2 years ago
turtle eating mashed potatoes?
Mashed potatoes? Yeah, I guess you could think that. That is until you look at the completely orgasmic happiness on this little fella’s face. So, what do I really think know it is? The only thing that makes you that gleeful is a huge mound of
(I don’t care about the damn raw eggs in it) sugar cookie dough!
via loveyourchaos
(via inabliss)
Wow… Just wow. No, it’s not an elegant word but ‘wow’ is what I felt when I saw this.
Most people would not guess that I’ve been drifting for years, but busyness does not equate purpose. I’m more of a leaf caught in the pull of an active stream. Now and then I’ll stop, catch my breath and think, “I’m not this person you see or think I am. This really isn’t me.”
I’ve been a ‘pod’ person. Doing everything I should, but just going through the motions… not stopping to think whether I want to be doing this at all. I guess they would call this taking on the ‘mantle of adulthood’. Well it feels less like a mantle and more like a shell. Something built up over a lifetime to protect you from the hurts and hard lessons, something that can also turn into your prison.
I’ve let my shell life exist for me, while I stay inside dreaming of how I used to be. So, I was finally awoken from my long slumber by words. Maybe it wasn’t his kiss that woke her either, maybe it was the taste of his thoughts and hopes. And maybe it made her realize that she had her own dreams and should be out there actively pursuing them herself.
via inabliss
2 years ago
To: pikkutiikeri
I’m sorry, I didn’t realize tumblr wouldn’t allow me to post several times to answer your question. This is what I was going to say to you…When my daughter was young, we would make up stories on long road trips. One of us would give the other a beginning sentence and a completely unrelated 2nd sentence- which was the ending. The other person would start with the first one and weave a story connecting it to that last sentence. You would talk and think as you went along.
I do this with writing too. I throw down two (usually crazy sentences), and I start right away. I don’t edit, or stop to think about how it sounds- I just finish it. Then I go back and flesh it out, edit, or sometimes I’ll completely change the whole thing. It gets you past the scary “What the hell do I do now” feeling you can get after the first couple of paragraphs. This may work for you too, or at least help you find what might work better.
Reblog with the first line of your favourite book
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.
It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind.
“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.”
When I reached ‘C’ company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into view below me through the grey mist of early morning.
”Like most people, I didn’t meet and talk to Rant Casey until after he was dead.”
“I am Sam.”
JUST KIDDING!
“Seldon paused in surprise.”
Who is John Galt?
On a brilliant March day all blazing light and radiant blue sky above the dazzling snowfields, the idea of ghosts pales into nothingness.
via cloudya
2 years ago
“The sooner I fall behind, the more time I have to catch up”
So, I’ve been sitting here eating pretzels sticks and now that my lips have almost no moisture left in them, the pretzels are sticking to them. Which is kind of cool, since I can wave them around while making monster noises. My cat’s highly fascinated and jealous of my new skill, but she’s hiding it well by pretending to be bored and leaving the room.It is almost noon, so guess I should start on the article that’s due tomorrow. Maybe base it on how when a Type A personality finds procrastination, it has the impact of a religious experience. I could even turn it in late to give the story more authenticity.
2 years ago
What a sad turn my life’s taken that I’m now posting things like this…
To Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’Lyrics written by: Mystery Goat (I think this is really davio1962)
Flying squirrel, he was taken from his outside world
I don’t exactly know what brought him here
Do you think it was the local beer
But now I own me a flying squirrel
He’s really smaller than a normal squirrel
He likes to jump around and try to fly
He likes to climb up places that’s real high
Then try to hide
His name is Rocky and he lives so loose
No he does not have a friend that’s a moose
Some say I’m not all there
Just because I own me a flying squirrel
Cause he was taken from a flying world
He’s not exactly like your average pet
But he’s so better than a dog or cat, and that’s a fact
Flying Squirrel, I tied his fur into a jerry-curl
He climbs to places that are up real high
He spreads his arms but yet he cannot fly
Though still he tries
And when he’s flying he’s soaring so high
Then he starts falling and smacks his behind
Some say I’m not all there
Just because I own me a flying squirrel
He’s really smaller than a normal squirrel
He chewed some wires and he made a nest
In my printer so to get some rest, that little pest
Flying squirrel, he’s my flying squirrel
You know I do own me a flying squirrel, my flying squirrel
You know I do own me a flying squirrel, my flying squirrel
You know I do own me a flying squirrel, my flying squirrel
2 years ago
So I quit twitter…
Because all the stuff I need to do IRL was piling up, and I just didn’t have enough time in the day to do and be everything.
