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One-Liner Wednesday

This is somewhat true for me. I’m still missing my mom 11 years on, and she was definitely someone I “had,” a huge part of my life, but otherwise… yeah. It’s pretty easy for me to dump material possessions as I downsize (again) for moving. But it was difficult for me to let the “soul mate” dream go. I’ve never had a soul mate, which may seem ironic for a romance writer, so when my 20-year marriage ended, I became more determined than ever to find this person. It took 5 years of increasingly frustrating and depressing situations for me to realize I had to let the dream go for my own mental and emotional health. I talk about this a lot because it helps me reinforce it to myself. I just today posted in comments to 2 blogs how much happier I am without the wings of this dream beating in my brain.

But it was a struggle to lug the thing to the trash bin and leave it there.

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One-Liner Wednesday

Image found on Google

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Hello, It’s Me

As Rory continues to amass his dossiers on us, I for one am happy to provide loads of juicy info for his future blackmail schemes. How about you?

Secret agents

1. What makes you laugh, as in really laugh hard?

Unexpected humor is the best. I love to be caught off-guard by someone making a wordplay in the middle of a conversation. That just cracks me up, especially if it pulls in a layered reference to a past event. I can be moved to tears by verbal silliness. One thing I particularly enjoy (though it isn’t spontaneous) is parody. When I watched this video the other day for the first time, I was literally LMAO!

2. What makes you really angry?

What doesn’t? That would be a shorter list. Idiots who blow through red lights and go way over the speed limit. Tailgaters. People who abuse children and pets. Racism and antisemitism. Leaf blowers. Litterbugs. Any repetitive beeping sound wtfff shut up!!!

People who refuse to take responsibility for their own feelings. Blamers, whiners, and bullies. Sulkers and pouters. But also those who scream endlessly. Stalkers. Narcissists. Compulsive liars. Yes, I could have just said men on dating sites. 🙄

3. Who knows you the best?

My daughters probably know me best of all, but no one knows the real me. There’s a blogger (inactive now) whom I’ve never met in person, but when we were hanging out online she was great at understanding what I meant. I sometimes write obscurely and she would translate for the masses. (I’m better at writing clearly than I used to be.) My ex-husband also could translate my thoughts for me way back when. It’s nice to feel understood, without having to explain 27 different ways before someone goes “oh I see,” and then you wonder if they’re just being polite. These two somehow tapped into the way my mind worked regarding conceptual thought, and that was very cool.

But that’s just one aspect of a person, how they think about concepts. It’s important, granted, but there are other things, needs, values, dreams, goals, humor, etc. I used to be more “branded” with stuff like cupcakes and shoes and favorite novels and ways of expressing myself, so that it was easier for people to predict what I might say. But I became too bored with all that, even if it’s ideal for an online presence. Some people know a few facets of me well, and a few (my daughters) know many… but there are some no one knows, maybe not even me.

Eye behind camera lens with chess pieces

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Images from Happy Color and Pixabay

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Blogging and Licorice

Dr Tanya continues her series of blogging about blogging by asking today:

“How do you write fresh content when everything that is worth saying has already been said?”

Water cooler bitmoji

First, I would like to note that Dr. Tanya asks us to leave a link in her comments when we respond to this question, but her comments appear to be disabled (again).

Second, my specific answer to the question is that it’s easy to write fresh content when we stay in the realms of fiction, poetry, and personal experiences. As we respond to the prompts using our imagination to create a piece of flash fiction or a poem, we will end up with something new. That’s what I love about the prompts ~ the various ways we each react to the same picture. Fascinating! Personal stories are fun to read too; usually we can relate to some element in another blogger’s peeve or smile.

Where we get in trouble imo, where things slide into boringness, is when people turn their blogs into link machines. I don’t want to see posts full of clicks to CNN or to items to purchase, nor do I want to read yawny advice on finance or health or any other thing. Am I telling people what to write? Of course not. Write whatever the hell you want! I’m simply answering the question: what’s fresh content vs dull content in my opinion. (In another blog’s comments, I was accused of telling people what to write when giving this opinion.)

