methods in which two people find each other and develop feelings for each other. So why is it that online dating is so taboo. I suppose it could very well be the ease of encountering an online predator. And I can very well understand the concern, and completely agree that the level of anonymity of the internet is a beautiful and scary thing. But it all comes down to how you use it and how you understand other people's reasons for using it. It is quite possible to encounter a person that is using the internet for harmful things. Just as likely for you to encounter an angry drunk at a bar or a reckless driver on the road or an incompetent telemarketer or plumber or cable man who want to harm you in some other way. It is all very possible but still very unlikely. Yes, it's easier for harmful things to happen online, but it's just that. Ease. If you know your way around the bar, the city, the town, the ally, the phone book, your house, the human body (you know pressure points, etc). You will be fine. I really dislike people's skepticism of online dating. Even if everyone knows or is someone who has successfully met and dated someone (not necessary dated them forever) from some forum on the internet. I've met a romantic interest from an MMORPG {Massive Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game), three in fact. Two of which I met from the same game in fact. Two of the three, I met in person and dated for 6 months each. It, obviously, didn't work out and it had nothing to do with the internet being a horrible place to meet. One person I dated for a little while was someone I met on a conspiracy forum. He lived in NY state, and taught me a lot about the Hasidim lifestyle and shooting a gun/shotgun. He even bought my mother a poinsettia plant for Christmas. He truly is a sweetheart. He treated me well by my parents hated him because of his difference in lifestyle and religion.  Racist bastards... I met someone through Craigslist personals. He ended up being interested in something I wasn't interested in and vise versa. Think Fifty Shades of Grey without love or compromise. He really was a good kid, but had been hurt by a woman who left him and didn't trust anyone yet. I thought I would love him into loving me but it didn't work. I then, met someone from Plenty of Fish. He is a workaholic and only calls when it's convenient. Closet chronic-player? He thought he wanted more, and maybe he did. But his priorities weren't where they should of been for a decent relationship with me. I have dated others from college, from high school and from running into someone I knew from college at the college for something totally uncollege-related. These were definitely not internet related meetings. But involved technology like instant messages and text messages to help the relationship move along. I now see a man I met in another taboo and stigmatized venue, a partial-care program. We text and cell and Facebook (another awesome technological social venue of the now)... Technology is just part of the current world. Outside of dating, I met one of my best college friends on the school's file-sharing portal chat. We talked a while online and then decided to meet in person at the TRLC at the center of the dorm courtyard. It was slightly suspenseful, because she could have been a boy. But she wasn't, and our friendship lasted well into our late twenties when we just grew apart naturally. I've met online groups of people in real life (those previously mentioned group vacations in {entry:??????} ... Anyway...). There's yearly opportunities to meet NaNoWriMo people, and if time allowed, I would go. Though it seems like every halloween I am busy. I love halloween, but that's another story. I wouldn't see the harm in meeting writing.com people in real life. I would take precautions but I always take them everywhere I go. I trust no one, regardless of how I meet them. People can be anything, anywhere, online or off. Trust your guts. |
| 30DUBC Prompt ▼ The best vacation I ever had wasn't to Disney with my family, either time. The first time, when I was about 8 or 9 years-old, I hardly remember. As far as I can tell, from pictures, it wasn't extraordinary or horrendous. The pictures were fitting for the era: my clothes stylish for a 90's kid; and my hair cut into a straight line above my eyes--called bangs. Though it couldn't be complete without an autograph book from all the characters, or rather the people acting as if, and visiting each park. The sequel trip occurred when I reached 16 years-old, approximately. (I'll let you know right now that my grasp on time is very, very bad.) I remember visiting Animal Kingdom and being enamored by the tree. But unfortunately enough, I had a rather horrible time at Epcot. I think it was more my co-travelers (AKA my beloved family), over the attractions. I am a little bit of a science nerd--love those air crafts! I would very much love to go back to EPCOT, however I probably think it best to go alone. It wasn't a visit to the family timeshare in