No really, why did you quit twitter?
I wanted to get back to writing, and I couldn’t when I was listening to twitter’s seductive call.
No really… was someone mean to you? Did they hurt you?
Now I pause. Why is almost everyone asking me that? Did many people secretly hate me, and I was the only clueless one? Maybe I should feel paranoid? God, maybe I should feel paranoid about not feeling paranoid. What is the right way to feel paranoid- is there a certain protocol you follow?
Nah, I know you all are asking out of love. You’ve offered to beat up whomever might have hurt me. I’m sorry, I really wish I could offer up a sacrifice. But everyone was always wonderful to me on twitter… so, I really quit for the boring reasons given. I wouldn’t be hurt if you spread sexy rumors though.
2 years ago
Serious Question Going Around My Office Right Now.
I’d have to say twice as big. Yes, you might be called a fat head or big-headed, but you could also be known as having a huge intellect. Much better than being known as a pin head or small minded. ;)Would you rather have a head twice as big as your head or half the size of your head? Please explain why.
via jephkelley
Along the trail, some previous hikers created stone sculptures. I liked this one in particular. My friend, the hike leader, said it looked like a face and head. I didn’t see it.
Until I got home. Then I saw it. I like him. I am currently filling out the adoption papers to officially make him my latest (and quietest) child. Albeit one that might need a little encouragement and time before moving from place to place.
I will call him, Lars.
She took my daughter’s hand and placed a book in it. The book was Blow Away Soon by Betsy James. After reading the book, we built and decorated our own blow-away-soon. We’ve since moved back to Virginia, and my daughter is now a teen. She may think she’s too cool to decorate one with her mom now, but she’s held onto the book. Who knows, maybe one day she’ll build a blow-away-soon with her own children and tell them the following story.
We climb and climb, until the sky is wide all over. There’s nothing here- just air and that’s what wind is made of.
Nana says, “Sophie, can you find a good big stone?”
“Here’s one.”
“Perfect. Now put another stone on top of it. Then another, and another. Build it tall.”
“Is that all?” I ask. “That’s a blow-away-soon? That’s easy.”
“The hard part’s this,” says Nana. “You have to ask yourself: What shall I give the the wind for her to blow away?”
Sophie places grass, sand and a feather on the blow-away-soon.
“Is that everything?” asks Nana.
I put my hand in my pocket. I uncurl my fingers. The shell is cool and small.
“I could give her this,” I say.
But I don’t want to. It’s my shell. It’s all that’s left of an old sea.
The wind blows. Nana puts her arms around me.
“Sophie,” she says, “some things blow away, but some things stay. Some things are to let go of, but others are to keep for a long time.”
I look down at the shell in my hand.
Nana asks, “Is there anything you’d like to keep even more than that shell?”
“You,” I say. “I want you to live forever.”
I put my shell on the blow-away-soon. “The wind can have that,” I say.
via davio1962
2 years ago
Quick update…
Thursday was actually the start of what will be a very hectic weekend for me. Before I left twitter, I exchanged e-mails with lots of you. I have not even accessed my e-mail yet, because I want to spend some real time talking with you- not just grabbing a moment and jotting off a quick blurb. I’ve done some fast posts here, but this will probably be my last one until Monday when I have some time to finally ‘breath’. I just wanted to get this out to you all, so you’d know I hadn’t forgotten any of you.
2 years ago
Hello again, see I’m still here
Last night I got home, read everyone’s wonderful tweets and dms and answered them back. I’m sorry if the one to you didn’t go through after I deleted the account this morning. As my final act, I starred ever single one of your Favstar tweets. Actually, I starred every single tweet of every single person I followed/followed me. I also starred as many of the followers who had been with me for awhile- before I just couldn’t anymore. It was a final grand ‘screw you 20 star limit’ gesture.Dammit nhmagpie, why did you have to leave? You starred me even when I spelled pseudo as sudo. Hey, I’m working with 140 charecters or less here. I just wanted to say we (me, myself and I) miss ya already. I tried DMing you before you deleted your account.
