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Day 6 – I Loved the Metro

In response to:

fe29919fb4f10514e27b20816d3a57ccI don’t think anyone expected it when I answered, “I LOVED it!!”

My friend’s elderly relative asked us how we liked the metro… I’d been thinking on our trip back, “If anyone asks me if I liked it, I will have to say YES, because this is fantastic! But no one’s going to ask that.

At most they’ll ask, “Did you have a good trip?” but most likely it will be “Did you have a safe trip?””

So when we walked in the door and her first question to us was, “Did you like the Metro?” and my friend paused a couple minutes, I had time to express the wonderful thought that had repeated itself in my head many times, and share it with another human being.

“I LOVED it!”

The story repeated itself when I returned home.

I could feel the concerned look my Mom had after I gave this answer. Danger is often the first thing I hear about with the Metro, and I’d say for no small reason. My answer surprised even myself.

But after 5 hours of recounting my trip, when I really got into what I experienced on the Metro, my Mom’s eyes widened.

She could feel it, too.

The wonder of the Metro. The wonder of human’s lives. The amazingness that they chose kindness and openness again and again.

What I saw was that when time and time again anyone could have chosen a path much more dark, everyone was so human and it made our trip – and every body else’s – magical.

I don’t even know how that works, but that’s how it was. We all came together, and instead of it being mundane it was magical.

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Day 5 – Words, Pictures, Songs

So… I just wrote two posts that I decided against.

It’s late, I can feel my brain is compromised.

I think I shall share some Pinterest things with you because, I like pictures, and quotes, and so this could be fun! :)

I’ll also share what song I’m hearing with each photo! 3 of my favorite things!


This one… Lol, it makes me crack up!

Hearing: Me & My Broken Heart by Rixton


In case you’ve ever wondered (which I have) how to play Sheldon’s full rock-paper-scissors game here is how! I like how this grey/white/black infographic looks, too!

Hearing: If This Was A Movie by Taylor Swift


Oh yeah! And have you seen Cas with cats? I’ve pinned a couple of these, but not all. They seem so fitting together! (And one with ducks!)

Hearing: Fireflies by Owl City


I don’t know, I like how this quote looks!

ooh, and of course this one!

Hearing: I Need Your Love (feat. Ellie Goulding)


Reason #11 why I like some modern ways of speaking! This conveys so well, “can’t art”.

Hearing: If You Could Only See by Tonic (not a favorite, but I keep it on because my family said they really like it. :) <3 )


This picture makes me want to go to London so much. #random

Hearing: Storm’s End by Break of Reality (an instrumental song)


An adorable Christmas kitty!!

And finally something from my art board – where I only post things I wish I could have on my wall someday.

Hearing: Collide by Howie Day


How was your Thanksgiving?

What is some art that you wish you could have on your walls or do have on your walls? Feel free to link!

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Autum-nail ;)

Hello, everyone!

I painted my nails in celebration of fall. I also knew we’d be going to someone’s house for Thanksgiving and somehow I think making pretty, related designs on my nails shows my appreciation of their gesture… Here was the result!

(How to: Start with a blob, and then make one line straight up, and two lines out at diagonals from it…. works most of the time.)

Pic 1

For one particularly big blob, I drew veins so it would hopefully convey “leaf” better. I think it worked. :)

Pic 3

Pic 2

Have a super Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it, and an awesome Friday!!


Are you cooking something special for tomorrow or for Fall?


Day 3 – A Photo Survey I Found!

I found this survey idea on tumblr. I loved the idea of it being a “photo survey”!

Four (woops 5) TV shows I enjoy made in the last 5 years

2012 (end year)





4 TV shows I enjoy made more than 5 years ago


Is "enjoy" the right word?

Is “enjoy” the right word?


One of my favorite TV shows hands-down!

One of my favorite TV shows hands-down!


5 style inspiration – These are some of my favorite looks from Clothia – I included the creator’s name to give credit; the look is to the left! :D

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With a dress vs jumpsuit :)

With a dress vs jumpsuit :)

6 recent films


1951 14 hours (ing) (hs)


The movie before the TV series

The movie before the TV series



3 fav weather



4 places I want to visit






Italy – especially along the coast where the mountains are. I’ve heard stories (in a war series, I think) about how they walked through it and it was a moment of peace before the battle and they were in awe at its beauty.