Williamsburg, VA. For as long as I remember, until just into college at the age of 21, my family visited Colonial Williamsburg, Busch Gardens, Water Country USA (bucket-loads more fun than Six Flag's Hurricane Harbor, and Hersey Park) every other year. So using my highly advanced mathematical skills, I would assume I have been there about 10 time. Probably not that many due to the fact the first few would have been disturbingly lacking in fun for both my parents towing three youngins about VA. It wasn't a group trip to the YMCA - The Rockies near Estes Park, CO. Though that was pretty darn close. If it hadn't been for the altitude sickness, and being out of shape for the hiking which separated me from everyone else, it probably would have been. The mountains and the lakes and the trees were fascinating and breathtaking. But that could very well have been the climbing, draining the life from my body, slowly! But hey, it was a good enough trip. Just not the best. It wasn't another group trip to Wisconsin for a Lifest event. (Don't know what a "Life-Fest" event is, well, picture a drug-free christian-event much to the extreme--possibly further--than Woodstock) There I had my second or third go at archery in which I gave myself nasty bruises on my bow-arm from the backlash of the string. Though shooting with a compound bow. You see I didn't have one of those arm guards and apparently can't shoot for anything! So I had a large ugly bruise for like a month afterward. It wasn't the vacation that my family took while I was working in Iowa, obviously. My family planned and went to Los Cabos without me. I have the blank passport to prove it. I did say, however, that I didn't want to go. Shame on me. I just felt like complaining about it.  I am still wondering what was the best vacation. There were really, really good stay-cations that left me in the house without my co-inhabitants.  And with new freedom that even at my age, I still don't have. ... Something about consideration and letting other people know where I am being common decency. I suppose I just don't have common decency. But I don't need it when I have no one around. Maybe, quite possibly, I am meant to be alone sometimes. I am happy after solitude time, that's for sure. I even interact better with my co-inhabitants.Now, I had some great weekenders. Vacations in a flash, so to speak. I went to visit my brother and his then girlfriend (now wife) who live in DC. (Someplace, where I wish to move to in the near or distant future, but maybe not.) I visited, alone, The Museum of Natural History. It Was Amazing. Another breathtaking (less physically, more mentally, this time, however) adventure through time and species. I loved it. I loved it even more because I wasn't having to entertain or keep tabs on or worry about any human else. I was free to do as I please for as long as I pleased (until the last reasonable train/subway/tube/etc came anyway). My brother took me to a professional basketball game that same weekend too. That was fun, but it was awfully weird being alone with him without the rest of my nuclear family. Another likeness weekender was when my brother proposed and gave a puppy to his then fiance, now wife (if you couldn't put that together, God help you). My parents were along for this. And we went out to eat with the fiance's parents one night to celebrate the occasion, and it was very nice. Or maybe that was a different, yet very similar weekender with the same people but for the church wedding; and then the next weekender I remember which was their boat wedding. Another which revolved around thanksgiving was years before their wedding, but just as nice. A not so pleasant weekender was between my two shipping date failures and I was moody and anti-social and just wanted to eat, sleep and play games and read books on my phone. (And go to a museum, which didn't happen that particular weekend.) A mini adventure that started as a blind-internet-forum-prompted-date-weekender, turned into a 6 month-relationship with a NYer who taught me how to hold a gun and a shotgun. (More on this in the next entry.) The best vacation that I have ever had, hasn't happened yet. I assume it has yet to come. They are however getting better and better. Especially the ones that I plan myself and go without my family and with a group of people that are not friends or relatives. (More on this in the next entry, as well.) If I had to predict; I would say that my dream vacation would be my future honeymoon with my future husband. I haven't been proposed to yet. But I hear hits. And those hits sound promising. So future cheers! |
| BCoF Prompt ▼ I lost my hair preparing to enlist in the military. That was the worst. I think the only thing worst that that would be if I were to lose my teeth. But hair is the next most traumatic experience. I feel for the people in the Hair Club for Men (And Women). Women are worse off, really, than men. Women are socially not suppose to lose hair. I know. I felt off. I felt exposed. Click to read more.
