Anger is one of the four fundamental human emotions (mad, sad, glad, scared) and is not something I do well.
Category: “Prompt”ed Posts
Weekend Coffee Share #35
If we were having coffee, we would share a long hug, as it has been a long time. It’s a new shop we’re in, a new town. I have been to this shop before, outside of Columbus, and the chai is truly superb. I came here just recently, the first mom date I had with people since moving. This one went alright, but there will be more. It takes time to connect with people and find my group. I miss my friends in Seattle, and we toast to their health: Courtney, Lydia, Jenny, Midori, Beckie, Jessica, others and all the littles.
Haka
It is part of my 52/52 Challenge of 2016 to do small research projects on unexpected things that catch my interest.
Intrigued by this story, I wanted to learn more about a haka. What I knew is that it is a traditional Maori ritual, something the All Blacks do to intimidate their enemy, hence the wide eyes and tongue out. But seeing it filmed from a wedding was confusing. Were they mad because the groom wasn’t, in their eyes, right for the bride? Then I saw him join in and match them, and then that precious forehead greeting.
Handsy Shpitzing
Here in Columbus, Ohio, toddler story time is offered four times a week. (In Seattle, it was just once. This is nicer.) When we go, they sing different songs that have little motions to them, and one of them is called “Finger Poppin’,” set to the tune of a big band tune I can’t name. As you sing, you do a little things with your fingers, like you’re trying to flick water in someone’s face. (Is that just me?)
But I have a problem with that.
That Time I Had Purple Hair
For #TBT, let’s talk about that time I had purple hair. It was so beautiful.
It was just after Christmas break my freshman year in college, and I used some of my roommate’s hair dye. It was a Dark and Lovely Purple Something that and her black hair had a beautiful sheen to it when the light caught it right.
Mixed CD Stories
Get a beer for this one, friends, ’cause it’s got some stories to it. In 2004, I worked for the Missouri PIRGs (a left wing political action group) and that was a hell of a summer in Sahara’s life. I’m glad I had it, but I’m glad I’ll never have to learn those lessons again.
But, when I left, I made a mix CD for myself and some of my friends from some music we had all shared that touched on some of the warmer memories of that year, and even when I listen to it now, I still remember. I wrote about one of these songs a few weeks ago, but I want to tell you about the rest.
Won’t you come see the melodious highlight memory reel??? /insert wavy back in time lines/
My Typical Reader
To begin this year’s NaBloPoMo, I am going to do something I’ve never done before: formulate a picture of the person I am trying to reach. Of my typical reader. Of you.
Hi, you.
Share Your World!
Time for a share your world! How would you answer these questions??
If you wanted to de-clutter where you live, what room / space would you start with? (And why, if you’re feel like admitting to it.)
Ooh… It would be a bedroom or personal work room, if I had one. The time I spend in there would be especially rejuvenating because it would be clean and my introverted self would have some time to recharge.
Wonderment
When did I stop touching all the plants that I pass?
When did I stop spending long periods of time examining the world above me?
Share Your World!
Its time to share to Share My World again, and as always, I would love for you to share yours with me! (And also the host of this prompt!)
If you were given a boat or yacht today, what would you name it? (You can always sell the yacht later)
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 