Random 5 for December 6 – Terrorism, ideas, emotions, taste buds, exercise

peace-clker

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Again? Really? – I am too frequently complaining about being a humorist in a non-humorist world. Some of my fellow humor bloggers have stepped out to address the horrors. They do it better than I do. I have so much trouble getting my arms around this killing thing so I did some research. I still don’t get it. Instead of being fearful I will follow my Mom’s words. “If it’s your time to go, you will go no matter what or how.” Somehow I get more peace from that than anything else I have heard.

socks,clkr

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Synapses snapping…wait…where did they go? – I plod through life getting blog inspirations one at a time. This past week I had a five-minute period where I had several very good blog story leads. My head was exploding! The bad news is that I had to go to the bathroom and by the time I got back to my desk they were gone. I don’t know where they went. Probably with the beloved husband’s missing socks.

Emotions – I don’t know if it’s the season or hormone surges (do I still have those?) but everything makes me cry. I cry because something is good or sad or just because. It’s not only sweet animal stories or videos. I watch a YouTube about hair products and I cry. Really good chocolate makes me weepy. Sun shining on my cats makes me weepy. Perhaps the fault lies with the evening news. Compared to that my life is so great.

I could be a taste tester! – Last week I had a bad Starbucks mocha latte. They remade the drink but it still didn’t taste right. Either the formula changed or the mix was bad. A few days later they told me that the mocha syrup had been mixed incorrectly. They had to throw out two large tubs. It’s back to normal and life is good. You can’t screw with my taste buds. (That’s almost enough to make me cry!)

The crazy lady – There is a woman in my neighborhood with long white wild hair. I’d guess she’s in her 60s. She wears bright red lipstick and colorful clothes and exercises while walking early in the morning — arms flailing, body twisting. If you saw her, your first thought would be that she had escaped from a home for the flamboyantly insane. On closer inspection you would see the wires dangling from the ear plugs that are pulsating music and exercise instructions directly into her brain. She hadn’t been around since the spring. I wondered if she moved or was ill. This week she was out in full color, arms flailing to some unheard tune with a smile and wave for all. She always makes me laugh. (Yes, this made me cry too!)

Here is some peace therapy:

Morgan napping on the computer desk.

Morgan napping on the computer desk.

So how was your week?

69 thoughts on “Random 5 for December 6 – Terrorism, ideas, emotions, taste buds, exercise

  1. I think the stress of all the emotion connected to last week’s shootings got to me and I have a cold! I found myself getting a little whiny about it and then started to laugh at myself. Yeah…I’ve got BIG problems with a cold, right? I think your mother’s observations are pretty good–when it’s our time…

    Having a soft and sensitive heart can make emotions a bit more surface this time of year. I think tears are a good thing. 🙂

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  2. Once again your mother’s words say it all simply and in a sane manner…it’s just that easy. If my kids are searching for future homes for me, they better enroll me at the one for “the flamboyantly insane.” I laughed out loud on that one! Your uninhibited neighbor sounds fun.

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  3. I am often thankful that I don’t have tv service. It’s hard enough to read the ugly news.
    I agree 100% with your mother’s philosophy. Life is my first choice but if I die…oh well.
    Yay crazy lady! I want to be a bit like her.
    Morgan is lovely having her peaceful nap. Watching cats is always a delight.

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  4. I am thankful I don’t have tv service it’s bad enough reading about what is going on without seeing the film about it.
    I am 100% in agreement with your mother’s philosophy. My first choice is to live but if I die…oh well.
    Morgan is lovely having her peaceful nap. Watching cats is good for the heart.
    Yay crazy lady! I wanna be a bit like her.

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  5. Hold tight to your mom’s words, Kate, she knew what she was talking about. I’ve lost stuff in the commode too, but I usually got into trouble for flushing clothing down the tube. About that crying of yours, Kate, bet my latest post only contributed more tears. Here’s to crazy ladies with long white hair, but please don’t cry over bad syrup. 😀

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  6. Cry, let those tears fall. I cried when I saw all those shoppers and stuff people buy because it’s christmas. Humbug…. who needs it when the world needs love. booo hooo hooo. Morgan made me feel much better.

