Choice #5 Because this one seemed one of the more creative and fun! I am writing this at 2:30AM at my night auditing job, finished the audit over an hour ago.. so here I am, and here I go :)
I would like to create a collage from things I find on my absolute favorite website, Pinterest. I am going to search the following keywords: Life, love, inspiration, laughter, and quotes and pick words and phrases from each.
Sometimes on the way to a dream you get lost and find a better one
Take time to do what makes your soul happy
If you don't fit in, then you're probably doing the right thing.
Everyday is a second chance.
Dreams don't work unless you do
Don't give anyone the power to ruin your day
Laughter is the fireworks of your soul
Laughter is timeless, imagination has no age, and dreams are forever.
Believe in yourself, and all that you are.
Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle
For life is about using the whole box of crayons
You're never too old to be young
Let your smile change the world
Surrender to what it is, let go of what it was
& have faith in what will be.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Week 14 Piece #2
How to Drive on the Interstate and I295 in Maine
1st: When stuck behind a car that is nervously merging on to the interstate, look behind your left shoulder and quickly into your rear view mirror. Then: although there are those white lines on your left that tell you to keep to the right of them until they end then you can merge? If there are no cars on the right lane of the interstate, accelerate and merge left around the car in front of you and onto the interstate.
2nd: Once on the interstate, keep around 65-70. You can be 5mph over the speed limit with no problems, if you exceed to 80-90 in a 65, you may want to slow down but in some areas, do it anyway just to take a few minutes off your commute.
3rd: When you find yourself coming up on a car in front of you and you are in the right lane, get really close to them to let them know they are going too damn slow for the interstate, and pass them on the right lane and accelerate.
4th: When in the left lane and you find a car in front of you that isn't moving into the left lane. Prepare yourself for some serious tailgating until they either accelerate as well, or move to the left lane. Repeat the first step of this number until you have succeeded in moving them or possibly pass them in the right lane.
5th: When it comes to exiting and you find yourself still in the left lane, cut off the person in the right lane or flip them off if they don't move and cut behind them close to their car just to let them know that by them not moving out of your way it irritated you.
6th: Exit up the ramp. Though the speed limit says 35, there are never cops on exits anyway, to give it to ah.
1st: When stuck behind a car that is nervously merging on to the interstate, look behind your left shoulder and quickly into your rear view mirror. Then: although there are those white lines on your left that tell you to keep to the right of them until they end then you can merge? If there are no cars on the right lane of the interstate, accelerate and merge left around the car in front of you and onto the interstate.
2nd: Once on the interstate, keep around 65-70. You can be 5mph over the speed limit with no problems, if you exceed to 80-90 in a 65, you may want to slow down but in some areas, do it anyway just to take a few minutes off your commute.
3rd: When you find yourself coming up on a car in front of you and you are in the right lane, get really close to them to let them know they are going too damn slow for the interstate, and pass them on the right lane and accelerate.
4th: When in the left lane and you find a car in front of you that isn't moving into the left lane. Prepare yourself for some serious tailgating until they either accelerate as well, or move to the left lane. Repeat the first step of this number until you have succeeded in moving them or possibly pass them in the right lane.
5th: When it comes to exiting and you find yourself still in the left lane, cut off the person in the right lane or flip them off if they don't move and cut behind them close to their car just to let them know that by them not moving out of your way it irritated you.
6th: Exit up the ramp. Though the speed limit says 35, there are never cops on exits anyway, to give it to ah.
Week 14 Piece #1
Getting myself caught up here as much as I can! & Week 14? Yeah, making me smack my forehead into my hand a couple of times! However I think I know where I can go with at least one of these, so here goes my #1 for week 14.
The art of people watching. It truly is an art and if done well you can figure out who to talk sarcastically to, who to be short with because they are in a rush, or who to be incredibly professional with, or to look like your extremely professional when you aren't... Anyway, here is the dynamics of true people watching and the best environments to do it in.
First is where are the best places to people watch? There are your normal park benches, malls, and so forth but the best are the front desk of a hotel, and the sidewalks of your busy Main street of your home town area. Watching people try to figure out your roads and why none of them make sense is extremely hilarious. Also, watching people look at all the neat stuff in the stores and them not realizing that they are walking into the traffic of cars is also quite interesting. It's almost like sometimes you wish one of them could get hit, not hard, just like a little tap. To make you go "Ha! Tourist."
