I saw The Hunger Games: Mockinjay -Part 2 today. Normally I would write a review. But I want to see it again before I do. Let me state here, however, that I liked it! But it's darker and more involved that the previous films, and I want to make sure I'm not missing anything.
NaBloPoMo nov.20 PromptIf I would desperately hope for something to happen by the end of this year, that is ; my university academic year to start. I don’t miss either books or lecture halls. I miss people, lots and lots of people. I like to look at them, observe them and listen to them. People are the main proportion of a society. Each one of them has a story. They represent their story by the choices they make.
For some time now, my wife and I have been concerned about my elderly parents living alone out in the country. It has now been about 17 years since my mother stepped out onto the patio, slipped on the wet surface, went down hard and shattered her shoulder. She had to have surgery to remove the crushed pieces of bone and replace it with a new shoulder. These fixes are not designed to last forever and we know that she will likely have to have the shoulder replaced again at some point.
Calamity Jane is angry at me for some reason and, in turn, I’m angry at that dumb little cat. I woke up on the couch this morning, startled by both the morning noise in the kitchen and by Calamity Jane having a one-cat stampede around the living room. It’s the same stampede, I assume, continued from last night.
Jessica Barrett@jessbarretttnwww.mrsjonescoulduseabeer.comIf I’m sick of myself, I can’t imagine how tired of me you all must be. I’ve been showing up in your emails, Facebook and Twitter feeds, and for a small few of you, your real lives, every dayfor the last 20 days.
I actually saw the doctor about my depression. I use "actually" because I almost never go to the doctor, at least not for an ailment. Usually the long wait time to see a doctor exceeds the duration of any medical condition that sidelines me. The appointment didn't go the way I'd hoped. That's probably because my wife was there with me.
I was with my two colleagues as we drove across the university campus. Because we were lucky enough to have an "Official Business" decal in the windshield, we were entitled to drive the campus roads typically blocked from vehicles and congested with students walking or riding bikes. It was a mixed privilege. The guards didn't prevent us from driving the direct route through campus, but the pedestrians made it difficult.
Teachers can make or break a student. They have a lot of power. Homeschooling teachers wield even more power over their students, because homeschooling teachers are the parents of their students. It is a deep relationship, one which can go really wrong or infinitely well.
I thought my life would be..different. Different from what it is now. I thought my life would be different. Doesn't everybody? Sometimes when I look around at people I know, I see their life playing out exactly how they had imagined. They may have encountered a twist or two but even their twists are more like little curves in the road.
Today I was at a school where teachers fight with students about cell phones. In the staffroom at lunch, teachers were complaining that kids are so devious they sit on their phones, or pretend to be reading, anything to be on their phones when it's a very specific, important rule in the class that phones are to be away and off.
Dressing for the holidays this year could not be EASIER. I bet there is something in the closet, a black top, a cream top, a sparkle top that could be repurposed. Any of the tops from basic to WOW could change into something fabulously fresh with new BLING. Jewelry is the easiest way for breathing new life into any garment. And this season, the possibilities are endless. I could blog every day for a month, just on holiday bling. Think Vintage Hollywood Glam: Diamond, pearls, diamond and pearls and even diamond FRINGE.
Touch is powerful. Not everyone is comfortable with being touched. When performing Reiki, unless the person wishes otherwise, I prefer to hold my hands slightly above the person’s body instead of making contact. I like the feeling of Reiki moving out through my hands. It feels different when I lay my hands on someone. I feel less vibration, but the heat is still present.
NaBloPoMo nov.19 Prompt Oh I don't want a retirement. But despite these objections, we can't stop or delay our own biological clock. (yet.!) A peaceful retiring life. I’ve never thought about it before, so for this prompt I had to think. mmmm What about Mars, will they be able to colonize Mars by then and will they accept old people ? Oh I know,
I've been unable to get my brain to settle on something to write about tonight. I really hate it when my brain won't settle. So here is a smattering of random thoughts that went through my head today.Baking: I did some today and I will need to do some pretty much every day for the next 2-3 weeks. Glad I got the majority of my ingredients already.
They are burning books in Don Quixote's yard but it strikes me that they have been burning books throughout history. Different groups have been so scared of certain books, they burned them. It's called biblioclasm or book burning. Look it up. It has been going on since the dawn of civilization.You know what that tells me? Books have power.
While waiting 30 minutes in line for coffee this morning (yes, seriously. And yes, it was worth it to prevent a headache), I got to thinking about the pros and cons of having a large communication conference in a small, old casino.
At least when it comes to the gelato I sampled this evening.First full day at the National Communication Association convention in Vegas. Enjoyed a damn fine private pre-conference with my dear friend Amy Way. We worked on presentations, scouted grants and continued our plots to take over the world. There was even “running,” cheap Thai, and an outrageously decadent dinner.Vegas isn’t my favorite conference location (my lungs may never forgive me), but we’re making the most of it.
The day my grandfather died, he spent several hours experiencing mild symptoms of a heart attack. His upper body felt uncomfortable, and there was pain radiating along his left arm. He was tired and short of breath. The pain in his arm persisted most of the afternoon. Maybe he thought it was his arthritis acting up, or a muscle cramp.
So I get to write my own Eulogue?My dad's funeral is like a video playing in my memory. Every detail, who cried, who attended, who drove hundreds of kilometers to pay their last respects...every minuscle detail.
I'm still thinking about My Personal Assistant, the post in which I list the chores I would prefer to delegate to a Personal Assistant. Let me add one more: Carry My Stuff. I am overwhelmed by My Stuff. I can't handle it all. I bring stuff to work; I bring it back home again.
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