Third, what happens when you write the kind of stuff someone doesn’t care for? Say you’re a person who loves to post product reviews on your blog… and you read this post of mine. What happens now? Should you get infuriated and crab at me? Well, that is one option. Or you could think hmm she doesn’t want to read blogs that are mainly product reviews, oh well… I guess I’ll go focus on people who do.

I wish I had a nickel for every time I’ve read/heard someone saying they hate romance novels or poetry. I get it. It’s not your cup of tea. That’s not a problem for me… I will continue writing romance and poetry just the same because I enjoy it. And I don’t crab at the folks who think poetry is boring or romance writing is stupid; they have every right to their tastes. I’m not sure why there’s this persistent percentage of peeps who think it’s important that nothing ever be criticized.

It’s okay to have preferences. It really is. And there’s nothing more annoying than someone trying to talk you out of them. I ran into this guy once who seemed upset that I didn’t like black licorice and wanted to prove to me that I had never actually tasted “real” licorice. But what if it’s true that I go my whole life believing I don’t like licorice without actually knowing the real taste of real licorice…

What difference does it make?

Bitmoji shrug

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Images from the Bitmoji app.

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The Monday Peeve 10

The Monday Peeve annoyed kitty

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

I don’t even know where to start with this peeve… it’s not really a single peeve but more like a peeve cascade. Buckle up! 😮

First, I noticed that my Amazon Prime movies were doing an annoying thing: I’d click on one to watch but get a message it wasn’t available. Sometimes I’d have to click 5 times before the movie would start and it’s not like any of these flicks are masterpieces. I googled this issue and it said to restart my whole Roku dealio, so I did and nothing has changed. This was not and is not happening on Netflix, btw.

Second, a few days later I received an email from Roku telling me that my Roku was old and might quit working properly. Well, great news there. They had a special offer for me, natch. For a mere $15 (plus T&S), I could upgrade to Roku Express and stay in the loop with software updates and such.

Third, last night (Wednesday) I decided to order the stupid thing. I had to create a new Roku password because I forgot mine and also had to change my credit card because the one on file had expired. But the Roku website wouldn’t accept my new card. I entered it like 27 times and nope. It wouldn’t take it.

Fine. I figured I’d buy the damn thing on my phone. But this was one of those times, and there are many, when the new chained password failed to actually chain to my linked device. Okay, I decided to request a new NEW password on my phone and chain it back to my laptop (for whatever reason the chain always works in that direction). But Roku said no, you can’t. I logged out on my laptop. Still no. 😡

OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD LET ME SPEND SOME MONEY WOULD YOU PLEASE!!!!!

Then I had a brainflash. I turned on my TV, went to Roku settings, and changed my credit card info there.

Breaking Bad Jesse yeah science

I ran right back to the Roku website on my laptop, logged in, saw that my CC had been automagically updated, and bought the whatsit Express. Whoop de farkin’ doo!

Then, then my friends, Roku says to me…

“Hey girl. We see you don’t have a Roku TV. Would you like to buy some speakers for it? Remember, they only work with a Roku TV!” 🤯🤯🤯

I mean… I mean… I’m already out $22 for this Express nonsense, when I thought the original Roku would last the rest of my life. I don’t trust these peeps at all now, and I assume I’ll have to buy more dumbassery upgrades in the future to keep using my TV for streaming channels if I even want to… have I mentioned that most movies are crap? But then every once in a while there comes along a Sopranos or a Breaking Bad or a Game of Thrones… 💖

Anyway, sure, let me get right on that special speaker deal just as soon as I jump on this sail sale… I hear they only work with boats…

Sailboat ocean lavender golden sunset

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Images from Pixabay, Google, Pexels.