Please don’t think last night’s crazy starring was how I usually did it- it definitely wasn’t. When I was on twitter, I read every single tweet- that’s why I kept my following numbers low. My stars were laughter, they were not an enticement to follow me. Sometimes I felt guilty for starring so much, as I was afraid people may star back just as a thank you. I considered not starring as much, but then I realized many would never know how much I appreciated their tweet.
Gosh, it feels quiet in here on tumblr. It’s like I’m writing in a library, while twitter felt like tweeting in a noisy cafe.
Tears and Laughter…
Growing up the only girl, amongst three brothers, I learned to be tough. I don’t cry often or easily, but I did cry the first time someone broke my heart. I even wrote a tweet about it. I fell deeply and madly in love with Billy… in the first grade. We held hands at recess. And he said he loved me, and we’d get married when we were a man and women in 5th grade.Then Cathy, oh Cathy… the girl who’d slide potato chips onto her fork, so her fingers wouldn’t get messy. (ha! She missed out on the best part of licking the salt, grease and probably schoolyard dirt off your fingers.) Well Cathy wore a beautiful, frilly dress to school on Valentine’s. God, all of us girls hated her and wanted that dress.
Billy gave her his Valentine that day. It was just one week after he said he loved me, and I gave him my heart. I punched him in the coat closet and put one of the mealy worms in her hair. As young as I was, I even flirted with his friends and pretended like it didn’t matter. When I went home that day, I hugged my dog and cried and cried. That was the very first time I realized, you really do feel pain when your heart breaks.
Yesterday I was the one who broke my own heart, and you know what? Almost forty years later, it still hurts just as much as the first time. Who knew you could fit a lifetime of friendships into only 4-1/2 months, but that’s only how long I was on twitter. Starting Monday, I’m going to write about my friends. Not anything about what we talked about, because I’ll never be one to convey confidences. I just want to share what made them special to me.
I do want to give two quick ‘shout outs’ after reading their tumblr posts:
Cravenheart- “you are such a pussy!” I’m not being crude in saying that, it’s joke between he and I. You and I were the twitter bookends. You evil and hedonistic in your manner, me pure and giving… ha! You made me laugh, and I made you cry. Now it seems you turned the tables on me. Thank you for that wonderful post! I love you only as a true litter mate can.
BakeMyFish: I’m sorry, but I’ll always think of you as BakeMyFish. I’m not going to write about our friendship now- that comes next week. Your lovely post made me cry too. But how can you think I’m going to leave our friendship behind? And how could I ever think that of you, just because I left twitter. The two of us have remained Skin’s fans most of our life. Yes, that means we are certifiably insane, but that also means our souls know loyalty beyond reason. I love you, you are one of my best friends… always and forever.
2 years ago
Friendship
I want to thank BakeMyFish for that absolutely wonderful post! Anyone that has gotten to know me, knows that I do most of my communicating via dm. I’ve met wonderful people on twitter and have become close to quite a few.
As BMF said, he, davio1962, navanax, and I have formed a strong friendship. I don’t know when we starting dming, but I’ve come to love these guys as my best friends. On the surface they appear very different, but I’ve found they have a lot in common. All three are truly gifted writers. You catch a glimpse of that through their tweets, but I’ve come to realize that’s just a very small fragment of an immense talent. They are very witty, smart and are some of the nicest, most loyal friends you could ever hope for.
And BMF… you really should get to know BakeMyFish better. You will never truly understand or appreciate what a wonderful person he is, if you’re just going by the surface persona. He goes out of his way to promote and support people new to twitter. Actually, that’s when I first dm’d him. I had only been on twitter a couple of weeks, but even I could see what a rare and wonderful thing it was that he was doing. From there we started talking about family, life, writing and growing up loving the Redskins and still remaining loyal to them- no matter how hard they make it at times.
So if you aren’t dming with people, and getting to know them beyond just the surface, then you are missing out on friendships like these. Thanks again BMF- you’re truly the best!
2 years ago
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