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.
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:
So how was your week?
I aspire to be that lady one day, the one who looks crazy. What a better time to be who you were really meant to be. I know I have gone soft as I have aged and yes I cry at random stuff too.
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We will be part of the crazy lady club!
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Hope so Kate
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I am too frequently complaining about being a humorist in a non-humorist world.
I know the feeling. All too well. The peoples just don’t get us, do they? Made my day with that line.
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Us humorists should unite and conquer the world! It could use some good laughter!
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Yes it does.
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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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Tears are good. They release the tension in the body. I’m not sure I have a soft and sensitive heart except when it comes to animals. Then I’m a mushball. All these things going on in the world can bring our emotions to the surface. Most times I’m not even sure what I’m crying about.
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I think you have a soft heart for the right people and definitely animals, but you touch my heart when you talk about your mom, your brother and family…the Starbuck’s baristas, perhaps? 🙂
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Always be kind to baristas!
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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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I think she is. I’ve never truly met her but she is always smiling and happy. Once in a while she will walk with her husband who does not do the “routines” but casually walks alongside.
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” home for the flamboyantly insane”…perfect phrase…a little too close to what this house is, though.
Mmmmmore Morgan. That’s quite a portrait. Lovely shining coat. Morgan’s the new Yoda.
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I’ll save you a room at that home. I hear it’s fun there! Pack up your mismatched colorful clothing! It was an odd sleeping posture that the camera didn’t capture as well as seeing it in person. Her head was hanging down. Can’t imagine it was comfortable but hey, she’s a cat. They find comfort different than us. (BTW I’m taking her along with me to that home. We will need some kicks and giggles there!)
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Cat know about getting good service from staff, too. We can take lessons
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I think it has to do with being demanding!
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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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I want to be like crazy lady too but it takes courage. Watching cats is like taking an antidepressant without the side effects (unless you include cleaning litter boxes).
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I think the older I get the braver I get. Or at least I care less about what people think than I did when I was young. Age does have its benefits.
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I am getting braver but I’m not full fledged out there yet.
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Me either, but I’m working on it.
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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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I wanna be like her too!
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Sorry for the double comment. I thiught this one didn’t go thru…delete it if you want.
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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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Yes your last one was a doozy!
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Yes, I fear that last one left many with a crying jag.
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🙂
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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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Morgan is a therapy cat!
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Morgan and the peace therapy…. what could be more perfect?
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She is such a great cat. This afternoon all 3 were with me just reading (well, I was reading, they were either sleeping or demanding to be petted!).
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Great post. I still admire how you tie separate ideas together.
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Hmmmm….I thought I just jump around willy nilly!
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That is not jumping around willy nilly. What you are experiencing is the superior female brain mechanism, which enables us to jump from A to B to C etc. faster than the fastest computer. So fast, in fact, that men (poor, inferior beings that they are) think we are going off at a tangent, or are illogical, simply because it takes them so darn long to get from A to B, that they can’t understand how, in the same length of time, we women are already on to XYZ.
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Woohoo! We are great jumpers!
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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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I so want to be like her but something keeps my hands at my side and definitely there is no twirling.
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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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OMG! The Eagles are ahead in the 4th. It is a miracle! Hoping it lasts until the end of the game. Derek picked the wrong game to miss.
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It was a miracle, Kate! Derek almost raced to the sports bar during the 3rd quarter, but I told him if he did, they’d probably lose. I’m sorry he missed it…it was the first ever.
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We watched it here and let’s just say the roof was lifting! I didn’t watch the last half because I was afraid they’d lose. They really really needed this!
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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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Living in the immediate area of America’s latest terrorist attack made this a strange week. On the other hand, my youngest daughter got a real job offer. So the week had its ups and downs.
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Yay for youngest daughter! Is it a far away move?
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“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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His socks and my ideas! Love the weird words! If you scratch my one cat at a certain spot behind her ear her paw “paws” the air. So funny. San Bernardino…so sad and why?
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Forgetting good ideas while taking a quick potty break? Sounds way too familiar. Now THAT made me laugh, Kate!
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Ideas flitter in and just as fast flitter out never to be thought of again!
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We never know which day will be our last . . . so we might as well seize this one in both hands.
Glad you got Starbucks sorted out ~ “don’t mess wit da mocha, mon!”
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I agree with you. I’m here today and let’s make it grand! As for mocha, you got that right too! Nothing makes me more cranky…..
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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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Morgan enjoys life. We could learn a lot from her.
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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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They can pay me in lattes and I would be in heaven!
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It sounds like a win-win!
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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 saw that commercial! It is cry worthy! I totally avoid the Budweiser ones with the horses and puppy. Big sobs.
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Haha, yeah. There was was a horse one a few years ago that made me cry every time. It originally aired during the SuperBowl. I’m so soft lol
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I remember it. *big sobs*
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A good cry is worth…….
It’s gotta be worth something, but I just forgot what it is. 😦
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If you don’t try to stifle it a good cry makes you feel better. If you try to stop it, you get all congested with emotion. Think of it as having emotion boogers, just like a sinus infection.
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That gave me a good laugh. 🙂
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That was my goal!
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I remember when small headphones first came out. I think there was a strange rise in the rates of schizophrenia.
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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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Always nice to hear about your week! I look forward to all your posts but especially the Sunday Random 5. Do you ever get tempted to do a Random 6?
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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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