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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Title Track: SPACE JAM / Technotronic - Pump Up The Jam (2011) Popup Video [instrumental] I was trying to think of what to call a four song/track blog post and I immediately thought of Pump Up The Jams and I had to link this video. There is also the original song that has pretty savvy lyrics. But why post that video when there's the dated, yet amazing Space Jam Movie Game Introduction clip: Here When I was younger, Bugs Bunny was my ultimate crush. I even dreamed that he would grace my sleeve in the distant future. But today, I know that it's not wise to tattoo cartoon characters on your arm. I have three separate tattoos, one of which I built upon with another design (so technically that's 4 tattoos). I figure I will just keep adding to it little by little. Before I know it I'll have a sleeve. Okay enough tangent. Without further ado, the soundtrack continues with... OST Song #20: Fall Out Boys - Immortals (2014) From Big Hero 6 OST Popup Video I like FOB they are four extremely attractive and musically inclined fellas that sing some pretty intense songs. Almost so that they must make their videos more intense to get their message or some kind of message across to the masses. This video is actually extremely tame and almost dull for my viewing tastes. The whole idea is not to really focus on the video, but the song, right? A song like this really doesn't need a video, especially if you have seen the movie... Big Hero 6. It's an amazing movie. The previews do not do it justice. If you have kids, you need to watch it with them. If you enjoy animations, YOU need to watch the film. If you don't want to watch it alone, find someone and watch it. You don't even need to tell them what movie you both will be watching. It can be a surprise. Because even if they hate animation, this will blow you away. The music is top notch, too. So do yourself, your kids, your (un)suspecting significant other, a huge favor and rent or borrow this movie. They might even make you breakfast in bed, or give you a kiss on the cheek.  And well, here's the super cool Official Music Video for the song  H3R3 I really need to read the comics it's based on.  OST Song #21: The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony Popup Video If there was ever a song about life... This is pretty close. Plus, I really can't think of anything horrible about this song. It has a mellow melody, awesome realistic lyrics, and it does a pretty awesome job sounding upbeat for a downer.  Woo!  Wahoo!  Life is ... "and then you die. I can't change. I am here in my mind" OST Song #22: The Killers - Mr. Brightside (2004)Popup Video Another one of those upbeat downers, I'm on a roll or an eyeroll...  "Now let me go, cause I just can't look it's killing me." Perfect words for a jealous type. Got to pretend we're not jealous, that we trust with everything we got, when in reality we don't. And if the people we care about most hurt us, we already saw it coming...OST Bonus Track: The Black Crowes - Hard To Handle (1990)Popup Video I am picking this song now because I just randomly started mind-singing it. So I figure it's a good time to include it in my countdown, soundtrack of my life, thing. So here's my mentality in a song... "hey little thing let me light your candle because mama i'm sure hard to handle" Without further ado... Adieu (I just wanted to write that. Because it sounds funny, it really does.) ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** WIPs: "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" Recent Activity: "Goals 2/16" |
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Barenaked Ladies - If I Had A Million Dollars (1989) [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Lyrics ▼ Did you think I would think seriously, completely, on this topic. I mean, apart from probably putting myself in a coma (like my story "Invalid Item" ), I would have to spend days, months even, to figure out exactly what to do with the money.Though, I imagine that it would look something like this: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **   30DBC Prompt ▼ The premise of a surprise party is at once amazing and terrifying. I am a jumpy person by nature. Though, I do love a good scare. The thought of being visually ambushed by so much stimuli at once, both excites and scares me. Surprise baby showers, Are almost an oxy moron. I mean, hello, baby in the oven and only a 9 month window of opportunity to throw a bash for her bloating belly. I am sure she has a hunkering for what is going down if she’s wisked away to something unknown and peculiar, especially if blindfolds are included—oh, and a minivan. Surprise 40th birthday parties, Seem a little tame for my family as they have a track record of throwing surprise 80th birthdays. I was shocked myself, that no one in the room shared their worries that mirrored my own about my dear old grandmother—the most special and honorred guest. I