Twinkle

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It’s the last month, and the only thing the prompt makes me think of is a screenshot I found on Pinterest of a Tumblr post.

a poem that floats around Pinterest, from Tumblr

It reads:

twinkle twinkle, little star
why is art so fucking hard

up above the world so high
i can’t draw the other eye

twinkle twinkle little fuck
dammit
what the
i give up

tumblr users sweetmotherofhandgrenades and yumatsukomo, per the screenshot

Why does this bring me such joy? I do not know, but it does. I’ve seen extended versions, too, I swear, but can I find them at this moment, when I’m writing this last, mandatory blog post of the year?

No. No, I cannot.

But this is my contribution to the world. Please, enjoy.

Thankful

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I am thankful for Bliss Kiss’s nail oil. It does a really good job of healing my cuticles (which I have a tendency to bother with until my cuticles are a hot mess) when I remember to use it regularly.

I am thankful for my family. Despite my significant lack of self-confidence, I am raising two good kids with my husband. We do good. My kids are awesome.

I am thankful for my furbabies. They are buttheads sometimes, but they’re cats. They’re supposed to be. They love us and they’re even warming up to my husband who wants them to like him but isn’t around as often as it takes to get them comfortable.

I am thankful for how hard my husband works to support our family. He’s taken on additional hours to help get us on-budget to get out of debt. I know it’s hard on him but I am more grateful than I can say for what he does.

I am thankful for the upcoming holiday season. I am slowly working out how to make Christmas joyful again for me instead of the positive-energy-suck it’s been for the last several years. I’m working on it.

I am thankful to realize I don’t have to keep liking things I don’t like anymore just because I used to like them. That means unsubscribing from RSS feeds of comics I don’t like anymore, and un-Patreon-ing people whose content I don’t enjoy anymore. If I’m sticking with a thing out of guilt, that’s not the right reason, and I’m going to be happier without it 95% of the time.

I am thankful for the uncluttering I have done in my life. I am freer for it, and I look forward to doing some more in the coming weeks.

I am thankful for my friends. You know who you are. Thank you for sticking with me even though I’m basically Eeyore inside a Tigger facade.

I am thankful for the times that motivational stuff resonates with me. It doesn’t always (like right now), but I greatly appreciate the times my headspace allows it in because I feel so much better when it does.

There’s so much else I’m thankful for. Mostly, I’m so very thankful that sharing my gratitudes is no longer uncomfortable. It felt very “woo-woo” for a very long time. Uncomfortable. Cheesy. Something Not To Be Shared. But now it’s not, and that’s very helpful to me.

Shiver

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The temperatures are finally in the range where I wish I’d planned ahead and worn my jacket in the morning, but still warm enough that I’ll forget that jacket in the afternoon.

It’s cool enough that yesterday, meeting a friend to exchange greetings (and dinner), my knees shook as the rain misted us and the temps failed to reach 60.

It’s not quite cold enough that I need multiple blankets to avoid freezing at night, and (hopefully) no one has yet turned on the heat in the house. I’m pretty sure we still have some trapped heat from summer inside our walls.

On a slightly different note, I watched a horror movie last night called Hell House LLC. Apparently it’s a series, and there are two others to see still. The thing is, though, is that I don’t like horror films. My level of scary movie is zombies and Resident Evil. World War Z is one of my favorite films (the book wasn’t as good). I enjoyed many seasons of The Walking Dead (but I didn’t finish it) and the first couple seasons of Fear the Walking Dead.

So why did I watch Hell House LLC? Someone I follow on Twitter said it was so good, and there were two others, and the film’s description made it look like a documentary.

I like documentaries.

I had to wash the taste of that film out of my head with The 12 Dates of Christmas, and I realize it’s ridiculously early for holiday romance films but it was absolutely necessary. I still found myself thinking about Hell House LLC about 5 a.m. when I was trying to go back for a few extra minutes of sleep.

That’s all I have for this month’s post. At this point, I think it might be more than enough.

…shiver…

Crunch

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Spicy Doritos

Taco Bell #10

That piece of random something in the hot dog that shouldn’t be there

Overcooked pork pot stickers

Chocolate pieces in Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia

Beetles under your shoe

Bumper meeting bumper

Autumn leaves on late September mornings

Popcorn

The spine of a new book

Good celery, cucumbers, and apple slices

Gravel

Dry toast

This pointless, rambly bit of nonfiction is brought to you by the letter Autumn. Have a lovely week!