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Doggie Dreams

Stream of consciousness Saturday

Once I had a dream of dogs and they were frightening, a whole pack, about to attack and kill me, circling around. It was mixed in with driving and my ex… I posted about it, I think, but we aren’t supposed to go look things up in our SOCS. Yesterday or the day before I dreamt of dogs again. It’s not a theme that recurs (npi) frequently, so it’s significant, imo. I don’t dream about cats either. Animals simply don’t inhabit much real estate in my dreamland. Anyway, I did look up the meaning of doggie dreams, not that I necessarily believe in any of that woo. Supposedly, dogs represent fidelity, loyalty, protection, and self-defense. But those would be nice dogs… my old dream wasn’t about nice dogs and my recent dream was about two huge, scary dogs jumping on me, one at a time, putting their paws on my shoulders, and staring into my eyes. Each time, I was sure I would die. Their owner, a mean horrible man I don’t know, stood to the side and did nothing. But the dogs didn’t hurt me, despite the fact that he didn’t call them off. I was terrified though.

The dream interpretation site said that a dog in a dream could be a self-protective emotional barrier, so maybe the doggies that put their paws on my shoulders weren’t dangerous. They could have been guarding me from something. The man may have been irrelevant. There were two dogs. One was brown, which may mean I feel out of control wrt to a relationship or may be starting a new one. And the other doggo was white, symbolizing friendship and happiness. I guess this doggie dream was a much better dream than the first one, where the dogs were aggressive and chasing me ~ symbolizing anger with my ex. Even though these last two doggos were huge and put their paws on me, there was no actual threat.

Sometimes a dog is just a dog. 💖

Adorable golden retriever puppy

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Images credits Shelley Krupa and Diane K.

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Sun in the Fun

Bitmoji in shades

A lovely new follower I suggest you check out, Chaotic Blonde (what a fabulous name!), has gifted me the Sunshine Award! Thank you so much, CB! 😍

These days, I’m not much into posting awards and tagging others, but I will still answer questions people have taken the time to compose (when I have the time).

1. What made you want to create a blog?

This blog was created in March 2011 as an outlet to post song lyrics, poetry, etc. that related to my emotional distress at the time. It changed as my circumstances did.

2. Do you prefer writing at night, or in the day?

Whenever the mood strikes, but mostly at home, at night. 🌙

3. What was the last film that made you cry?

Hmm, I can’t remember. It’s been a while since I’ve seen anything good/moving.

4. What’s an interest that not many people know you have?

People were surprised recently when I expressed interest in going to a reptile farm, but snakes are fascinating. 🐍

5. Describe yourself in three words.

Funny, reliable, neat.

6. If you were a cocktail, what would you be?

Irish coffee. ☘️

7. Do you believe in astrology?

No.

8. Name three things on your bucket list.

Travel by train; finish all my WIPs; learn to crochet.

9. Do you think happiness comes from within, or that it’s something to be shared?

Within.

10. To you, what is love?

Chemicals.

11. What’s changed the most about your writing style since you first started out?

I quit writing “poast” because it annoyed Fandango.

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Image credit to the Bitmoji app.

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More About Meeee

It me bitmoji

Rory continues his Really You game with a second round of questions today…

1. Do you hoard clutter or constantly de-clutter?

As Melanie noted, clutter and hoarding are two separate things, though of course one can be a hoarder with a cluttered house. My mother, forex, was extremely neat and clean, and her homes were always free of dust and clutter, but she did hoard some weird stuff in the back of the closets. Some men I’ve known have been messy with a lot of clutter around, but I wouldn’t call them hoarders. They’re just too busy or lazy to clean up. I’ve also known messy hoarders who would literally freak out at the idea of tossing away any of their precious garbage. Ughhh. Impossible to date these people. Can’t even imagine what would happen if two of ’em ended up together… 😱

As far as me, I am neither a clutterer nor a hoarder ~ in fact, I’m notorious for throwing things away. That’s how I relieve stress. Delete delete delete! Ahhhh… Right now, I’m in the process of moving and have tossed a ton of things away and also have donated some stuff to Goodwill. It makes me feel fantastic to lighten up! I only wish I could afford to dump everything and start over completely! Well, not everything. I do have some sentimental attachment to photo albums and books, etc. But clothing and furniture and useless knickknacks bought on a whim? Meh.