Ich spriche Deutsch!

Ich spriche Deutsch!

4 interesting people from history



tesla quote

I’m not sure if he said either of these, but I like both – just letting you know I have not verified this. :)



9 fav foods

cheese assortment on a cutting board










9 fav drinks


Shirley Temple

Shirley Temple


I <3 sparkling water!

I <3 sparkling water!



Study reveals chocolate milk outperforms other commercial sports drinks. (PRNewsFoto/California Milk Processor Board)

Does this count as a solid drink?

Does this count as a solid drink? Whipping cream (drink) turns into Whipped Cream (solid)!


3 things I’m excited for


Some of the dreams I have ideas for

Gathering all my favorite music and listening to it

Gathering all my favorite music and listening to it

Pet sitting, and seeing my dog get to play with their dogs again!

Pet sitting, and seeing my dog get to play with their animals again!

Have a great night!!! :D :D


Any of the above questions – I’m curious to hear your answers!

And hey! If you want, I challenge Cass’s Useless Opinions and anyone else interested to do this on their blog! Tag me, if you do!

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Nerf Battle

“So, no Nerf battle tonight?” he said.

My hands were chilled, my core felt like it was dropping 10th of a degree at a time. “No… no, actually, I’m ready for it. I’ve been sitting for a while.”

3 hours of studying, and probably about an hour and half trying learn how to code tables in html – I was ready to move around.


“I’ve been sitting for a while, so I’m ready to move around.”

So, it was settled. He went and got even more Nerf supplies than we’d had 2 nights ago when we did our first Nerf battle since finding our revolvers. It’d been 3 years since we’d both had ours, and he was taking full advantage of the situation, like we never had before.

It was great fun, again, with me losing most games, and him having unprecedented accuracy. The revolver is so accurate, versus any other Nerf gun he owned.

Then he dropped this helpful bit of info – “I was tracking you perfectly! I was like she’s going to be… there… and then!”

This harkened me back to Redwall days. “Duck bobble & weave” was what the hares always instructed newbies. I’d completely neglected these basic principles.

I smiled inwardly, as we set up for the next game.

I was on.

Ducking, bobbing, weaving. Ducking, weaving. Bobbing and ducking.

That was what my brain repeated “Duck, bobble, weave, duck…” I saw his face as he passed by and heard him exclaim, “What????”

I was foiling his plans! And also…

I analyzed my movements and started cracking up.

I was not ducking – bobbing – and weaving. I was duck-bob-weaveling. I would duck, weave my torso back and forth, and wave my Nerf gun in the air.

When I went to take a shot, I would duck, aim, then start the whole misinterpreted dance all over again.

I told him what had happened after we finished and we had a good laugh over it.

Then he said how it looked from his perspective.

“Now that you mention it, I noticed that.

I remember passing by, and looking, and going” he imitated his seeing me  in slow motion, “and it was like hashtag #What The! It was so funny it was just like WHAT the?!?”

Then as we kept losing Nerf darts, he mentioned about how we’d probably find them when we move. “But then we wouldn’t care, anymore.”he said.

I went, “Awwww :(

And he said, “Oh, no! I just meant, ‘We’re moving, oh- there’s a dart, well, just throw in the trash’ you know?’ Nah, no… I’ll be 80 and we’ll be like — Aaaaahhh” as he imitated an old man playing Nerf, and getting hit in the chin bravely “and you’ll be like ‘Haaaa! [x#] of years younger!!!’ We should DO that! Go to nursing homes and have Nerf battles…”

It made me glad he saw us still playing Nerf battles when we are that old.

And it also made me realize. I feel like I’ll be all alone, navigating that territory by myself, when I’m old. And there seems little reason to live with the old age I see, and hear, others experience (sorry, wonderful old people).

But if life goes as typical (which is what I’m concerned about), then he will be in it, too, for a good long time.

At the very end, he said, “Well… I guess that’s it.” I didn’t really know what he was aiming at since we were both tired, and realized the lateness of the hour. He went on, “Well, I guess I just hoped Mom would be home and she’d have joined us.” Awww.

So, vell zat was fun!

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Day 1 – Insecurities

I’m not ready for this. For Day 1 of my everyday blog self-challenge..

If you walked in my home right now, you’d see that I wasn’t ready.