Sky, the: (reach for it)

A rainbow in the cloudy sky

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I am going to shamelessly steal this blog prompt (so I can keep the streak going) and use it for my own nefarious purposes. I could talk about pretty clouds or rainbows (see the lovely featured image), but what I really wanted to talk about for a moment was “reaching for the sky.” (I wanted to find another way to phrase it, but all the ideas I had didn’t quite fit, so we’re sticking with this one.)

In my last post I talked about impulse spending, more or less. I heard about a conference, I immediately wanted to go, and I wanted to buy the most expensive VIP ticket because I have no idea why – it’s out of my budget and my comfort zone.

But I got it in my head, so okay. I’ve done this before. I’ll tell myself, “If I could earn $X by Y date, then I’ll do it.”

I have never once earned $X by Y date, nor even come close to even attempting it after I decided to.

So, as is my habit, I said to myself, “Self, give yourself 3 weeks to earn half the ticket price. If you can raise the $900 by August 21st, then get that damn VIP ticket. Earning so much so fast will prove to you that it can be done, and earning the rest of the money will be easy before the conference date arrives. And if you don’t earn the $900, get the cheapest ticket available anyway. It sounds like a really great opportunity, and you wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel because there is family nearby to couch surf with.”

Much to my surprise, I started finding some of the money. I asked my place of business to pay me for some furniture they’d offered to pay me for a year ago, but that I hadn’t taken action on, and got more than I asked for. I fulfilled some surveys and offers on Swagbucks (referral link – ask me for tips if you join) and was able to cash out another good chunk, and combine it with other previously cashed out chunks.

So far, I have gotten more than 1/3 of the way to my August 21st goal.

Oh. My. Goodness. I honestly can’t believe this is working.

But it is. I’m considering trying out being a driver for a meal delivery service to earn another 1/6 of the goal. I’m writing again because it’s an absolute fact that my words earn money, and the more words that are out there, the more money I will earn. Now, being a driver for the meal delivery service won’t earn the entire amount, and the words aren’t likely to generate that much so quickly.

The point isn’t that they’ll earn quickly, the point is that they’re out of my comfort zone. Miles outside.

I went ahead the moment I decided to try to earn the funds and requested the time off of work. I emailed the family member to ask if they’ll be in town, ensuring there’s someone who will ask how I’m doing, do I have tickets yet, etc. I told my husband, my kids, and my parents that I’m doing this thing, and while there is some confusion as to how I’m going to earn so much so quickly (on my part as well as theirs), everyone is on board. One of my parents may even come with me to spend time with the family I’ll be staying with when I go.

I am reaching for the sky.

Heat

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We only have two window air conditioning units in our house and one functioning ceiling fan. There are two floor fans and two desk fans on the first floor, and four floor fans (one for each bedroom and the bathroom) on the second floor.

Our house is old and the insulation isn’t wonderful. The windows are old and don’t all function as well as they should. We live on a main road and if we open the front door for ventilation we also get the noise from the truck route that goes through town.

We roast in the muggy heat of summer.

Central air is not in our vocabulary.

I hate the heat but there’s no way to escape it. No time for the public pool, no space for a private one in our little postage-stamp yard. No money for more window units or ceiling fans at the moment.

So we bake.

Risk

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This month’s prompt is risk.

I have several big projects to tackle if I want my home to be less stressful to me.

Cleaning out my garage.

Removing some carpeting from the house.

Things that there’s a very good chance I’ll do wrong.

But I don’t know if I don’t try.

And that’s the risk.

The garage in particular I am hopeful for. I spent last Sunday helping to clean someone else’s house. Throwing things away that were no longer useful or useable. Sweeping cobwebs from walls and ceilings. Ordering the things that would stay. Creating imperfect, better than before spaces that someone could come into and make something of.

If I just pretend the garage belongs to someone else, I stand a chance. I will go through what’s there with my husband to determine what things he would clearly like to remain, and then Sunday I will start.

Reassemble the bicycles. Arrange the tools. Sweep the grass clippings. Throw out the molding books. I have a tarp for what I will keep, and hope to find that the spigot works so I have a source of outside water.

Fingers crossed.

Risk.

Sweet.

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April’s topic – “sweet”.

Radical. Awesome. Dude. Sweet.

Does that conjure up guys with long hair and surfboards? Skateboards maybe? I don’t do either, but I love those words.

Do you know how many times I call someone “dude” and get strange looks? Lots. Some folks find it offense. “I’m not a ‘dude’,” my 13-year-old tells me.