Love empty clean space…

Empty clean room hardwood floor

2. Do you enjoy cooking – if so what is your ‘special dish’  and if not what is the dish you wish you could create?

This is a complicated question. I loved cooking when I was young, but it was also a form of control for me. I wanted to know exactly what I was eating and how much in order to count calories. Later, I lightened up about that, but at the same time became more adept in estimating the calories in restaurant foods (pro-tip: always higher than you imagine), plus there are a zillion guides and charts now. I was happy to cook for my family and figure out ways to create meals we could all enjoy. I never forced anyone to eat anything they disliked cuz I hate when people do that to me.

But now I’m alone. It’s not fun to cook for myself and have to clean up a sink full of dishes after. I dislike buying in quantities I know will go to waste, eat the same meal 5 times, or freeze it in blobs. Occasionally, I’ll make something for a potluck, but with so many people now vegan or gluten-free or paleo… meh. It’s just easier to stop at the store for a fruit bowl or whatever. I keep careful track of my finances, and I’m not spending more now that I’ve quit bothering to cook for myself.

When I was dating (barf), I thought it would be romantic to cook with someone, but things never progressed to that point. I kept running into these man-babies who were looking to be coddled and nurtured by having someone prepare hot meals for them when they came over. Welp… I work full-time same as they do. I am totally not into slaving away over a stove for some dude while he watches the game. It’s not 1950, hello!

June Cleavage costume cherry pie

3. What are we likely to find in your condiment cupboard?

I just threw everything away! 🤣🤣🤣

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Rory’s Question Fun Directory

Image credit to the Bitmoji app, Google, and Amazon.

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FPQ48: Like A Surgeon

Fandango’s provocative question

Fandango provocatively asks…

“Do you believe the government of a country has a responsibility to provide universal, affordable (if not “free”) healthcare for its citizens? If you live in the United States, would you favor a Medicare for all/single-payer health plan? If you live outside of the U.S., does your government provide universal healthcare? If so, how do you feel about it? If not, what kind of healthcare coverage do you have?”

Okay, first, this type of healthcare is not “free” ~ nothing is free. It is paid for from the monies collected from taxes, as are all government programs, benefits, military spending, foreign aid, etc. I’m an American, btw. Rah. 🎉

Second, I don’t believe that what we have now is good. I don’t think that our health insurance should be tied to our jobs. I realize it’s a “tradition,” like turkey, and Americans hate giving up anything that’s traditional, but it makes no sense. We don’t get auto insurance through our employer, so why should our employer have info about our medical coverage/needs? Why are they involved at all? This is my “big thing.”

Third, relating to the above, when we leave a job or are an independent contractor, we’re usually stuck with some expensive medical insurance plan, since we must be doubly punished for not having that traditional paycheck. Yeah, that makes sense… our income has declined, so now we have to pay more for healthcare. The American Way. 🙄

Fourth, I used to be on board for single payer, but now I’m not so sure. Competition is healthy, though it doesn’t always make sense in the context of medical care, does it? If I need new tires, I can shop around, but if I break my leg, I kind of am at the mercy of the first hospital an ambulance dumps me off at. If they charge $5,000 or $25,000… welp, what can I do? Not to even mention what the ambulance charges…

So, to ramble back to my own argument that I just defeated… maybe competition isn’t the best thing for healthcare? There should possibly be some oversight and enforced limits. Who should be in charge of that? Our corrupt gobblement? Lol! 🤣

Fifth, Fandango was careful to use the word “residents” in his post, but I’m not PC and will go right ahead and use the word “citizens.” Yep, I do believe that whatever healthcare benefits we give out to those who can’t pay and don’t have insurance should be reserved for our own citizens. It would of course be lovely to give everyone medical care and housing and all the things, kumbaya, but as I said at first… none of that is actually “free.” Taxpayers pay for it all.