surely thought that she’d die of fright or have a heart attack. But I think she suspected us all, which was all well and good. She’s still alive today, ain’t she? As far as having one thrown for me, the answer is simple. Never. Never in a million years would I have one voluntarily thrown for me. If your asking if I have people in my life that are capable of such things, yes. Sadly, the answer is totally yes. But I pray that they find it in their hearts to spare me the pain and pleasure of going through the process of being startled and then elated at a gathering of family that would think it fun to scare the crap out of me and tag it as a celebration. Likewise, I would never throw one for someone. Because the closest I would even get to doing it would be if someone asked me directly, and what fun is left therein. It’s a peculiar idea, this surprise party concept thing. I am quite sure that there have been results of such being eminent death and actual pain over pleasure. I really don’t even want to know if this has ever happened. I will not research this topic further. I now, have lost the humor in this “Funny Friday” and will now try to read in peace and quiet. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** WIPs: "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" Recent Activity: "Goals 2/16" |
| Prompt ▼ Fryentific Method Problem: What are we having for dinner? Solution: Fish Sticks Method: Oven baked fish sticks… What could go wrong!? Materials: Oven mitt or Ove' Glove Baking sheet Non-sticking agent such as butter (substitute is fine) Oven Timer Responsible Adult Fish Sticks Dish towel Paper towels Container (to hold most of the cooked product) Theme song: **Insert Unavailable; Upgraded Membership Required. ** Procedure: Turn oven to desired temperature or as per package recommendations While waiting for oven to heat up… Place baking sheet on counter top flat Spray with nonstick agent or spread with butter (or substitute) Take fish sticks out of container or packaging Lay out on baking sheet as desired (for best results do not layer sticks) When Oven is heated to desired temperature Put on oven mitts or Ove’ gloves Make sure small creatures are away from cooking area Make sure dangly, loose jewelry and clothing and body parts are secured ***** And safely held away from open oven area. Make sure the broiler is not on. Bring prepared baking sheet of sticks to open oven. Recommended placement would be in the middle of the oven. So if you have to, adjust the racks so that there is one in the middle for the sticks to bake on. Then put the sticks in the oven (Preferably on the tray  )Then set the timer for recommended or desired time to cook. Stay in or near the oven while the process of baking is going on. Do not leave the house. If you leave the house, shut the oven off, and slap yourself in the face. Those amazing fish sticks you just halfway baked are dog or bird food now. If you come back and still desire to eat your half baked fish sticks, by all means do. It is recommended that you microwave on HIGH or as per instructions on the package. (Unless of course, you destroyed the package in removing the fish sticks and can not read it anymore. Then, by golly, pick a number from 1-10 and then nuke it on HIGH in the microwave. Wait a few minutes after the contraption mysteriously heats up your sticks, and then remove it from the microwave with oven mitts or Ove’ gloves or a hot pot pad or a dish towel (or a paper towel, )If you didn't destroy your sticks by abandoning them to go to your daughter’s dance recital, then Hurrah! You made it to the end of the Oven ritual. Remove with heat protection from the Oven and rest it on a hot pot pad or two or onto two of the Stove burners (that aren't burning), to cool off. When most of the steam is gone from the area around the fish sticks its chow time. (It’s time to dig in. ) Or if you are eager to feast, go right ahead and devour them right at the bell of the oven or microwave. Serve the rest as desired to your family, friends or otherwise significant friends and lovers.  Menu: Click to read my fishsticky story right now, in this entry! ▼  Deserted Dessert: Blogging Circle of Friends (BCoF) Prompt 824: ▼ I hung out a lot at school, as I was a huge-mungus nerd, band geek, and drama llama. I have been there once for a football game, and once to get a transcript... Even then, I'm sketchy on the details of that.  My neighborhood was always a very peaceful place to walk or bike around when I had free time. And I did do that, as an adult, because My Aunt lives in the same neighborhood I grew up in. So, I go there every year for the holidays to visit with my family. If it's a summer bash, I take a stroll and marvel at how trees grow even when you're not there to watch.  Being an uprooted child, I have childhood neighborhood and teenager neighborhood and they were miles apart. My childhood hang out was my bedroom. Which, I am proud to say I have not broken into my former house to be in that same spot since moving out 19 years ago.  