Just when I think I'm beginning to understand the Blogosphere I realize I've barely scratched the surface! I'm participating in NaBloPoMo for the first time and finally made it to this page to link to my blog, but the link button doesn't seem to be working.Rather than copy the whole post here (is that what I'm supposed to do?) Here's the short link in text format to my blog. I've got so much to learn.http://wp.me/p4s8Ux-cX
It was a dark night, no moon and not a single street light shone as far as the eye could see. But that was the least of Kamal’s worries. He wasn’t outdoors enjoying the gentle July breeze that swept through the streets; instead, he stood under fading tube lights, distraught between shooing flies away from his face and staring at the door waiting for it to open.
CURRENTLYWatchingHow to get Away with Murder. After each and every episode, I am left confused! I mean..WHO SHOT ANNALISE??? It could be any of them, seriously. I think that’s what makes the show so good. I wouldn’t even put it past Annalise to shoot her damn self. Just saying.Reading
A thirty-two year old pregnant UK commuter wearing a Baby on Board badge was left humiliated after a fellow tube passenger demanded R prove she was expecting.After one man saw R's badge and gave up his seat, another woman dived in before her until she was made aware of the pregnant woman's condition.
Daily Prompt taken from BlogHer: What was the one toy that a friend had that you wished you had when you were little? I was not allowed to play with Dolls.My Momma thought they were absurdSo everyday I'd try and stealA look at my neighbor's Barbie's curls.Try growing up with a Mom like mineWho went through hell in the 70sMarching out into the streetsYelling, "Down with the dictatorship!"
A wand..my friend had a wand. I was a witch, and she had a wand. True, it was part of a fairy princess Halloween costume, but seriously. A wand is a wand. Atop her magickal blue wand sat a shining gold star. And did I mention she had lovely blonde hair and looked every bit the fairy princess when she wore the costume to school? My costume was handmade. My father was a teacher, her father a dentist, as my mother would remind.
It was after dinner and before the sun had set behind the Santa Rosa Mountains range when I realized it was November 1st. Am I up to even giving NaBloPoMo a go, I wondered. October effort ended as soon as it began, with only one blog post the entire month. In fact, today is the first time that I've logged on to a computer since October 2nd.
I envisioned waking up after an extra hour of sleep, shaking off my small Halloween-candy hangover and penning my first National Blog Posting Month article. In it, I would announce the new and improved Bluest Muse site to the world(!), and then have the rest of the day to grade papers, catch up on my shows, and listen to the miraculous Sacramento rainfall.
Going from a small Lutheran grade school to a much, much larger Lutheran high school would have been intimidating had not my best friend since kindergarten been by my side.We scheduled most of our classes together, developed crushes on the same guys and giggled. All the time. At everything and everyone. Especially the guys who were the object of our crushes.
Zappos successfully navigated some big changes recently, when the company adopted a holacratic operational model. No titles, no top-down organizational chart. Everyone gets a chance to do what they’re good at and love! This may not be for everyone, and some even left the company. I think the defectors are missing out. I pray that someday I get a chance to “fill the shoes” of one of those former Zapponians!Part 2 of a series.Zappos Core Value #2: Embrace and Drive Change
Well, we've come to another November. For most of my friends, that means it's time for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Since I don't write novels, I'll be sitting that one out.However, NaBloPoMo - or National Blog Posting Month - works better for me. A post a day. Any length. Any topic. I like that.For the first day this year, I'm just going to start with a basic post and some brief thoughts.Here are some of those thoughts:
Hello Dear Reader, So many things are happening as 2015 crawls towards the holiday season and the end of the year! I started attending college again at Arizona State University, my whole family moved across the country (we now reside in Indiana near Chicago, IL), and my blogging season with The Old Schoolhouse is coming to an end (we are parting amicably; the season is over, and I've got a busy 2016 ahead of me). I've got one more announcement.
