Posts Tagged ‘Writings’

Day Two–Internal Critics.

August 8, 2009

1. Answer this: If you were certain your life would end in 30 days, what would be your biggest regret? Why?
2. Analyze this: What area of your life are you suffering from Someday Syndrome? (SS=one day, when, if only)
3. Realize this: Today IS your Someday!
4. Choose this: What metaphor would describe your life if you were fully awake and engaged?
5. Find this: Find a symbol to represent your metaphor and post it somewhere to remind you.

Biggest Regret:

My biggest regret would be that I always seem to be second guessing myself.  How many times have I failed to seize an oppurtunity because I let my dual brained nature rationalize the possibilities? How many negative or painful consequences could I have avoided?  How many lost moments with my older children who are now adults.

someday Syndrome:

MY time always is impacted by the SS.  I will have the family history documented as far back as possible.  Someday.  I will write enough to support my family, or at least enough that I don’t have to work outside the home. Someday.  I will take time for myself.  Someday.  I will have a hugely popular and well read  blog.  Heh, yeah, Someday.

My Metaphor:

There is a scene in Shawshank Redemption where Andy Dufresne escapes from prison by crawling through 500 yards of sewage and comes out the other side, standing in the middle of a drainage ditch, and raises his hands, and looks to the sky with his eyes closed, with the rain washing the filth from his skin and clothes.  That is the key moment in a movie that has more then it’s share of symbolic moments.  I’d like to think that when I stop second guessing myself and I stay focused on ME, and what I need to do for me, separate from my family and my home…then it’ll be like the rain, washing the fear that often reeks and poisons the soul, from my skin.

Hmmm..that almost sounded profound.  Or perhaps that is my internal critic second guessing what I just wrote.  Tough, internal critic.  I’m posting this.  If it moves someone else, great….if not, oh well…I’m not going to second guess this one.


30 days to live challenge

August 6, 2009

I have been invited by Tasra Dawson over at Real Women Scrap to participate in a month long challenge.

What would you do if you only had one month to live.

I’m going to join in…Will you?

I am a five days late…so I think I’m going to start with day one today, then I’ll just run 5 days behind

Unconditional Love

July 19, 2009

I wrote my first article at Helium about Unconditional Love. Take a look and let me know what you think.

Emailing on Autopilot, huh?

April 2, 2009

I use Gmail as my primary email address and for the most part I am very happy about it.  I logged into today and noticed a new link on the top of the page.  It’s called Gmail Autopilot.  It will respond to your email for you.

Excuse me?  I have enough difficult monitoring my own tone in email…I doubt an automated system will do better.  I’m too damn snarky for that….

What happens if a sender and recipient both have Autopilot on?
Two Gmail accounts can happily converse with each other for up to three messages each. Beyond that, our experiments have shown a significant decline in the quality ranking of Autopilot’s responses and further messages may commit you to dinner parties or baby namings in which you have no interest.


Yes, it is possible

March 5, 2009

So even when I slack on updating my blog myself, I never miss visiting Mary over at Owlhaven. The woman is a Goddess on earth, full of humor and wisdom, and she’s probably the biggest reason why I started blogging again. She has managed again to astound me with her time management skills (Yes Mary, it takes skill to keep all of your hair attached to your scalp and live on 2-4 hours of sleep….) and has published a book entitled A Sane Woman’s Guide to Raising a Large Family. If you have children (at all people, you don’t need to have a small country sized family to enjoy the wisdom in this book) at all or are thinking of having children, Run, don’t walk, over to Amazon and BUY THE BOOK!!!!!!

I think my favorite gem from the book is on page 84. “Humor is one of a parents most powerful allies.” My husband has no issues teaching from a point of silliness, even resorting to fart humor to get his point across. Myself, it takes a little work to utilize my dry sense of humor into the appropriate level of silliness to get point across.  But it will work.   Just ask Mary.


January 7, 2009

I have been having one of those weeks where I think I have a lot to write about until I actually sit in front of the computer and look at the cursor blink at me on the screen. Then my brain says “Uh no, I’m outta here, baby!” And I’m left to go putz around on Facebook or Stumbliing around.

