Isn’t the American culture obsessed with reversing the clock? In my opinion it’s truly sad. We have stooped so low as using poison injections in our faces, only to have a face that doesn’t move. I have Botox in my spastic muscles about every nine months. It hurts like heck(ll). I can not imagine having them in your face, by choice.
The anti-aging industry is probably a billion dollar one, from anti-aging surgical procedures, “miracle creams,” even shampoo. What happened to “aging gracefully”?
Isn’t it supposed to be “it’s inside what counts”? In my humble opinion it’s other cultures that have the right idea. So what if you are getting older? My great, great uncle, Doug is 94. He looks 94. He is the sweetest man. He was in the Air Force during World War II, and could talk about it all day.
Don’t we become wiser with age? Why are we so ashamed?
I wasn’t planning on doing a post today as, no to offense WordPress, I thought the prompt stank. I also had a rough morning with every muscle in my body extremely tight. Tomorrow will probably be better, at least.
I was feeling sorry for myself, I’m ashamed to say.
His timing is uncanny! I opened Facebook and, well, let me set the scene.
I’m involved with a charity that provides with Free Wheelchair Mission, a nondenominational Christian charity that provides wheelchairs to the physically disabled all over the world. The people they help have literally spent their lives in bed, or crawling on the ground.
Once a year they have a gala, which is the big fundraiser for them. This year I think they raised a million dollars.
Dad and I attended the event in July. I knew there was going to be a guest speaker, but didn’t expect to be as inspired as I was. Nick Vujicic was born without arms or legs. You would think he had no quality of life, having no limbs. What was so inspiring was, he went from being suicidal as a teenager to now traveling all over the world advocating for the physically disabled. He has gotten presidents and kings to change their laws regarding the disabled and bought accessible homes for people.
Us.
Back to Facebook. I now follow him, and get posts every so often. During my self pity I opened my page, and there was a post from Nick. It was my reminder about how stupid I was being. How dare I feel sorry for myself! He has the best attitude, even without something I take completely for granted: arms and legs.
I don’t have to wait for tomorrow to be a better day; it’s already happened.
You already know that I’m very random. Quirky as well. I think the people at WordPress had me in mind when they decided on today’s prompt. I am not only random and quirky, you can definitely add sarcastic. Very sarcastic.
Having said that the following is a list of words/concepts that have had their time, but it’s time to retire.
Looney Tunes: a cheap Disney copycat.
Clowns: unless you are three, scary.
Harry Potter: talk about scary.
Sci-Fi/Fantasy: see above
“Dancing With the Stars”/”The Bachelor”/”The Bachelorette”: haven’t seen them, but ABC needs to stop with the commercials.
“Entertaining”: just say you’re having people over.
Cruises: pay a fortune for claustrophobia.
Lakers: near Los Angeles during basketball season it’s all you hear about.
Camping: a hotel, please.
Halloween: fine, if your age is in the single digits.
Pandas: I don’t need to know when one is pregnant or just had babies.
Am I missing anything? Yes, actually. The above are only eleven from a list of 67 items on my “overrated” list. But you get the picture.
According to Statistic Brain.com there are well over 218 million Americans who are eligible to vote. Yet only just over 146 million did in the 2012 election. Of those, 69% of men and 72% were women.
Think of the Revolutionary War. Americans were willing to die for something we take for granted. Women fought tirelessly to vote and it was finally granted in 1920. African Americans in 1959.
It’s a little early to say who I will vote for. I was thinking Trump, but he has a big mouth. I watched the debate, and couldn’t believe his comments.
So I don’t who for, but I will be voting in 2016. Will you be joining me?
I told you that bad grammar was my pet peeve, but I’ve thought of something else that is right up there on the extremely annoying scale: laziness. I would never hear the end of it if I admitted this to my parents (actually I think I will be getting a huge I told you so from Mom, who posts my posts for me), but if you just do something right the first time, you’ll save yourself a whole lot of effort.
Probably like every kid on the planet at one time or another, I ran the toothbrush under the faucet instead of brushing my teeth. Instead of making my bed, I just pulled up the comforter, while the blanket and sheet remained a jumbled mess.
There is a new form of laziness for the 21st century, and you know what I’m talking about—it runs rampant on social media: LOL, OMG, IDC. Now that’s lazy! Just SAY it, already! And who comes up with that stuff, anyway?
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I know a lot of it came from text messages’ shorthand, which I get. But what about, say Facebook? Why not type the whole phrase? Just laziness, I tell you!
I so wish I had the nerve to say something! It would go something like this: If you took the time just typing what you wanted to say, instead of coming up with abbreviations and reinventing the wheel, you would probably be time ahead.
When it comes to my bedroom, I live by the motto “a place for everything and everything in its place.” Actually, that might not be strong enough. Let’s just say that if one of my possessions is moved a foot from it’s rightful place, I go mad.
The worst is every other Wednesday when the cleaning women have been here. They have no attachment to my things. They are “put away” nothing like they found them, in an effort to hurry up and be done. Problem is, they are never how they found them.