It's been a while since I have written. Given that it's National Blog Posting Month, at least the traditional month of November, I thought I would start blogging again. I don't have a planned theme this time, just thought I would write about whatever was topmost in my head that day.Today I thought I would start by writing a little bit about myself for those that don't know me, haven't follow me in the past, or who might have forgotten... I forget sometimes a little myself these days:
You guys… How many of you have been reading these nonsensical posts since this blog started? That was over 15 years ago. WHAT.It was February 2000 when I made the jump from members.tripod.com/~TwoDollas to this domain, where I made the executive decision to drop the ‘s’ and pretend I was some kind of organization. At 22, those were some pretty intense decisions, especially considering my other important decision was between Bud Light and Coors Light when I went to the bar. Every night. Blogging wasn’t a thing yet, but, let me tell you, I was doing it anyway.
Jessica Barrett@jessbarretttnwww.mrsjonescoulduseabeer.com It’s the day after Halloween, and some folks are already jumping in to the Christmas season with both feet.For those of you who are irritated, I get it.Sort of.You’re ready to start arguing that we have “two months of Christmas now” and “I’ll be sick of it before it even gets here.”
Growing up in New York, I associated autumn with September, because that’s when the school year started, and with October, because that’s when we drove up to the cider press in New Paltz to look at the pumpkins and lug home bushels of apples for pies and applesauce.
It has been a long time since I've updated.I've spent a lot of time in my own head, lately, and I think it's time to move on out into the real world. To get me moving - and because when I googled the spiral in a bit of boredom earlier today and I got to page eight without even seeing a link here.There were links to my livejournal, my profile on the Pit of Voles (I haven't posted there in YEEEARS), and several other links to me but not links to HERE.
The good news is, I don't feel like I'm floundering any more. I went to Blissdom Canada (#BlissdomCA) about two weeks ago and it helped me solidify my purpose. In case you didn't know, I was sick from March until the end of July. I finally feel better, Not great. Not super but better. And I'll take it. After months of chronic migraine and a bout of pneumonia to top it off, I'll take okay any day.
Take A Gamble On Love ❤️ Love finds you when you least expect it. I went on a last minute vacation to the trendy El San Juan Hotel in Puerto Rico with my parents. I had just moved back to there home in Roslyn on the North Shore of Long Island after I left my first husband after 14 months of newlywed hell. I was barely 26 years old when my divorce was final and was suddenly single for the first time in my life since I was seventeen.
I've spent five years building my blog Postpositions on Prepositions. And there have been some pretty proud moments with the blog. It's taken me to where I am now: a professional blogger at an arts community in Arizona, a dream job as a native who think her town rocks.And I've written for Elite Daily, Hello Giggles, and Thought Catalog. I even wrote an e-book. I even met my writing guru and lectured with her. As a writer, I should be on cloud freaking nine, right?
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I have decided to take part in the NaBloPoMo challenge which means that I will blog Every day in November! I am looking forward to this because I am trying to get back into writing and add creativity to my daily life. I don’t think I have consistently blogged everyday for a month, but here’s my chance to give it a shot! You should do this challenge too!
Welcome to National Adoption Awareness Month
It's that special time of year again when adoptees young and old, are objectified, commodified, homogenized and monetized by the media, the adoption industry and its special- interest hangers-on-- consumers, lobbyists, politicians, anti-aborts, evangelicals, white saviors, neo-colonialists, social engineers, nation builders, and kitchen table entrepreneurs--rallying 'round the flag chanting their good works.
For all the reasons that I ever commit to write, I'm writing again this November as part of NaBloPoMo, National Blog Posting Month. At this time two years ago, I was in the airport, on my way to California for my grandma's birthday, determined to get back in the writing saddle. I'm forever falling out.
I married into my hairdresser, much the way I'd married into four children when I married my husband nearly 21 years ago. Apparently, the hair salon my children visited regularly was part of the marital agreement, but it agreed with me. (My premarital hairstylist lost my confidence when she constructed a bird's nest atop my hair for the wedding day.) The four children became five, and we populated Hair Hunters every six weeks with a stack of library books in hand.
Today ushers in the season of gratitude, and I am grateful for you dear bloggers. As an introvert, I really don’t like to talk on the phone. A ringing phone disturbs my peace, even when I really like the person on the other end. Probably because it usually rings when I’m in the middle of doing something or thinking something.But you, dear bloggers, never disturb my peace. You just wait silently until I have a minute. Until I’ve poured my morning coffee or my evening tea and settled in – cozily curled up in the corner of the couch under an afghan.
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