That’s kinda where I’m at tonight…I have told myself all day that I want to go home and spend some time on the blog just writing about ANYTHING, (I’m a firm believer in writing anything will trigger writing something that eventually you will be happy with, ala, Stream of Conscioness writing)…and you’re right “uh No” it’s not really working for me….

So I decided to just putz around and I have a few things that I wanted to share just because they made me go…hmmmmmmmmm.

First up…The Notice…This is one of those images where you just have to look at it twice to fully find the humor in it.

Number 2….Creating your evil plan…Jael, if you are reading this…think of Goldfish moments….seriously. This let’s you select different componants of an evil plan to dominiate the world (or Just causing chaos)…For those of us out there with a twisted sense of humor…please go visit

#3, The Diva Toolbox. The name pretty much says it all.

#4, the benefits of Fasting. Oh Hell no. it may work for some, but not for this chicken. I’m a big woman, who also happens to be a carnivore. I like my red meat, my french fries, my chocolate chip cookies, my tacos, my mac and cheese….I like my veggies, but I gotta have FOOD. F-O-O-D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY, I’m done for now….I will try to have something more meaningful to say tomorrow.

I am from………….

September 11, 2008

So the latest prompt for me to start a blog up, has been Mary from Owlhaven. If you haven’t read her blog yet, do so…Anyway, her blog recently moved to it’s on home and I ended visiting the archives…and found her version of the “I am from..” poem. That got my creative interest so I did some reasearch and found some other examples and decided to take my own stab at it…

Here goes:

I am from a lone plum tree in the corner yard of a rundown garage apartment, from Lucky Charms and Q-tips. 
I am from the old dump trailer in the back yard that I dug under like an errant puppy and used for a “fort,” playing with earthworm after earthworm until I was convinced that I was an honorary member of their clan.
I am from the honeysuckle plants that lined the side fence like sweet California nectar. 
I am from the scratchy, prickly tumbleweeds that had to be pulled every year as part of some obscure Sonoran ritual. 
I am from homemade chocolate chip cookies that were piled dozen after dozen every holiday season, guarded by my mother, who watched my like a hawk, from reading with my tongue stuck out slightly,  from Pearl Mardell and Gladys and the adoptive grandparents of the neighborhood. 
I am from the intellect that only comes from reading incessantly througout my entire childhood and developing that vocabulary that can astound or disgust…heal or hurt, irritate and vex with the minimum amount of effort; from the pragmatism of knowing that life isn’t all in the books and sometimes you have to fold over the corner of the page, or grab the nearest scrap of paper, close the book and look at the world around you. 
I am from a hodgepodge of traditional “christian” values, mixed with the commone sense of a grandmother from Kansas who went to her “Dorcus” group every Saturday, and the realization that TRUE faith and religion is what you make of it in your heart and in your soul. 
I am from Santa Maria and Tucson, from the Basque region of Spain, from the the border between German and French, from Hodsell island and from the desert of Arizona, from Porcupine Meatballs and scrambled egg omelettes with nothing but cheese in them.
I am from watching Lawerence Welk every Saturday with my Nana G, sleeping on her hide-a-bed couch and taking a bath in her pasty salmon colored bath tub, from looking at picture after picture in Nana Percy’s house on Pine street, and then again in Nana G’s house year later, surrounded by powdery pink smelling dusting all the shelves that were covered with every Garfield trinket an 8 year old could afford.

I am from watching “Tommy” at the drive-in with my uncle when I was 3 and he was 16, a complete surfer boy during my entire childhood, from listening to cassettes of top 40 during 1980 and dancing in my bedroom, from posters of Shaun Cassidy and Mike Nesmith on my walls.  I am from mustard yellow formica, a pressed wood kitchen table and Calico, from her daughter Panda and her son Wiskers…from that avacado green chair to the desk in the corner.  I am from sunshine yellow walls that clashed with my pretenda cheneille bedspread in the most interesting shade of dark orange.  I am from whitewashed brick wall and stained glass, from Scooby-doo and from the Superfriends.