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Share Your World 2016 Week 36

If you were given a boat or yacht today, what would you name it? (You can always sell the yacht later)

Isn’t naming a boat a funny thing to do?  It’s like naming your lawn mower.  Of course if you had more than one it would make sense when you were having a conversation about them I suppose.  I’m going to cut the grass with Gregory today.  Xavier is out of gas.  I live far from any good place to sail a yacht and have never been a lover of boats, so yes, I would be selling this very expensive gift.  But probably not on kijiiji. People on there are mostly psycho.  I know, I’m just rambling on giving myself time to think up a good boat name.  With my luck, any boat of mine would likely sink, so I might name it “The Thelma and Louise”, because that didn’t end well.

Which of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs describes you best? (Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey) Plus what would the 8th dwarf’s name be?

My first inclination with this very serious question was to choose Doc, because his personality traits are less clear than those of the others.  And nobody wants to be labeled grumpy. But just to be sure, I took a Zimbio Quiz (there are on-line quizzes for any number of bizarre things) only to discover that I am Sleepy.  Not only were the quiz creators surprised I made it to the end without dozing off, so was I.  The question about what I would do if my car broke down on the way to work where I chose “call AMA and have a nap while waiting for them to arrive” was a good indication of where I was headed.

The eighth dwarf already has a name.  Stealthy, according to “Once Upon a Time”.  A tv show with that name would never lie.  Plus I can’t make my brain come up with anything better.

Name a song or two which are included on the soundtrack to your life.

Well, because I’m so sleepy, how about “Dreams” by the Cranberries.

All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way

In all my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems

I know I’ve felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more

And…..Mr Sandman, because I love the harmony.

Complete this sentence: I like watching…

The second season of Schitts Creek.  Maybe it’s my strangely Canadian sense of humour, but I find the whole thing hilariously funny.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am so grateful to my daughter for all her hard work this summer that I’m thinking I should do some work for her, maybe helping her put down a tile floor in her house.  The one I did in the bedroom was surprisingly easy.  It’s just those self stick tiles which I’ve had good luck with before and they are 18 by 18 inch squares so the whole process was quick.  Also wasn’t very expensive, always a plus. So if I spatter acrylic paint and glue all over this floor I won’t get too depressed about it.

I am looking forward to W coming home in the next couple of weeks, and then to a visit from my sister and her family, including her grandchildren the end of this month.  Hard to believe it’s been two years since we were there.  Time flies and kids grow up and change and fly away too before you know it.  Or in my case, nap through most of it.

Peace out.

I Have Answers

Yes, I do.  Ask me anything and I will undoubtedly tell you something which may or may not be helpful, or even relevant.  Like posting this random picture of an odd thing I have hanging in my kitchen.

Here are 15 questions of questionable origin (to me) and I am too lazy to figure out where they came from in the first place.  But they are good questions, and these three awesome blogging people answered them and now I will be a copy cat and do it too.  Thank you to –

Knocked over by a feather

Mental in the Midwest

To Breathe is to Write

 

What do you think you can do but can’t?

I think I can save everybody.  I think I know how every person in trouble or distress should think and act and feel and what needs to happen to have everything turn out right.  Too bad nobody will listen or cooperate.  I’m not even very good at listening to myself, so why am I surprised.

What’s a difficult word for you to pronounce?

There is more than one.

deterioration (because of that middle syllable),

barbiturate (because of that middle “r”)

and  remuneration (because there’s no numeration involved)

I also sometimes used to stumble over initial phone greetings at work (good afternoon, blah blah blah, how may I direct your call), but usually nobody listens to those either.

What are your favorite TV shows from your childhood?

We didn’t own a television set until I was nine years old.  Half my childhood was already over.  I remember watching Howdy Doody, I Love Lucy, Bonanza, Ed Sullivan, Father Knows Best, Dragnet, Gunsmoke, and Red Skelton.  We also got only one channel.  But look at that.  They broadcast some high quality TV.

What are your virtues and vices?

Most of the time I am kind and generous and patient.   However, I can also be an unforgiving snob.  I’m a work in progress.

What’s more important: love, fame, power, or money?