At a hotel, you get people from everywhere: up north, down south, out west and out of the country. True people watching is an art when working at a front desk of a company and actually having to converse with these people or "sheep is something in its own." Most of the guests all say their "ooh's" and "ahh's" at the exact same things. How people carry themselves and talk with those around them can help depict how they may come talk to you. The ones with long faces and hands in their pockets, probably don't want to spend a lot of time checking into their room and knowing the area, they will just figure that out later somehow. The ones that walk in, immediately stare at everything from the floor to the ceiling are also the ones that walk into the center table with the large, very expensive vase with the flowers in it. Then they make their way to the counter to talk to you, and 10 minutes later they will give you their credit card to pay for their room.
People watching is an art when you can please even the stuffiest of people. Not everyone is easy to please and that is a fact. However when one can make those in front of them who choose not to be happy, pleased by the time they leave your presence... that's when you succeed. There are of course two types of people watching, judgmental watching and watching to learn something. Most of us don't mean to judge but it just happens anyway. "Those who judge get judged worse." So the main rules of watching is, don't get caught, and don't forget what you're doing. Always be on task and don't make the person you are watching feel like you're just creeping on them, otherwise, get good at it, it can become a very useful tool!
The art of people watching. It truly is an art and if done well you can figure out who to talk sarcastically to, who to be short with because they are in a rush, or who to be incredibly professional with, or to look like your extremely professional when you aren't... Anyway, here is the dynamics of true people watching and the best environments to do it in.
First is where are the best places to people watch? There are your normal park benches, malls, and so forth but the best are the front desk of a hotel, and the sidewalks of your busy Main street of your home town area. Watching people try to figure out your roads and why none of them make sense is extremely hilarious. Also, watching people look at all the neat stuff in the stores and them not realizing that they are walking into the traffic of cars is also quite interesting. It's almost like sometimes you wish one of them could get hit, not hard, just like a little tap. To make you go "Ha! Tourist."
At a hotel, you get people from everywhere: up north, down south, out west and out of the country. True people watching is an art when working at a front desk of a company and actually having to converse with these people or "sheep is something in its own." Most of the guests all say their "ooh's" and "ahh's" at the exact same things. How people carry themselves and talk with those around them can help depict how they may come talk to you. The ones with long faces and hands in their pockets, probably don't want to spend a lot of time checking into their room and knowing the area, they will just figure that out later somehow. The ones that walk in, immediately stare at everything from the floor to the ceiling are also the ones that walk into the center table with the large, very expensive vase with the flowers in it. Then they make their way to the counter to talk to you, and 10 minutes later they will give you their credit card to pay for their room.
People watching is an art when you can please even the stuffiest of people. Not everyone is easy to please and that is a fact. However when one can make those in front of them who choose not to be happy, pleased by the time they leave your presence... that's when you succeed. There are of course two types of people watching, judgmental watching and watching to learn something. Most of us don't mean to judge but it just happens anyway. "Those who judge get judged worse." So the main rules of watching is, don't get caught, and don't forget what you're doing. Always be on task and don't make the person you are watching feel like you're just creeping on them, otherwise, get good at it, it can become a very useful tool!
Week 13 Prompt 3 #62
62.For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoethe horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of a rider the battle was lost. For want of a battle the kingdom was lost. And all for the wantof a horseshoe nail.
One thing you cannot go without when trying to drive somewhere is your keys. Personally, I lock my keys in my vehicle about 8 times a year on average. In my last vehicle I did not have a keypad on the outside of my door to get in if I locked my keys. So, one day I had planned so many things to do with my best friend: Leave at 9AM to start shopping, lunch at Applebee's by 11, then get to work on time which was at 3. When walking out to my car on a early and cool November morning, I realized my keys were locked and rested on my drivers seat.
Almost like a flash before my eyes, I saw all my plans for the day wiz through my sight and gone in an instant and out of my reach. A nice fun day planned before work and I couldn't fulfill it. For the need to drive, I was lost as to where my keys were. For the want to drive, my plans were ruined. Therefore, no new clothes for work were purchased and I was late to work. All for locking my keys in my car.
One thing you cannot go without when trying to drive somewhere is your keys. Personally, I lock my keys in my vehicle about 8 times a year on average. In my last vehicle I did not have a keypad on the outside of my door to get in if I locked my keys. So, one day I had planned so many things to do with my best friend: Leave at 9AM to start shopping, lunch at Applebee's by 11, then get to work on time which was at 3. When walking out to my car on a early and cool November morning, I realized my keys were locked and rested on my drivers seat.
Almost like a flash before my eyes, I saw all my plans for the day wiz through my sight and gone in an instant and out of my reach. A nice fun day planned before work and I couldn't fulfill it. For the need to drive, I was lost as to where my keys were. For the want to drive, my plans were ruined. Therefore, no new clothes for work were purchased and I was late to work. All for locking my keys in my car.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Week 13 Prompt 2
"65. In the drawer is a box made of carved and joined bits of driftwood, which holds objects meaningless to anyone else but sacred, precious, unforgettable to you..."