More as a young adult did I really get places that I hung out at freely... And even then, I don't typically go out much, as I am not much of a parties-goer. Wow, I have very little fun memories of hanging out places. Gee, this was a fascinating and enlightening discovery. Thanks BCoF!   Encore: Track #19 (1986) Beastie Boys - No Sleep Til Brooklyn! I mean ...  Intergalactic  I had No Sleep Til Brooklyn refrain line stuck in my head, but I would have to up my blog rating to 18+ just for the music. Which would be pretty lame, if you ask me, so I won't link it. It's got swear words in it that are borderline GC. So, yeah. No naughty BB song! Instead, a FUN BB song. The BBs are hilarious in their videos. Plus. the whole rap-rock concept essentially birthed from their careers in the industry. It's just funny to see their music videos decades later. Nowadays, even No Sleep Til Brooklyn would be considered tame and in stark contrast to the lyrics of most of rap music today. Intergalactic just makes me laugh when I attempt to sing along, and especially when I dance along, robotically and all. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** And with that, Lone Wolf Out! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** WIPs: "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" Recent Activity: "Goals 2/16" |
| Welcome To My Reality (WTMR) ▼ WTMR Prompt 61:2 ▼ Stream of consciousness. This is the main way that I write entries. Sometimes, I edit as I go. Sometimes, I don't edit at all. The essence of my writing flows best by the seat of my pants. Though, with structured prompts much like this one, I seem to do well. Sometimes, I make my own prompts. Unfortunately, for me, it’s hard to say what gets my fancy and what doesn't, because it changes from day to day. One day I’ll love the idea of following another’s suggested prompt (for a forum or group, etc), and the next day I’ll find it anything but liberating. It’s extremely mind boggling for me to explain. I also like putting my thoughts of the day or task to poetry. I've done that a lot as of late. (It could be due to the fact that I am studying poetry online with various sites that have been suggested across WDC.) Singing is a form of poetry. One that helps me to focus, excites interest within me, and calms me down. All depends on what is necessary, I suppose it’s versatile, though, not at all convenient. Sometimes it takes me 2 minutes to pump out a response to a prompt with or without structured meter. Sometimes it takes me 2 days, staring blankly at a similar looking screen or page. Continuing on the path with sporadic pantsing, I often go without saving my work. I can’t be totally sure if it’s the thrill behind it or not. I have had work lost before--which isn't fun. It usually doesn't lead to a rewrite which means there’s a lot of awesome words lost in the great internet abyss or my dear old rusty hard drive. On the occasion that I do save—hallelujah—I pat myself on the back and smile at no one in particular. Because I saved it before anything bad could happen to it. After a time, I find old pages or files that I find and reread them. I either laugh or cry at how I have missed the mark or the character. This reminds me… I have a list of ten prompts for short stories floating around this desk area, somewhere near by maybe…Oh, I could just make another list of prompts… Ah, here’s a couple right now… WHAT IF: • You and a stranger were locked in a cell together, and you don’t remember how you got there. • A woman was at the front door wearing a French maid outfit and towing a small suitcase. When asked what she was there for, she replied: “I am your new live-in house attendant.” ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** WIPs: "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" Recent Activity: "Goals 2/16" |
| Blogging Circle of Friends ▼ Prompt ▼ Paymentals by ROSΣANNΣ|NaPoWriMo|WGT|JDI  (2015) - A Poetic Prompt Response As a former employee of many jobs within the grand medical field, the biggest key in successful work is a deep seated brand of human compassion. A trait that many in the healthcare field nowadays lack. The ability, or desire, to help another directs everything else within the field--dependent on whether or not a caretaker enjoys his or her job. Do not get me wrong, I did not enjoy every moment on the clock. There happen to be some instances that I wince at when deep in thought. One such instant involved a certain slip of the professional mask from my blanked face, and a very poorly timed lose of control of my tongue. In my more recent mock interview sessions with my job coach, the recollection of the incident got what I would imagine as the equivalent as a one star rating and a very non-descriptive review: I would not discuss any lapse in professionalism with a future employer. Well OK then. I will not discuss it. End of discussion? Right? Wrong. I had to come up with a mistake that I have done on the job and the method I went through to lead to a solution of some kind. The only other thing I could come up with ... telephone transfer mishaps. That's right... Hello. Therapy. This is Roseanne. Oh. yes, yes, I believe you seek Mrs. B--. Sure thing. I'll transfer you. Please, hold." *click* Crap. The best part of all of that ... the Call Back and the Apology.  