It doesn’t stop me.

Sweet: awesome, cool, neat, fabulous, amazing, radical.

Also, a taste. I don’t have a sweet tooth exclusively. Some folks are salt people, some are sweet people, but I ride both depending on what’s going on in my life. Some days I really don’t want sweet anything, and some days you can bring it on for hours and it never gets old.

That’s all I’ve got.

Luck

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So, luck’s for March, is it? Okay, then.

Four leaf clovers

I can’t find them. I’m not that person. I’ve met those people, but I’m not them.

Pennies, heads or tails

I don’t believe it’s bad luck to pick up a penny that’s landed face down (tails) – it’s money. I don’t care how it’s landed. A coworker used to say, “It all adds up.” And it does.

Black cats

Incredibly lucky if you’re loved by one. Perhaps less so if you have the misfortune to be on their bad side. My black cat, Shadow (almost Midnight, occasionally President Shadow, inspiration for Inky), is adorable and fluffy and sweet and I really can’t imagine that it could ever be bad luck to have him in my life. He is the only one I’ve had to take to the vet since getting fixed, though. Hmm…

Broken mirrors

They’re bad luck if you get glass in your foot, so please avoid them.

Ladders, walking under

That’s just a bad idea. It’s bad luck because something is likely to fall on your head, or you’re going to nudge the ladder out of its precarious balance, and someone is going to fall on your head. Don’t do it unless you’ve really got no other safe choice.

Salt, spilling

I hate bugs, so I’m not tossing salt over my shoulder if I spill it in the kitchen on the off chance that it attracts undesirables. Nope. Not gonna do it.

13

Never did anything to hurt me, so I’m fine with it, too. Friday the 13th is a lovely day and is occasionally a family member’s birthday. Can’t go wrong there. I didn’t always feel that way, though. I have been superstitious about the number in the past.

7

I never particularly had any kind of affection for the number 7 as a lucky number, although my grandmother did. My lucky number is 42-7, sometimes written as 427, for no particular reason.

Horseshoes

Well, if you do believe horseshoes are lucky, make sure you hang them right side up above your doorway so the luck doesn’t spill out. (That’s in a “U” shape, not a “n” shape.)

Rabbit’s foot

Not very lucky for the rabbit, is it? I used to think they were lucky, except when I realized they were actually rabbit feet, I got a bit grossed out. The Monkey’s Paw may have had something to do with that.

Pink

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February’s prompt is pink. This is kind of super appropriate for me because pink is my color. I’ve said for several years that the moment I don’t have to worry about getting fired for pink hair, the hair is going 100% bright pink. Not a shy pink, either. No pastels for me.

I am one of those women (and I was one of those girls) that loves everything pink. Pink clothes, although I stick to pink tops these days, pink notebooks, pink paper, pink pens, pink backpacks, pink dresses. I don’t particularly think it was because I was “supposed” to like that color just because I was a girl – my mom’s favorite color is blue, and while that always baffled me (blue is nice and all, but it’s not pink, man!), fine. Everyone has different tastes.

Some of my daily pink items

Please forgive the state of my carpet.

Those are my essential pink items. The phone case, watchband, pen case, and traveler’s journal go with me everywhere daily. The laptop sleeve/case is used any time the computer leaves the house, and the water bottle I’m trying to develop a daily relationship with.

And it probably should be mentioned that the pink pen case carries one pink glitter pen and one pink ultra-fine pen. No, those are not my only pink ink pens.

Eyewear

Of course. While the front of my glasses are a darker purple in an attempt to not be too flashy, the inside and the arms are a lovely, bright color that you can almost see in this photo. I wasn’t sure about these because the arms are also very thin, but I love them now.

Vital supplies

In these two boxes I keep a ream of lovely pink writing paper, and letter-writing supplies.

This is not the full extent of the pink in my home. Notebooks, a giant soft die, a 6″ binder with a double-spaced, fixed font manuscript inside, a blanket, pens (pink barrel and pink ink), and a caticorn’s horn are just a few of the pink things I can see at this moment.

Oh, and the toes of my socks.

I think what I’ll try to do for the rest of the month is find as many pink things in my life as I can, and I’ll report back with photos. My purse might be pink, but it’s also kind of red. There’s my coat which could charitably be called cranberry, but that’s not quite pink. But photos. I’ll grab them and post them, and create a lovely pink gallery because pink is the color. At least, pink is my color. I get it if you don’t love it as much as I do. It’s not for everyone.