I thought about this this morning when I just couldn't sleep anymore and had to wait for the local store to open so I could get some more coffee (and frozen chopped spinach--can't believe the mega grocery store near work didn't have any last night). I call myself a liar because at least a week … Continue reading The closer it gets to Christmas, the more a liar I become…
In essence, my future is a black hole. I suppose that's true for most of us, but I'm really in a strange state regarding my job right now. My boss is leaving the job after next week, and I'm really bummed out about it. I wondered what would happen to the place if she were … Continue reading Looking into the black hole, and I can’t see the safety net.
image from crookedbrains.net I've been missing in action because being the parental figure/food god of pawed or feathered beings wasn't enough. I had to add fins to the mix this week. A. Lot. Of. Fins (and antennae). At first I was going for flippers. I love turtles, always have. And I went to the pet … Continue reading Overcoming depression & a lack of artistic inspiration with a fish tank (or two)…
I think I was 15 when dad bought me my first guitar. It was a typical six-string guitar, and one I wanted so badly to learn on. The difficulty was...well, the difficulty in playing, and not knowing anybody else who could give me pointers. I also didn't have much beyond the initial exercise books to … Continue reading Remembering Inspiration, or, Who Really Made Me Want to Play Guitar…
First of all: This re-reading the Bible thing is going to take a LOOOONNNNG time. I'm not even halfway through Genesis and I've already got about 10 pages of notes and questions. Yes, I'm taking the Bible for what it is, reading it in order. All I can say is I'm remembering why I got … Continue reading Sunday, Boring Sunday: God, Guns, Family, Friends, & Paranoia… I’ve had enough.
My week's been a blur. I haven't been on the internet in days, because less than three hours after I finished the post that ended up scheduled for Wednesday, I got a call from the police to get home ASAP. I'd just been writing about my dad and me in the past week, and how … Continue reading Making the Call No One Wants to Make, After Getting the Call No One Wants…
This is something that cropped up last week and kind of petered out. I haven't heard anything else, at the very least. My dad's got friends, some with their own health issues. I was startled last Tuesday when one of dad's friends (I'll call him Adam for privacy) called my cell phone out of the … Continue reading Trusting Yourself, Even When You’re Not Sure What You’re Doing
My copy: 9781593859862 (image from amazon.com) I think this is a book everybody needs to read and keep in mind, because the more I got into it, the more I realized we're NOT very good listeners for the most part. At least, I know I certainly am not, and neither are a lot of the … Continue reading The Lost Art of Listening: How learning to listen can improve relationships, by Michael P. Nichols, PhD.
I'm declaring Feb 21st - 22nd, 2018 as my rock bottom, and I'll be damned before I let myself get that far down again: emotionally, physically, and financially. The epiphany I had in mid January really came to a drastic crossroad this week, and I really have to put the pedal to the metal and … Continue reading This week on the trip to rock bottom…
I almost made this all about Halloween, but I'd already tackled why Halloween was so great before. I figured I'd better put Thanksgiving with it, which gave me more ammo to work with. So, onward from least to best (my version): 10. The color schemes are more earthy, nice, and don't blind you unnecessarily. Halloween's … Continue reading Ten reasons why Halloween and Thanksgiving are better than Christmas
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