Most people have a junk drawer or maybe several. I have one in my bedroom, as well as my family has one in the kitchen. The closest drawer to the living room and the hallways to the bedroom. Most of the things in there could be thrown away. Any guest of the house looking for a pen, would probably open the drawer, and quickly close it because it looked like useless things in there. However, to the owner of those belongings, they are much more than that.
The drawer looks as though its from the 70's; oh wait that's because it is. It also holds up a bright orange counter, also from the same time period. However in it one an find old batteries, broken pencils and pens that have no ink. Looking deeper there is an old picture of my mother and my aunt from when they were 15 and looked like twins. A baby picture of myself that was supposed to go to my grandmother but she had past away soon after. Then towards the back there lies an old screw driver. One of those that seems to be the perfect size for just about everything around the house. May sound funny but I'd be sad if we lost it.
One of the most meaningful things to me in it is one of those electronic toys that hangs from a key chain. Though the name has been quickly forgotten you are the owner of some weird named pet and you have to feed it, put it to sleep and bring it outside to use the bathroom. I don't remember what happened when you didn't play with it for a while but it was like a virtual pet. That toy and then a Polly Pocket sit right next to each other. I wondered why we kept them there, maybe so we always knew where they were. A junk drawer half full of junk, half full of amazing, old very meaningful family things. That picture of me as a baby not only is a reminder to my parents, but allows us to take a second to think about my grandmother that I barely knew. All sacred and unforgettable things.
Most people have a junk drawer or maybe several. I have one in my bedroom, as well as my family has one in the kitchen. The closest drawer to the living room and the hallways to the bedroom. Most of the things in there could be thrown away. Any guest of the house looking for a pen, would probably open the drawer, and quickly close it because it looked like useless things in there. However, to the owner of those belongings, they are much more than that.
The drawer looks as though its from the 70's; oh wait that's because it is. It also holds up a bright orange counter, also from the same time period. However in it one an find old batteries, broken pencils and pens that have no ink. Looking deeper there is an old picture of my mother and my aunt from when they were 15 and looked like twins. A baby picture of myself that was supposed to go to my grandmother but she had past away soon after. Then towards the back there lies an old screw driver. One of those that seems to be the perfect size for just about everything around the house. May sound funny but I'd be sad if we lost it.
One of the most meaningful things to me in it is one of those electronic toys that hangs from a key chain. Though the name has been quickly forgotten you are the owner of some weird named pet and you have to feed it, put it to sleep and bring it outside to use the bathroom. I don't remember what happened when you didn't play with it for a while but it was like a virtual pet. That toy and then a Polly Pocket sit right next to each other. I wondered why we kept them there, maybe so we always knew where they were. A junk drawer half full of junk, half full of amazing, old very meaningful family things. That picture of me as a baby not only is a reminder to my parents, but allows us to take a second to think about my grandmother that I barely knew. All sacred and unforgettable things.
Week 13 prompt 1
Prompt #64
"64. Dump the trash bin on the floor, pull on your rubber gloves, and start hunting for the truth that only your throwaways know."
The day was Monday and everything was going as expected. First, I locked my keys in my car. I found out by having to scrape through the frost on my window and look for my long hanging key chain with the Ford symbol on it. Next I was looking for my paycheck in the pile of my mail and of course I couldn't find it. It was 3:30 and my bank closes at 4. "Oh what fun this was going to be." I thought to myself.
I rummaged through my room, a room that was once clean looked now as though a bum went through it and it was a mess. I yelled and hollered hoping maybe my frustrations would possibly make it appear right in front of me somewhere. I opened the trash lid and a cloud of stench basically blew in my face. "Oh hell no." I then thought but I knew my mother could have possibly thrown it away by accident. I took a plastic bag from under the sink, pulled on my rubber gloves and began to hunt for that little piece of paper that was about to pay for my truck payment and a fresh set of nails from the salon.
I picked through the old cat food and found some old mail. I flipped through a the first few whispering "come on... Come ON!" and there it was, my paycheck. As I was about to give it a kiss I noticed there was that fishy smell, a piece of last nights dinner dried to the top of it. I lay it on the counter and began to clean everything up.
Now my mom is big into scratch tickets and she usually does really well. That's when I next found under my paycheck, an unscratched ticket. Extremely interested in my new finding I quickly cleaned up the trash and threw my damp and dirty gloves on the clean counter. I scratched the winning number, then I scratched my own numbers. Then unlike my normal Monday bad luck, a feeling of just striking gold came through me! I won a hundred dollars! After already being so thankful to find my paycheck, I found this ticket. I felt as though it should be my mothers but heck! I went through enough Monday-madness! I was keeping this. However, I wonder what kind of bad luck will come next Monday?
