Wicked Word Wednesdays

wicked-word-wednesday-logo-3 Today kicks off what could be a fun Wednesday challenge for all of your bloggers out there who are looking for a weekly feature to add to your site, or just looking for motivation to write. Wicked Word Wednesday there’s no cost or pressure to join, just a bit of fun. Hit the link and read what it’s all about.

Today’s Wicked Word: Wicked

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This is what comes to mind when I hear the word wicked. The wicked witch from The Wizard of Oz, a movie I detest. I can’t really give a good reason why except that I watched it too young probably and it scared me. I didn’t get to have the teenage or adult experience of watching it high listening to Pink Floyd’s dark side of the moon or appreciating the camp of it all. Nope, for me it was sheer terror in an evil green woman stalking a girl and her dog, and OH MY GOD what was with the flying monkeys?! OK sure it’s hokey now, but to a 4 year old it’s terrifying!

There you have it, my lackluster addition (but an addition nonetheless) to Wicked Word Wednesdays!

Day 7: Keep Personalizing

wasting_timeUnless you are using personalization and “tweaking” as a means to keep yourself busy and delude yourself into thinking you are making content for your blog when you are actually just rearranging the chairs in your closed restaurant.

Stop fiddling and start writing.

Mainly the above was said for my benefit, but if you think you may be guilty then by all means I hope it kicks you in the pants. My friend Mart likes to remind me the only thing that makes you a writer is writing. Put your ass in a chair and write.

I think I was lucky to stumble onto this theme and then realize that I could take some of my favorite pictures and use them as headers and suddenly this pre-fab theme became mine. I’m wary of widgets because they can sometimes really distract from the writing and I don’t want to do that. However, if anyone has a suggestion of how to make the site more easily navigated or include some feature you’d like to see, I’m all for that and willing to explore adding new ways to increase functionality.

On Adoption: Part Five – Dating My Birth Mother

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It took me almost a week to decide I was going to send her a message, but only about 20 minutes to figure out what to say. My subject line was cryptic, the month, year and city of my birth. I hoped it wouldn’t be deleted as spam that way. The message was simple, my apologies for intruding but I came across your name while searching for “birthmother’s maiden name” if this is you I’d very much like to speak to you if you are interested, if not sorry for the unsolicited message.

Then I waited. The longest wait of my life.

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I blame the heat.

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I blame the heat.

My go-to response when I need to find a cause for any of life’s problems during the summer months. Here are but a few of my recent complaints that I’ve attributed to the heat.

How can I feel this lazy it’s not even the middle of my work week?
How is it possible that coffee doesn’t sound appealing?
Where did the good beer go?
Ugh don’t touch me!

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Who are the people in your neighborhood?

Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?
The people that you meet each day

I’m not ashamed to say I loved that song when I was a kid and a daresay that it was what I would be singing when I wandered off to introduce myself to people. I heard a few mothers gasp. Yes, I would in malls, grocery stores, the beach, you name it, wander off and introduce myself to complete strangers (usually working) and ask them what they were doing. I always seemed to get a positive result.
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I lost over 100 pounds this month!

trashbagsI know someone for a brief second thought it was some miracle diet.  Oh yeah right like that would happen.  Not on my watch sister! No we will just have to live with our bellies and curves the way nature intended.  What I got rid of this week was what nature NEVER intended, my conspicuous over-consumption, my tribute to consumerhood, the whole lot of crap piling up at my house.
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