Timing is Everything!
As I sat in class, observing other students, a conversation started up across the table about nursing homes. The poem to be read for homework dealt with the unappreciated working-class father. I am unsure how this poem led to nursing homes but I began to listen in on the talk. One of the students, an untraditional student, is about 65 years old, the age when many retire and a woman who is slightly older than her sat quietly to her left. The other student is aged around 40 years and she is a bit quirky in the things she says. It always comes off a bit strange because of the timing of interjection. At any rate, she felt the need to chime in about nursing homes and what she said made me literally laugh out loud.
“I think nursing homes are sad,” said the 65 year old.
“Really, I don’t mind them. Nursing homes always smell like dead people to me….wait I mean old?” asks the 40 year old to the third student.
“I’m 72, so do I smell dead to you?” says the third student who was just an innocent bystander of the whole conversation.
Timing is certainly key to most everything!
67 years…
Last night, about closing time at the diner, a man came in. He’s about 87 and nothing but chipper all the time. A local who loves to visit the girls at the diner, not unusual in Small Town, USA. Going by the name of Cliff, he started talking about his wife. Sadly she had just recently been released from the hospital with an oxygen machine. Cliff’s wife, Maybelle, is a firecracker. Anything she thinks about a situation is going to be said no matter who is around. So being told she has to lug around a machine doesn’t sit well with Miss Maybelle. Anyways, Cliff was reminiscing about the past and adventures Maybelle and he had been on together. Like a trip to Montana in 1961, when it was so cold the laundry froze, which made Maybelle extremely upset. On and on he went, all the while capturing everyone’s attention. Finally I asked him, “How long have you two been married?” He grinned, took a good bite of ice cream and said, “That woman has given me the pleasure of her company for 67 years. I’ve loved every minute of it!” I knew he wasn’t lying either because of the look in his eye, it was a look of pride. Cliff was proud of those 67 years and the woman he had chosen to spend those years with. I hope my marriage can be like Cliff’s.
Melody the Geisha
So, I am a reader. This is established with the title of this blog, therefore I read…a whole lot! Anything from the classics to modern. There is always something new. In my wonderful education I have been in writing classes, many of them, basically every class I take involves writing. Although this can become tedious, some might think, benefits are to be had from having an English major. Enter my Geisha friend Melody. She’s super awesome and a rising author in the online publication world. Below is her link, you better check it out to see how badass Miss Melody is and you can see how I am a dream crusher (someone has to do it) for her aspirations of being a Geisha.
http://highcontrastreview.com/general/memoirs-of-a-geisha
Smoothie Groovie
Problem: I am out of all my usual fruits that I put into the post-workout protein shake!! No strawberries, blueberries, or yummy blackberries. The fridge is desperately lacking in materials…Silk Light Soymilk, some red cherries edging towards not being cherries, and some frozen banana in the freezer.
My heart is sinking because I am starting to accept that today is going to be bland in the smoothie department. And then,
Solution: Take a 1/2 cup of the soymilk, about a 1/3 cup cherries (without the pits!) half a frozen banana, and a scoop vanilla whey protein (I use Body Fortress Advanced Formula). Throw it in the blender with about 1 cup water and five ice cubes…blend and pour into a cup of choice. Enjoy a frothy delight unexpected!
Facebook by Coffee Steam
The warm aroma of my Folger’s brew hits the nose. The afterthought of hazelnut creamer wafts on the steamy tendrils lifting off the surface. I scroll down the page of Facebook, as many so often do, and see not one but seven different posts giving far too much information. A fight between high school lovers, everything is so intense and dramatic. It’s a game of he said/she said. The lengthy account of someone’s crazy day with detials of EXACTLY what took place. The thought strikes me then: Do people realize how unbelievably personal they are on the Facebook posting? And do they in turn know that employers look at these kinds of sites? Why can’t they invest in some sort of journal? I’m sure there are cheap ones at Wal-Mart or some such place. Heck, they could even make a journal by hand. It isn’t really all that hard. People just need to stick to those posts which don’t make people sit and wonder why the post was made. A good post, for example, is the last one I scrolled to, mentioning her celebration of National Peanut Butter Day! Nice, simple, and slightly informative but not in-your-face obnoxious. Happy Peanut Butter Day!
Nike Ads
Alright, it’s off! No more motivation and my shoes are just sitting in the corner, glaring at me in their accusing way. It isn’t like I haven’t ran in days. Yesterday I went three miles but they still stare me down. They know I have myself half, no three-fourths of the way talked out of running. Maybe a walk today, I will still burn some calories and the dog needs more exercise. How about some dancing in the kitchen while doing dishes, that burns calories too right? My shoes keep staring and knowing. I have no motivation to run…enter the Nike ad!
Nike has a weird yet completely beneficial way of making you feel empowered. The ads make you want to get off your ass and do something about that lack of whatever, exercise, motivation, and what not. I searched the ads on pinterest, an awesome site, and found this Nike ad. I got off my ass and threw on my tennies in a heartbeat. Thanks Nike!
tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
Dinosaurs of course! Maybe the universe did away with the majority of them but there is still one dinosaur who has not given up, the crocs! Robots can be smashed in an instant and are only as smart as the person who created them. Dinosaurs have instincts which makes them far more preferable.
