"Life is like taking one piece from a thousand different puzzles, and trying to put them together in a way that makes sense." -me One good thing to remember: How you put your pieces together only has to make sense to you. (Assuming you can get past all the social norms, family expectations, and peer…
Who gets to decide how much you get paid to do the job you do? Generally speaking, your boss, or their boss, or the board of directors and CEO of the company you work for. In other words, the people you work for decide how much they are going to pay you. Sure, you can…
Flowers die Paintings fade Sculptures crumble Youth ages Vistas get paved over Beauty is fleeting It's a good thing I'm ugly. ~ That isn't want I wanted to write. The idea in my head was about beauty being temporary, no matter where you find it. So why try? Why not just revel in the ugliness…
Titles come last. Pretty much every thing I write, I write the title last. The idea comes first. And then the writing. And then the title. If I'm working on a longer project, I might come up with a title in the middle somewhere, and throw it up at the top of the page. But…
First, I think I already have a blog post with that same title. Second, I've been thinking of trying something new. I want to try applesauce, mixed with some raspberry jam. I think it might be good. I've even thought of adding honey to the mix. Doesn't that sound good? Maybe it's just me. At…
Stuffing? Check. Cranberry sauce? Check. Turkey? No. Mash- wait, what? No. No? As in no turkey? Correct. But, it's turkey day. How can we not have any turkey? We have chicken pot pie. And you think chicken pot pie is an acceptable substitute for turkey? Sure. Why not? Sigh. Do we at least have pie?…
He appeared from nowhere. He did not know where he was, why he was there, or even who he was. He was wearing armor. He was carrying a large hammer. He didn't know why. The grass was green, the sun was shining. It was very pleasant. There was a colorful circle on the ground at…
When I was a little kid, I couldn't swallow pills. Not even little ones. They would stick in my throat, their bitterness spreading on my tongue, and I just could not swallow them down. Couldn't do it. So my mom, being the nice and amazing lady that she is, would stick a pill in a…
Alright people, listen up. This is important. It must be important because I keep seeing people talk about it. It's been around for a long time, and people are still talking about it. The whole theory that there was enough room on that damn door for Jack too. That Rose was selfish and didn't let…
Start: November 8th, 2017 @ 16:48 Mountain Standard Time. The day is almost over. The sun hides behind a curtain of clouds as it exits, stage left. Check: November 8th, 2017 @ 16:54 Mountain Standard Time. Six minutes to write two sentences. I had to stop and start over twice, just to get those. Not…