I literally JUST sat up. I slept 11 hours last night after eating 1/3 of a pizza, several packs of candy, 3 eps of X files, after helping friends move for ~7 hours (with no brekkies!).

My ponytail, which I just let down probably looked a mess, because I slept soundly last night – an improvement which I have to write about sometime. For the first time in ALL my life, I’m sleeping at night without the chronic bad dreams.

My bed has 3 blankets on it, which I somehow feel gives it a messier lived-in look than a simple quilt.

I have magazines, bathingsuits (it was warm not too long ago), a perfume box,  shoe boxes (since repurposed) and lots of stuffed animals thrown around.

I’m still moving back in, and last night there was no time to clean up the accumulated mess.

Plus I have 1 stuffed animal for sleeping, one to hold my earbud cords, and one that cradles my head because it is COLD in here at night.

In short, my room looks messy, and my groggy brain probably does too!

Not only that, I’m not ready because my thoughts took a normal (that is to say, less than buoying) turn this morning.

“Ah! What am I going to blog about?” I thought, “My thoughts are really discouraging me from starting anything new!”

Well,… why not talk about those thoughts?

Great idea other brain. Why not just throw all my insecurities – all the secret things I’m beating myself up for, and withdrawing because, into the world so the secrets are not so secret… Actually, wait, that’s brilliant!

That is the point of this blog. And plus – the VERY wrong things I’ve done break no law, so there is no point in bottling them up inside.

So here goes:

My insecurities (at the mo):

Did I use too strong an adjective with [[name]]? 

There is a private group conversation that I was so kindly invited to, and I really enjoy talking with the people on there. They are super nice (usually a lot more effusive and nicer than I am) and so I try to take my cues from them. If I don’t match the kindnesses they say, then I’ll come off as cold. If I match them then I’m going straight into my fears.

But in a disjointed convo one morning, [[name]] brought up the idea of exchanging addresses so we could send each other cards. Nobody had thought of the obvious roadblock of cost yet (which is a topic that comes up often!) so I wanted to jump on board and say that sounded awesome, before practical details got involved.

Yes, let’s see me think on my feet – it’s quite hilarious.

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But thinking back on it, and looking back on it, I’m just biting my lip and kicking myself. That was terrible. I don’t even want to look at it, it was bad, awful.

The difference would be I’d stay silent, or a couple of words would be changed. A small difference, can make a big change, but am I freaking out over nothing?

I don’t see how that’d be possible because THAT is terrible.

Should I have written that tweet differently? I’m sure I should’ve? But how? (Round and round it goes when it stops no one knows)

On my last post, concerned if I talked about them but didn’t mention that I did, when I could, I linked Shannon A. Thompson & Malinda Kathleen Reese in the post tweet.

Now I’m concerned that it was done wrongly. I’m not currying for attention, I just didn’t want to talk about them behind their back. Plus I thought if I were them I’d like to know what was being written on the interwebs about me. BUT IT’S PROVEN – few people are like me.

And did how I hastily wrote it in my tweet sound bad? I should probably delete it. But then — what if they wanted to know?

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The tweet in consideration

What else?

I’m still really worried about the private Twitter conversation and me making a fool of myself. (How? SOMEHOW. I don’t know.)

But what else is bugging me?

Well, I wrote an email back to a company, and instead of starting a new email conversation, I “replied”, so maybe I did the wrong step there.

Okay, so it’s at this point that to be honest, I must admit it looks like only two things completely spun me down. Sure, in my mind these are cardinal sins – using your voice to make someone else uncomfortable is unacceptable to me.

But should that be enough to make me cower, to give me pause for the day and say you should not have any interaction because you are deadly?

While I am sure, I’m not so sure. Objectively, I think people around me would say no.

But, I’m glad – though it disturbs my life – that these things give me pause. That I analyze my life (perhaps too much), and look for pitfalls.

Erm, sorry, I’ve lost my words…

I’m glad I look at myself and see how could I hurt people less and live better, automatically, versus it being a foreign concept to change myself when things are going wrong in my world. It’s my first instinct to look at me, and try to institute change.

Where I draw the line, is what I need to learn. Badly need to learn. (Maybe?)


What’s your take on the things that are scaring me?

What are some things that make you want to retreat into yourself?


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