On the otter hand… it seems really wrong to pretend that our country as a whole doesn’t benefit greatly from the labor of the “residents” here illegally, who work for less than minimum wage and no benefits. There’s a reason why illegal immigration never ends and it’s because there are jobs waiting for these peeps… if there weren’t, they wouldn’t come. If someone gets sick after working in a meat-processing plant for 10 years so we can enjoy cheap wings while watching the big game… who should pay for his hospital stay?

See, no one has to argue with me in comments; I do it all here upfront. Just another service from Light Motifs and you don’t even have to buy me a coffee. ☕️

So, to sum up: I don’t have a fucking clue what we should do about healthcare in our screwed up country… and neither does anyone else, no matter how loudly they screech about it, nor how many trillions (trillions!) of dollars they want to throw at it. There ya go.

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Image credit Fandango himself.

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My Bad

Bitmoji sorry

Bloggers have been discussing plagiarism as it relates to images. While I have strong opinions about “regular” plagiarism, I’ve been sloppy with respect to pics. For the ones on Pixabay, they say no attribution is necessary, so I’ve been taking them at their word there. I also don’t bother crediting the ones from Pexels which are right here on the WordPress tab ~ it literally says “free photo library.” However… I can see that people might get confused and believe they are my photos when they aren’t. 🤯

Obviously the pictures from the Happy Color app are not mine, since the HC logo appears in the image itself. I see no need to be redundant and state it again, though I was doing so at first. And bitmojis are from their own app, even if not marked (not my problem ~ I’ve been putting “bitmoji” in the alt text lately). But my own photos (or ones I’m using with permission from family) should be noted, just to discourage others from believing they were found on a free site. I probably should put a mark on them, not that it couldn’t be chopped off. Such a pain. I’ll get right on it…

The main problem is google images. I have some on here, uncredited. I think I used to say I found an image on google, but then figured eh why bother. Google doesn’t need my help in promotion, plus saying you found an image by grabbing it off google doesn’t really give credit to the copyright holder if there is one. That’s like saying hey thanks big box store where I stole a little piece of candy! I’m sure the big boxers are grateful for the mention. 🙄

Think about it. If you take a photo of your lunch today and plop it on your blog, after a while it will end up in the great googly image warehouse. Next year, someone googles “bagel sandwich” and finds your photo, saves it, and plops it on their blog. They state: “found on google.” How does this give you any credit for your photo? It doesn’t. But at least this other blogger isn’t saying she took the photo herself. I guess that’s something.

Paula Light’s bagel sandwich

Anyway, henceforth and forthwith I vow to be clearer with image crediting until I forget again. When I do inevitably forget, here’s a rule of thumb: bad photos are mine; good photos are someone else’s. Hope that helps! 🤣

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Images from the Bitmoji app and Paula Light’s personal collection.

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The Monday Peeve 9

Helloooo! Why didn’t anyone tell me I forgot to copypasta the boilerplate peeve language to last week’s peeve post? Rawr! Anyway, here it is, immediately followed by a freshly baked peeve.

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

Today’s peeve is parents who… don’t parent in public. Now, before anyone starts up with special cases of differently abled kids (or whatever the term du jour is), I’m talking about the standard-issue kid, who runs around yelling and being a general nuisance in stores and restaurants, while the parents do nothing to stop it. Last Friday some friends and I were having dinner and socializing in a sports bar/restaurant that was frankly inappropriate for children since it was mostly a place to drink, watch sports, and shoot pool. I would never have brought children there in the first place.

But some parents decided that the back room, where we were, was the babysitting area, since it had a “claw machine.” You know, one of those contraptions to dump money in and try to grab a stupid toy. For hours, at least three kids, about 7-12 years old, were in there screaming and running around unsupervised. Finally, we told them to stop. I personally avoid reprimanding strangers’ children, since you never know what they’ll go say to their parents. But we did it and it was okay… for a while. A dad type periodically came in and handed the kids more money so, presumably, they’d stay in the back and not bother him. Ugh!

Parenting… it’s your job 24/7. No, you don’t get a break because the game is on and you’ve ordered a pitcher of brewskis.

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