Two of my friends lost their Dads on Father’s Day.
Put that on a card from Hallmark.
What make a good day off?
Do you need to accomplish a goal? Go somewhere cool? Sleep to much eat to much?
Why is this an issue for me?
WP Daily Prompt: Describe one of your favorite moments.
That time I thought I would never live down the heartbreak and shame of being kicked to the curb and left to rot in the remains of my pathetic life and I realized that my heart wasn’t really broken ( it continued to beat and pump blood like it’s supposed to ) and that I had nothing to be ashamed for and that the best place to watch a parade is at the curb and that Karma, sweet, sweet Karma is indeed the meanest b*%^ in the universe and she may come late but she always comes through.
THAT was one of my favorite moments.
I closed this blog down 12 years ago because- well, I wanted to pretend that the entire time frame that Journal was ‘live’ never existed.
But I have been thinking about journaling again and I ended up here.
I was a little suprised because the posts are sort of fun and it looks like up to a point I was pretty happy and this blog was ‘well fed’. I’m sorry I closed it down
So I think I will continue- years after closing it down- to journal at my Irregular Bones again.
Also, at My Enduring Bones I have the WP cadillac plan which means I haven’t learned the ( not ) so old block format and I probably should get on board.
C’ya.
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I will listen to people make excuses for whatever they want for as long as they want all day long because I don’t believe that your eyes are the windows to the soul.
The words that fall from your lips are.
And for the most part I’m entertained with the excuses people come up with for not doing things or for not getting things done.
But there are a few that set my teeth on edge- and the one about not reading is at the top of my list.
This is what I think- if you had any part in making ” Duck Dynasty ” or “Jersey Shore” among the highest rated reality shows of all times you had the time to read. You had time to pick up a book or your phone and you had time to read.
Facebook does not count.
I started having issues with Facebook when I realized people were treating quips like great works of literature.
To be crystal clear: I’m not a TV hating snob. I do indulge in TV- I like to watch Pawn Stars and Counting Cars. I love Supernatural and Doctor Who. But I can also say that I’ve missed episodes because I was busy reading or writing or playing with my cats or talking to my friends or going to movies, concerts or art galleries.
Because nothing gets in the way of me feeding my soul.
So please, for your own benefit-
Pick up a book. Email a letter. Write something, write anything.
These are things that you do for yourself and they enrich your brain.
And that matters.
I used to hate Sundays because on Sundays nothing happened.
Nothing was on TV
Nothing was opened and what was didn’t count- I mean I’m all for finding fun where you can but it’d take some doing to find fun at the 7-11 or laundromat. Back then there was no mall and the movie theatre was a million miles away.
So Sundays were full of nothing, nothing, nothing.
All Sunday seemed to do was show up to numb your brain and when that was done it screamed: ” Hey guess what MONDAY is coming!”
I’m not sure when it happened but now days I’m quite the Sunday fan.
Because nothing happens.
I just wake up, eat some breakfast line up so movies to watch on the tv and I write and read and write some more.
Sometimes I venture out for Gelato but that’s about it.
I love Sundays now…because nothing happens.
My cats give me dead things to show their love.
I’d worry if they gave me card.
It’d feel like getting a fish wrapped in my jacket.
Today when I got off the bus at the Transit center there were two ladies handing out flyers about their missing dog.
They made sure everyone who got off the bus got a flyer.
Except for me.
I didn’t get one.
The guy before me, yes.
The lady who got off the bus after me- check.
Wow.
I guess I don’t look like a dog person.
Today I found myself humming a Christmas song.
Me and my husband got flu shots. We sat side by side at the Pharmacy and waited for our turn with the needle. Screw you Date Nighters. We totally lived on the edge there.
Me, my Mom and my Sister went to Vegas a few weeks ago. I won money playing the slot machines. I usually do. I don’t know who hands out the dumb luck thing, but I’d rather be able to read a map. I really suck at that.
I’m craving movie theatre popcorn so bad right now it’s all I can think about.
I want to know. If you put something on Twitter is it a Twit or a Tweet?
Easter used to be my second favorite holiday until they started to put out Peeps year round. Now it’s Halloween all the way Baby.
Does anyone read Facebook or do we just go there for the pictures?
Irregular Bones 