What things give you energy?
Music
Helping people
My dogs
Solving problems
Laughter
Reading/writing
Oh, and caffeine. Can’t forget the magical morning bean juice!
Month: September 2023
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This is an interesting word.
You can get swag at a trade show, a bank, or even a doctor’s office. It’s merchandise that companies give you in the hopes that you use it and thereby promote their product or company. It’s pretty ingenious. Especially if they provide high quality swag! I still have a shirt I got from a physical therapy place years ago because it’s one of those thick, sturdy but super soft, comfortable shirts.
Random thought – band t-shirts are swag too, but you pay the band for the ability to advertise for them. Even more ingenious.
You can also give a swag – or, more appropriately, a SWAG – a Scientific Wild Ass Guess. This is where you have some data support, but not enough to say definitively, so you fill the rest with experience, judgement and luck. My favorite application of the word.
That is all. Happy Friday!
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What would your life be like without music?
Oh, my…. I don’t want to imagine this horrible reality, but I will try.
To start, I would likely be in jail or a psych ward as a permanent resident – I have said that music is my sanity and I can’t stress how true that is.
Without music, I would be lost. I wouldn’t smile as much. I wouldn’t sing to myself. I wouldn’t be as kind. My life would be empty. I would be empty. But at the same time, I would have this pressure cooker of emotion inside with no release valve so that I eventually just explode (see the part above about being in jail – this would be why).
I don’t like to think of my world without music. It’s terrifying. So I’m going to stop now.
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I did a writing prompt a few days ago that asked what your favorite word is. Now, I have a question of my own…. what is your least favorite word?
I started thinking about it, and that’s a hard question. When I was younger, it was protein. I was writing a paper for a science class, and for whatever reason, didn’t have access to a dictionary at the time. I was visiting someone, I think. Anyway, I must have crumpled up and re-written that paper two or three times because every time I wrote the word “protein” it looked wrong. And this was back in the day when you actually had to write assignments on paper with a pen.
Nowadays, I don’t know. There are certain words that I don’t like hearing some people say, because they butcher the pronunciation. Like “supposedly”. Or “administrator”. But that’s the person screwing up the word for me, not the word itself – I don’t think that counts.
I think I can actually say that I do not have a least favorite word that I can think of.
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Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.
I was maybe 11 or 12, and was given the task of making dinner for the family one night. Hamburger Helper. Easy enough, right? Well, I got distracted, didn’t “stir occasionally” and the stuff congealed and burnt into a solid mass on the bottom. It looked fine on top but my mom spent forever getting the burnt meat and pasta out of that pan, after having to make something else for dinner. I felt horrible. I got one hell of a lecture about paying attention to what I’m doing and it was weeks before I was allowed to cook again. I am still slightly paranoid about burning stuff in a skillet. 😝
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Random person — “omg, something has slightly changed about how I have to do something! I have to pay a teeny bit more attention for 3.5 ~whole~ seconds a few times an hour until I get used to the change. My day, and my life, are completely ruined!!!”
Me — “Wow, really? How is it that you pass as a functioning adult? Please, share your secret! I, too, want to be a ridiculous crybaby who is incapable of adapting to the smallest of changes!”
GMAFB
Seriously, why do people flip the fuck out about tiny shit that doesn’t really matter?
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Something my dad told me a long time ago….
“ ‘Almost’ only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades and atom bombs.”
Simple statement, yet profound.
My dad told me this after I had been doing something, had not finished, and made the excuse that I almost finished but got tired of working on it, so I quit. He didn’t elaborate, just let me think about it. I wound up finishing whatever it was. I’ve since come to equate “almost” with “half-assed” for an abandoned project.
How many times have you accepted “almost” from others? Or, more importantly, from yourself?
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I’m not the type of person to have tons of friends, I never have been. I have a small circle, and I like it that way.
My small circle and I have a problem. We all suck. We sometimes go months without hanging out or even talking, and every time we do talk, we say “I miss you! It’s been too long! We should hang out more!”. We muse about what we’re going to do “next time” and the fun we will have. Good times! Then, the moment passes, we part ways, and everyday life resumes her stranglehold. Weeks and months go by until we do it all over again. Vicious cycle.
I’d just like to point out that I’m saying that everyone sucks. Almost everyone is guilty of this with their friends, and maybe even with family. Too often, we let the everyday stuff get in the way of the truly important things. The connections that we have with people add so much more value to our lives than checking off to do list items.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 