That aside, I enjoy help-involved jobs--service jobs--the ones usually people don't want to do. Those jobs people nowadays go into for the money instead of for the craft, the joy, the result, the work; and that saddens me to no end. If I honestly did not enjoy my job, I would look for another way out of it. THAT's where the mask falling off my face mid workday comes into play. Because, THAT was when I did not want to be in that position any longer. I wanted to be in another facet of healthcare. Massage Therapy. I graduated MT school with nearly a 4.0 GPA. It was the time of my life, that year of MT classes. Fantastic. (That's how it always is with me, though. I go to school. Love what I am doing. Then I graduate, only to find out afterwards I hate what I am doing. Then I have to just flip the tape over and start all over again, but this time on Side B. And Plan B isn't always laid out as well as Side A. No, no Plan A is ... Forced on me by my parents....) All in all, I have made mistakes, and I will pick myself up from my invisible suspenders and truck on. Preferably loving what I do and helping other people do what they love. That's. So. It!      30-Day Blogging Challenge ▼ Team BoTW Graphic ▼ Prompt ▼ I was born to do what I love to do and to help other people do what they love to do.. I actually asked my job coach on this past Friday afternoon at our weekly meeting if her job was something I could do. She told me that there wasn't any money in it. Whatever. There's no money in anything that doesn't require school. Or skills. Or anything requiring money to obtain. I bet that it's all on the job training and learning as you go kind of thing. I met with a School Coach before the JC and she was doing the whole job coach thing too but I would have been her... first client. (AKA guinea pig.) So, needless to say, I told her that I had a JC with another program and would be in touch. Professional right? Another interest of mine would have to be Psychology... considering... my history.... I don't want to go into it right now but I've been told that I am very insightful, give good advice and wise. I don't agree with all of those 100% of the time, but I suppose it's true some of the time. *Woo* Go me! And *hoots and hollering and such.* I should not be so hard on myself. I'm finding my way. Day to day. Minute by Minute. Job application to Job application. Rejection to Rejection. But I got to keep my chin up and my pen down. And MOVE ONWARD. Soundtrack To Your Life Challenge ▼ Soundtracker Graphic ▼ Track 16 - Green Day - Good Riddance (The Time of Your Life) (1996) ▼ Back in the day this song was used for High School graduation songs, which is sort of ironic given the meaning of the song. It isn't about moving on from tests and classes and going out into the real world, it's about a break up. But it really didn't stop people from taking it as a graduation salute. So it's a break up song about a girlfriend who moved across the world and he's saying: "So long sucker, have a nice life!" Hense the title of the ballad, Good Riddance. Apparently, fans of the Dookie album hated this song and returned Nimrod after hearing it. I am not part of that crowd in two ways, one I don't know where my CD is and two, I love the song. That, and that reason alone, is why I am including it on my Sountrack of Your Life Challenge list. Track 17 - Missy Elliot; Ciara - One, Two Step (2005) (*A*S*R*) ▼ I originally wanted to link "Lose Control" but that was pushing on the ASR more than I was comfortable with. So This song will have to do. It will do. Because I love dancing, this song is catchy as all get out. I love Ciara's moves in the beginning of the song too, even though that's the video and not the track... My bad, I had to comment on that. Track 18 - Andy McKee - Rylynn (2006) ▼ Beautiful Tear Jerking melody. The person who introduced me to this guy, an exboyfriend, I no longer talk to. It's a shame really. I lived in NJ and he lived in Canada. And I am pretty sure he wasn't about to pick up an leave Canada. I was really close to moving to Canada. I had been filling out an application to obtain citizenship under the mandate for Common Law or something like that. It was a very long time ago. I was young and in lust over a little tiny man who wore his heart on his sleeve. Other things he introduced me to were more on a personal scale and have to do with lady time's of the month and organic methods and such. If you are interested email me and I'll go into more detail but in order to maintain an ASR rating. I will have to pass. Fortunately The harmonic guitar... beauty... If beauty was a sound this would be it. Plain and simple. |
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