If you are famous and powerful and rich but don’t have love, too bad for you.  Love isn’t something you can demand or buy.  And without it, where’s the happiness?  Having never been famous, rich or powerful myself I’m making assumptions, of course.  But, as usual,  I still think I’m right.

If you could live in any era/time period, when would it be and why?

According to my psychic, I’m a very old soul and I’ve lived in all of them.  This would explain why I’m so smart and know so much.  Or maybe it was all that great TV I used to watch as a kid.

If you had to redo your entire wardrobe with 2 stores, what would they be and why?

I honestly have no idea.  Where do they sell yoga pants and sweat shirts?

Can you recall what you were doing a year ago on this day?

No, but I looked in my blog archives and discovered that on February 21st, 2014,  I was looking through an old journal and laughing at some of the strange things I had on my ‘grateful’ list.  The last half of the book is blank.  I don’t believe I suddenly stopped being grateful.  Probably lost my pen.

Do you have recurring dreams? If so, explain?

There’s a house I dream about a lot, in which I am being pursued by something (or someone) bad.  It has many staircases and hallways and doors and rooms.  I’m afraid, but I’m also very confident that I know lots of good hiding places.  Wow.  A psychiatrist would have a heyday with that one.

What’s your horoscope?

I am Taurus.  Generous, dependable, patient, pleasant and down to earth.  Also stubborn, self-indulgent, materialistic and lazy.  Well, nobody’s perfect.

What does your dream bedroom look like?

I don’t care as long as it’s warm and the bed is comfortable.  A large percentage of the time I will have my eyes shut in there.

What position do you sleep in?

I have a queen sized bed and I sleep on my side on the edge with my feet hanging out.  Hot feet are the worst.

What are your all time favorite films?

There’s only a handful of films that I’ve watched more than once.  Probably for the same reason that I don’t want to go back and relive any of my past  lifetimes.  Been there, done that, on to the next adventure.  W, on the other hand, can watch a movie a dozen times and never get tired of it.  I watched Bridesmaids three times.  I don’t know what that says about me, but I’m sure it’s probably something good.

What makeup are you currently wearing?

Foundation to even my skin tones (a nice way of saying cover up the blotches and age spots),  eye shadow because I feel naked without it (although it’s hard to see it under those over the eye bags) and lip gloss because chapped lips are just marginally worse than hot feet.  If I’m going somewhere I will add eyeliner and mascara.  But it would have to be somewhere pretty damned important these days.

Do you have neat handwriting? Show us!

This is a large sample in case you want to submit it to an expert for analysis.  To see if the results are in harmony with my Taurian traits.  I think it’s rather sad that cursive writing is going the way of the dinosaur and Ed Sullivan.

Well, that’s enough enlightening crap for this February Saturday.  Hope you’re having a wonderful weekend.  If not, you can always answer these questions yourself to liven things up.  But if you’re busy watching I Love Lucy re-runs,  I understand.

 

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Jazzy Does 100 Days of Happiness 65

Quick, what’s the opposite of TOES? Happiness is being asked that question in a dream, and not in real life.

 

Tell Me Something

Once I believed life was all uphill.

Every day made for gaining ground,

Chasing dreams,

Pressing on to reach the top.

Can you imagine that?

The battle nearly killed me.

What’s so different there?

It looks a lot like here, to me.

 “Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”

 

Like a Stone

William Powell Frith – Sleep

March 23rd Daily Prompt:  Mr. Sandman 

What kind of sleeper are you? Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed, or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream?

(I know this is yesterdays prompt, and I would have done it yesterday if I hadn’t needed to take so many naps.  It’s the only sane way to spend a Monday.)

I am a marathon sleeper.  If sleeping were an Olympic event I would be a high ranking favourite, a definite contender for the gold.  I have been in training my entire life.  When I was a baby my mother said her envious friends were sure she must be sedating me.  She could plop me down on any flat surface while she visited and drank tea and I would stay happily passed out until it was time to bundle me up again and take me home.  It was anyone’s guess what color my eyes were for several months because they were so rarely open.