You would think my computer desktop would be spotless. Far from it. Let me count. There are fourteen files currently crowding the desktop. More than half of those are empty files just cluttering it up.
My email inbox is ten times worse. It’s gotten as bad as 150 unread emails! I guess the problem is that I’m too lazy to clear out the junk. Also because it becomes overwhelming: You clear it out and there’ll be twenty more tomorrow morning. Gap and Amazon send something every day. Land’s End, Anthropologie twice a week, and about that timeframe for Pinterest, Facebook, and Bloglovin.
It’s a losing battle. It’s going to be easier to get a new email address and start fresh than to clear this one out.
Have you seen the CBS show “The Briefcase”? It’s definitely not my favorite, but something you can DVR for when nothing is on. After all, summer TV is slim pickings! The show’s premise is this: Two families are given $100,000. They can keep all of it, some of it, or give it all away to another family in equal or worse financial shape.
If you’ve seen it, you know that part of the show is when the couples exchange houses, trying to find about the family who lives there? Instead of telling about the person/people I chose for this post, I decided to describe him/her/them using pictures.
Here goes—see if you can figure out what sorts of person/people would possess:
Reagan book- does that mean he/she/they like our 40th president? Are they Republican? Or just a fan of bad movies?
David Sedaris book: Does the person or people also have a quirky sense of humor? Or are they just sarcastic?
Tools: Are they working on something? Hobby? Both?
Medals: They look like running medals. Are they a runner? Or did they hit a runner’s garage sale then hang them up in their own home?
Basket of toys: Do they have dogs? Or just a child with a propensity towards grimy stuffed animals?
Last picture: Do they enjoy gardening? Is it even their yard? If not, where is it?
Okay, these pictures represent my parents, Linda and Gary. Dad is a huge Republican who thinks Reagan was the best president ever, hands down. He enjoys woodworking and is currently redoing our living room. Mom is a runner with a quirky sense of humor, hence David Sedaris. They both love dogs (Dad would never admit it). The garden is our backyard, and they both enjoy getting dirty taking care of it.
Hopefully if our family is ever on “The Briefcase,” whoever comes through our house to gather clues isn’t offended by Reagan, “gets” quirky personalities, and loves dogs. Otherwise, they’ll be keeping all the money for themselves.
I’ve already told you that my dream would be to a children’s author and that Beverly Cleary is my writing hero. Reading her books is one of my best childhood memories. It was probably my first “chapter book,” and I remember feeling so grown up. At around age seven.
The book I’m going to talk about now was earlier in childhood:The Little House. Mom kept a copy, probably for grandchildren, and I’m looking at it right now. The cover is bent in places and has a large scuff mark, which is a sign of love, as it was passed from me to Sarah, then Kelley.
At the time I was too little young to understand the symbolism, but as the surroundings of this cute cottage were being built up, being surrounded by skyscrapers, I remember feeling a sense of absolute panic. That little house didn’t deserve this! It was such a relief when the sweet house was moved to the country again. It told kids that things would be okay in the end, which is an important lesson to learn at an early age.
Some would call this progress…
It’s simplistic wishing life’s problems could be solved in 40 pages like the little house’s, but hey—aren’t happy endings what childhood should be about?
I have no tattoo (surprise, surprise) and am not looking into getting one. You could say that I have gotten stuck more times than I would care to, so I am not going to do it voluntarily.
I have family members who have them, my younger sister being one. I could cry when I think of Sarah’s tattoo, which is slyly placed on the inside of her foot. It says “ubuntu” in my handwriting. She spent a semester teaching in Africa and got it when she got back. The word “ubuntu” is an African proverb that means “I am because you are.”
It’s not even on my body, but that tattoo means so much to me. Let’s say Sarah and I didn’t get along as kids. I know what you are thinking, what siblings do as kids? Our arguments were worse. Please don’t judge me, but you could say that I purposely tormented my two siblings, believing it was my right. Sarah got the brunt of it. I feel awful now.
Whenever I see that tattoo there is a mixture of guilt and extreme love for my middle sister.
But she now thinks it’s her right to take trips “browsing” in my closet, maybe as payback. I suppose I owe her that much.
You have undoubtedly heard that people judge you based on what you say. For me, it’s your grammar, and when typed, punctuation. An error in either is worse than nails on a chalkboard—more like knuckle cracking, which is a sound that gives me the creeps.
But I would rather hear knuckle cracking 24 hours a day than things like, “Me and her are going to dinner.” Horrible. Or, “You is nice.” Awful. And my personal favorite: Misuse of the word “literal,” as in, “We literally froze.” It must be a miracle—a frozen person is talking to me right now!
Written mistakes might be worse because you can’t tune them out. For starters, how about they’re, their, and there? Or affect and effect? How about the same word with multiple meanings: Think about rose and rose. Saw and saw. Or a comma that can completely change the meaning of a sentence: “Can we eat Mom?” or, “Can we eat, Mom?”
Personal style in clothes is one thing, but taking liberties with the English language can label people lazy, not stylish.
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