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  7. I love, love “home for the flamboyantly insane”! If I ever get put away, I want to go there. Unfortunately, they probably wouldn’t have me… I’m just about as white-bread boring as one can get. Although I’m more comfortable following a mostly staid path, I really appreciate those that are able to let their freak flag fly in public.

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  8. I too, cry easily, Kate. Sometimes they’re tears of sadness, but sometimes from laughing. Laughing until I cry is always the best.
    You need to patent your taste buds!
    Game time…it’s not televised here and this is the first time Derek hasn’t gone to the sports bar to watch it. Let’s hope for a miracle.

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  9. It’s a very weepy time of year when all our sadness comes back to visit. I’m sure you miss Jake, even if you think you’ve made strides in the area of his passing. I had a good cry over Carmela earlier, out of he blue. I still had her across the street last Xmas.
    I firmly agree with your mother. We just need to press on and what will be will be.
    I love the spirit of the lady who looks like an escapee. That’s the spirit.
    Remember, there’s always coffee even if the mix went south 🙂

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    • Oh, the strides I’ve made have been small. I don’t miss all the extra work and elderly sick cat gives but I miss the affection. Because he was all black, I keep seeing him everywhere. If there is a black pot on the back porch I think he’s there wanting to come in. Sometimes it’s just a shadow and I think he’s there. You know I love black coffee too. Just plain. No floof.

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  10. “Perhaps the fault lies with the evening news. Compared to that my life is so great.” THIS. I feel this way over my Twitter feed and internet news. But I’m still crying over San Bernadino. So close to us, so sad.

    I found this book called “Sniglets,” once. It had names for the unnamed mysteries of life. The only two I remember are the “ubibula” (the spot you scratch on a dog that makes his back paw flail wildly like he’s scratching himself), and the “hozone.” Hozone is not, in fact, a place for the promiscuous — it’s the mysterious zone into which at least one sock from every load of laundry goes. Pretty sure it’s filled with the Beloved Husband’s socks.

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  11. Yes to all of these, Kate. I’m so saddened by what’s been going on around the world. I usually think of something I want to tell my co-workers when I’m in the bathroom and forget what it is by the time I get out. They joke that they can hear me talking to myself when I’m in there. So, blog post ideas come and go in my little brain, some of them make it on here. Enjoy your Sunday, looks like Morgan is!

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  12. I would love to go back to just trying to be funny! Turning in my soapbox for a laugh track would make me deliriously happy.

    You really should offer yourself to your local Starbucks as a taster — because you may have found your new calling!

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  13. I’m with you 100% on the first one. I never know what to say about these now-common shootings, bombings, whatever else is disgusting going on in the world. I feel like I should address it at times, but I can’t find the appropriate words to reflect how terrible these things really are and how much they bother me. So I’ve avoided it in my posts so far. Maybe I’ll be able to come up with something worthy sometime. And.. I cry ALL the time at random things. Which is ironic, because I never cry over things that actually matter or have an affect of my life. Last night — I cried over Glade’s Christmas commercial because I thought it was touching. My husband couldn’t stop laughing at me. “It’s a CANDLE commercial, Blair!” lol

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    • I ran into her at a grocery store right after I moved here. Previously we had exchanged waves, me in a car and her with her body spassing out. She recognized me. She looked so normal except for the wild hair, red lipstick and wildly colored clothes that I almost didn’t recognize her. Now that I reread my last sentence the only thing that was different is her hands and feet were normal.

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    • It’s either feast or famine. Sometimes I struggle for that 5th. Other times I have 8 and have to pick. Once in a while if I have enough I’ll do an “Odds and Ends” during the week. Thanks for your kind words!

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