I don’t remember ever being freaked out by bedtime as a child.  Or as an adult either.  So when I gave birth to a daughter who couldn’t seem to figure out how to sleep for more than four hours at a stretch until she was six months old, and then bumped it up to six hours between midnight and six a.m. until she was almost two – well that was enough to make me totally rethink the parenting thing, never mind my new zombie-like personality caused by sleep deprivation.  She was the kind of kid who would jump up and down in the middle of the room and sing and dance to stay awake.  After that I had a less confusing child who restored my faith in the existence of our family’s powerful sleep gene.  I never loved my son so much as when he would look at me with his forlorn little face at the end of the day and say “Is it time to go to bed yet?”

Although pitch black silence is nice for inducing sleep, for me it’s not a necessary requirement.  My grandma could fall asleep anywhere and so can I.  A loud noise or the phone ringing or incessant and annoying snoring (not mentioning any names here) will wake me up easily enough, but if I’m not sufficiently rested I will be ridiculously cranky until you shut up and go away and leave me alone.  Or give me coffee.  That also works.

Maybe I was a raving insomniac in a past life and in this one I’m making up for all that lost sleep. Sleep is such a lovely thing.  I don’t understand why we all don’t do more of it.  Although I’ve heard there are people who would like to do that and can’t.  That makes me feel like one of the lucky ones.   It’s like my brain has an off switch triggered by simply closing my eyes.  Is that a blessing or a curse?  I don’t know.  Maybe the mysteries of the universe can only be solved at 3 a.m., in which case I probably won’t be the one doing that.

But I’m sure this talent for dropping happily off into dreamland and staying there for hours has to be a true indicator of an untroubled mind, right?

Anyway, don’t think too hard about that.  Just agree with me.  You’ll sleep better.

Sing

Still gorgeous after all these years.

“Someone once asked me why people sing. I answered that they sing for many of the same reasons the birds sing. They sing for a mate, to claim their territory, or simply to give voice to the delight of being alive in the midst of a beautiful day. Perhaps more than the birds do, humans hold a grudge. They sing to complain of how grievously they have been wronged, and how to avoid it in the future. They sing to help themselves execute a job of work. They sing so the subsequent generations won’t forget what the current generation endured, or dreamed, or delighted in.”

Linda Ronstadt     Simple Dreams: A Musical Memoir  

Posted for Cin’s Feb Challenge  on Witchy Rambles

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Just like a ghost, you’ve been a-hauntin’ my dreams,
So I’ll propose on Halloween.
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you.
~Classics IV

Hooray for happy haunting and hanging out with our ghoul friends.

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Always follow your dreams. Except that one where you can fly. That one might not end well.

Every good rule has an exception. If it doesn’t, it’s not a good rule.

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Moonlight On…..

….Linoleum.   Bet that’s not the first word that popped into your head for completing that little phrase.

Bet it will be one you remember if you read this book.  It’s very simply written and rather hard to put down.  Terry Helwig’s memoir of growing up too soon, responsible for five younger sisters, forever on the move, attending twelve different schools in eleven years, with a “complex and unforgettable” mother.

It’s one of those books I picked up because of the offbeat title, and I’m now so very glad that it caught my eye.

Quoting from the excellent foreword by Sue Monk Kidd (author of The Secret Live of Bees and close friend of Terry Helwig for many years) –

Remember that mysterious transaction in the human spirit that I marvelled at where Terry was concerned?  The one that allows one person to transcend life’s hardships, becoming stronger, wiser, larger in spirit, while another person succumbs to life’s injuries, growing hardened, contracted, or stuck?  Well, there are no explanations for that, there are only stories.  The world needs Moonlight on Linoleum because it is just such a story.  It is what redemption looks like. 

It’s also one of those stories I think my daughter would like.  She claims to enjoy reading about messed up lives because they make her feel so much better about her own.  I’m thinking both of us might come out looking pretty darn good in the motherhood department in comparrison to this tale of dubious parenting.  But it’s also a story of sisterhood, family, lasting bonds, and keeping your dreams alive.   

“Even if others abandon you, you must never abandon yourself.”  Read it!  I predict you’ll be glad you did.