"64. Dump the trash bin on the floor, pull on your rubber gloves, and start hunting for the truth that only your throwaways know."
The day was Monday and everything was going as expected. First, I locked my keys in my car. I found out by having to scrape through the frost on my window and look for my long hanging key chain with the Ford symbol on it. Next I was looking for my paycheck in the pile of my mail and of course I couldn't find it. It was 3:30 and my bank closes at 4. "Oh what fun this was going to be." I thought to myself.
I rummaged through my room, a room that was once clean looked now as though a bum went through it and it was a mess. I yelled and hollered hoping maybe my frustrations would possibly make it appear right in front of me somewhere. I opened the trash lid and a cloud of stench basically blew in my face. "Oh hell no." I then thought but I knew my mother could have possibly thrown it away by accident. I took a plastic bag from under the sink, pulled on my rubber gloves and began to hunt for that little piece of paper that was about to pay for my truck payment and a fresh set of nails from the salon.
I picked through the old cat food and found some old mail. I flipped through a the first few whispering "come on... Come ON!" and there it was, my paycheck. As I was about to give it a kiss I noticed there was that fishy smell, a piece of last nights dinner dried to the top of it. I lay it on the counter and began to clean everything up.
Now my mom is big into scratch tickets and she usually does really well. That's when I next found under my paycheck, an unscratched ticket. Extremely interested in my new finding I quickly cleaned up the trash and threw my damp and dirty gloves on the clean counter. I scratched the winning number, then I scratched my own numbers. Then unlike my normal Monday bad luck, a feeling of just striking gold came through me! I won a hundred dollars! After already being so thankful to find my paycheck, I found this ticket. I felt as though it should be my mothers but heck! I went through enough Monday-madness! I was keeping this. However, I wonder what kind of bad luck will come next Monday?
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Week 12 Prompt 2
I met the most amazing person last week.
My mind I believe sometimes I should have a name for it because I talk to myself more than I talk to my friends who just think I talk too much but I think my thoughts are great like last week when I met the most amazing peron on the side walk next to the dunkin donuts where I bought a coffee and he bought mine too on accident and asked me what my name was and where I was from and he seemed interested in me not like the other people but actually interested like he might have something in common with me like our taste in coffee or maybe it was my style of clothing or my truck I drive but either way he was handsome and this coffee was one of the best coffee's I had ever had because he bought it for me and he was nice to me he was like one of the most amazing people I have ever met because he wasn't rude and didn't slam the door on me and opened my truck door for me too and even asked if he could see me again which I of course agreed to and I agreed even with a smile because he was smiling too and he asked me if I would be back there the following day so he could buy me another coffee and great me again and talk about absolutely nothing just so he could look at me which in that moment I once again smiled and nodded and I thought to my nameless miind that I had just met such a nice boy and today I still think back that last week I met the most amazing person and I sure hope that I see him again although I think I gave him the wrong number cause I was so nervous which I can tell because my mind is going a hunded miles an hour and even my mind is listening to me talk about itself.
Is a large run on no commas no periods too risky? Yet a completely accurate symbol of how my personal brain works? How fun this was to keep it going! Actually humored myself ;D I just love being creative.
My mind I believe sometimes I should have a name for it because I talk to myself more than I talk to my friends who just think I talk too much but I think my thoughts are great like last week when I met the most amazing peron on the side walk next to the dunkin donuts where I bought a coffee and he bought mine too on accident and asked me what my name was and where I was from and he seemed interested in me not like the other people but actually interested like he might have something in common with me like our taste in coffee or maybe it was my style of clothing or my truck I drive but either way he was handsome and this coffee was one of the best coffee's I had ever had because he bought it for me and he was nice to me he was like one of the most amazing people I have ever met because he wasn't rude and didn't slam the door on me and opened my truck door for me too and even asked if he could see me again which I of course agreed to and I agreed even with a smile because he was smiling too and he asked me if I would be back there the following day so he could buy me another coffee and great me again and talk about absolutely nothing just so he could look at me which in that moment I once again smiled and nodded and I thought to my nameless miind that I had just met such a nice boy and today I still think back that last week I met the most amazing person and I sure hope that I see him again although I think I gave him the wrong number cause I was so nervous which I can tell because my mind is going a hunded miles an hour and even my mind is listening to me talk about itself.
Is a large run on no commas no periods too risky? Yet a completely accurate symbol of how my personal brain works? How fun this was to keep it going! Actually humored myself ;D I just love being creative.
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