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Just Some Unpowerful Stuff

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Ten Words to Cut From Your Writing is an article written by Shanna Mallon which I read on entrepreneur.com.  My life may never be the same.

Here are the offensive little beggars. You might want to jot them down one last time.

– just, really, very, perhaps, maybe, quite, a bit, completely, almost, amazing, literally, stuff, things and got.

The list is longer than ten because some of the words are redundant and grouped together.  Read the article and I promise it will all come clear.   Using them, and words like them, makes your writing weak.  Avoiding them makes your writing tight and powerful and strong.

My first thought was, oh really?  Got?  But I can describe my entire day using the word ‘got’.  Have you got a minute?  I got up, got dressed, got breakfast, got in my car, got to work, got bored, got through it, got home, got hungry, got tired, got to sleep by ten.  Do you suppose she’s got a point?

My second thought was perhaps that’s maybe a bit harsh, though.  Or you might even say almost completely upsetting and discouraging.   I mean that literally.   Especially for those of us who’ve got things to say that are just quite amazing.   You know the kind of stuff I mean.  Very good stuff.  Quite amazing really maybe very good things.

Huh.

My third thought (I know, amazing, three thoughts in one day) was that if I cut out all those words from this blog (or just this post)  half of my written work would disappear.  I’m not saying that’s a bad thing,  nevertheless I would not like to see that happen.  Because it was quite a bit of work.  And then I realized I use the word ‘that’ too much as well.

So I won’t do that.

Honestly I really don’t feel like taking this advice to heart even though I suspect it’s good and amazing stuff.  I believe powerful and strong is for cleaning products and body builders and electrical storms.  And of course strong and serious people with something brilliant to say.  I’m rarely serious.  So I’m excusing myself from paying attention to this list.

Although perhaps not completely.  I will maybe try really very hard to cut down on the use of these offensive little words.  Quite likely tomorrow.  Or one of these amazing days.

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Shipwreck

white water

                     He says he wants to brave the rapids

                So one leg in the canoe I give us a push

                        Bare feet with life jacket over bikini

              Too late I realize we’re bound to mess up

                Grab the paddles and endeavour to row

       Whack some rocks in the creeks white water

                  Bumping and tossing we finally capsize

                        Our little adventure is less than epic

           In three feet of water we wade to the dock

Poetry Prompt #6 – Reverse Acrostic from We Drink Because We’re Poets

Well this was fun!  Why start off with a frontwards Acrostic when you can do a backwards one?

My Top 3 Hobbies

Just for fun I looked up a list of possible hobbies to see what I’ve been missing. A lot, apparently. There’s several of them that I find hard to equate with pleasure and personal fulfillment – like hula-hooping, cigar and pipe smoking, cloud watching, ghost hunting, dumpster diving and the lighting of matches. I’ve known enthusiasts in things like garage saleing, scrap-booking, going to movies, watching tv, sleeping, sun tanning and relaxing. Yep, all those made the hobby list and I have to admit I’ve done every single one of them without ever realizing there was a danger of them becoming obsessive habits.

Even though I lean less towards collecting and more towards creative and artistic types of activities, the things I’ve tried that never really caught on or lasted for long are candle making, needlepoint, cross stitching, embroidery, sewing in general, macrame, gardening, cooking, and anything that involves spending a lot of time outdoors being sporty. I used to do a lot of knitting and crocheting but now it makes my shoulders ache – never mind that there’s a lot of weird things all over the place that I made and now don’t know what exactly I should do with them. It seems like such a waste to throw them out after all that misguided effort. I used to do a lot of tole painting, and still enjoy it, but it’s hard to find the time for it.

I like jigsaw puzzles, crossword puzzles, scrabble, computer games, card games, and games like Trivial Pursuit, as long as the people I’m playing with are as stupid and clueless as I am.

And FINALLY, for my top three which you were thinking I’d never get around to, but here they are, anti-climactic as all get out – reading, creative writing and blogging. Blogging being simply another form of creative writing if I’m having a good day, otherwise it’s just a lot of whining and complaining or complete nonsense. Sorry to say, lighting matches came in a distant fourth.

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January Schmanuary

It’s been a long time since I did a “just now” blog, but suddenly, just now, I felt like writing something about this exact moment in time.  Which of course has now passed, so it’s already too late.  Or is it?

Anyway, all I really wanted to say is that I am once again ecstatically happy to be saying so long to another miserable stupid January!  I don’t know why I have such a hate on for this dreadful month.   Maybe because it seems to hang around for flaming ever while I struggle to remember to get the last two digits of the new year written down correctly on patient files.  This January we had one of the biggest dumps of snow that I can remember for around here;  then it turned ridiculously mild and windy so that everything was covered in ice;  then the roads were miraculously bare for about three days;  then it snowed some more and now it’s insanely cold again.  GAH!

Our street got cleared TWICE so I guess I’m thankful for that.  It’s sort of like lightning striking more than once in the same spot.  Unpredictable and unbelievable and something to talk about, because there’s certainly nothing much else exciting going on.

Our tv service has been upgraded to HD.  The Telus people sent us a nice letter explaining how amazing they are and what they were up to;  then we got a phone call the day before as a reminder and another one the day after to make sure it all went well.  Since I rarely watch tv anymore I had a hard time pretending to care.  However, they did send us a new universal remote which I tried to program after the changes took place, since the old one no longer worked, and I thought doing that would be easier in the long run than dealing with W. if he discovered he could no longer power up the set and became comatose or something.  To make a long involved story short and easier to digest, the only thing the new remote will do is turn on the power and turn up the volume.  Two very important things of course, but it’s supposed to change channels and control the dvd/vcr.  I managed to get the old one to stop being such a useless piece of junk and resume its former duties.  So now, instead of three remotes, we have four.  So that’s certainly simplified things, thank you Telus.

Oh, and speaking of things being simpler, we no longer have a fish.  Poor Phineas.  Ever since I came home after Christmas he’d been looking a bit strange, swimming sideways and other weird stuff.  I went through three (THREE!) different fish tanks and FOUR pumps and I have no idea how many times I cleaned everything and changed the water and stressed myself out over the water conditioner and temperature and filters and food.  Probably he died of over stimulation.  It was the only way he felt he could possibly get any peace.  So I’m done with that.  The tank is in the store-room and Phineas is in fish heaven and there will no longer be little red rocks stuck in the kitchen strainer.  Everything has a bright side.

Tomorrow I go to the doctor for my regular three-month bp and thyroid check, rx renewal, and random pain of the day complaint.  Honestly, I don’t even want to mention that my right shoulder has been feeling dislocated for a month.  Because it IS getting better, I swear.  It’s probably just a damned January thing, and once February rolls around I’ll be right as rain.

Had to put in a request at work for holidays before the month ended.  Another stupid January bothersome pain in the butt.  So I picked two weeks in May/June and two more in September.  Now I suppose I should figure out what to do with all that time off, although doing absolutely nothing has a certain appeal.

My resolution to write 500 words a day has sort of vanished from my itinerary – I will get back to that on my Ainslee and Lara blather pages.  Perhaps I will start in the wee hours of the morning.  Wee hours in February being preferable to those in this horrific month from hell.  Sorry January, I know it’s not your fault.  I should just take a lot of Advil and sleep for 31 days.  I’ll try that next year.  One day to go!  I can SO do this.