Category: Nablopomo

Manic Monday

I’m with Garfield, Mondays suck.

Case of the mondays

Today was particularly bullshit and I’m already counting down the hours until Friday. When I have days like this, I have to work extra hard at not letting my anxiety and other demons win. The three things that got me through today are:

  1. Good friends
  2. Great music
  3. Coffee

How do you survive the crappy days?

 

This month, I’m participating in NABLOPOMO! So are some of my friends. Visit their blogs for more Nablopomoey goodness:

Nablopomo 2015, because why not?

It’s November! And you know what that means…

 


I haven’t had the best track record with National Blog Posting Month. I’ve tried and failed epically the last few years. But I like the challenge of it. And this year, my goal is to try some of the prompts this year, no matter how ridiculous I think they are, because it’s good practice. I’ve fallen out of writing with direction, so what’s the worst that could happen?

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So, let’s do the thing again. Or at least… give it a go. Who’s with me?

I failed at the thing

Oh, hey. It’s December and once again, I failed at that whole Nablopomo thing.

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I had the best intentions for this year. I swear.

I’ve been writing a lot more recently. Not so much here. But for clients. And a super secret side project. And for these awesome people.

So I fully expected to successfully write a blog post each. And. Every. Day. This. Month.

Then life happened. Some super exciting happy news one day, followed by no good, terrible very bad news the next.

Then work got busy, then my anxiety became all stirred up. We fought with our contractors, as our big home reno is still not 100% complete. Over a year after the hell mouth first opened up in my dining room.

And so on, and so on.

And then suddenly it was December.

So hey, guys. I failed the thing again. As it happens sometimes.

But that’s okay. Life goes on.

I’m a GBL girl

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Magical Lifeblood in a Cup

I know this is probably not a popular opinion, but I’m okay with that.

I have a handful of opinions that go against the popular ones (I know, big surprise, right?)

Anyway. Here goes. I’m not a huge fan of the Pumpkin Spice Latte.  Sure, I’ll drink them when autumn hits. I mean, I’m not a monster.

But I don’t fall all over myself about the PSL like a preteen at a Biebs concert. The seasonal beverage that holds a special place in my heart?

The gingerbread latte.  It’s magic in cup. It’s my magical lifeblood (coffee, of course) with a little bit of holiday cheer.  And yeah, it’s early to start talking about holiday cheer. Especially when I’m a pretty loud Grinch about that time of year.

But when it comes to gingerbread lattes?

Bring it on.
NaBloPoMo November 2014

 

This month, I’m participating in NABLOPOMO! So are some of my friends. Visit their blogs for more Nablopomoey goodness:

Are you participating? Let me know and I’ll add you to my list.

My Superpower

I always choose the table next to the super awkward first date. It’s my superpower.

It doesn’t matter what kind of establishment I’m at; a restaurant, a pub, a bar, a coffee house. I’ve even managed to find the awkward first date at sporting events. It doesn’t matter what time of day, what day of the week; if you’re having an awkward first date, chances are I’m at the next table over cringing on your behalf.

You know, but in a non-creepy kind of way.

Anyway. On Friday, I was doing some freelance work at a coffee shop, as I like to do from time to time for a change of scenery. And across from where I was working, a couple seated themselves at a table, coffees in hand. It had all of the signs that I’ve come to know so well, thanks to my superpower; awkward small talk, tight smiles, glances over the shoulder and around the room. At one point, the woman turned so her entire body was facing away from her date. She checked her watch. Thirteen times. She leaned far back in her chair, creating as much distance between them as physically possible without falling backwards out of her chair. She crossed her arms. Her date was not picking up on her ‘I’m just not that into you’  signs. When the woman pulled out her phone and started scrolling through it while her date rattled on about his love of the outdoors, I was cringing internally so hard, I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to keep the look on my face neutral any longer. Nothing says ‘I give no fucks about this date’ more than pulling out your phone to text and browse.

When the woman escaped to the bathroom, I figured that was the last I would see of her. I figured that it was probably the last Clueless Dude would see of her, too. She’d be doing him a favour honestly.

About fifteen minutes later, though, she returned, much to my surprise. It didn’t surprise Clueless Dude at ALL, because he’s clueless. She was working very hard to extricate herself from the date, telling Clueless Dude that she was sorry, but she should be going. He didn’t seem to get it. I fought the urge to pass him a note explaining the situation.

Finally, the woman managed to get her message across. He went in for a hug. She grimaced and said no before making a break for it.

My superpower, ladies and gentlemen.

Next time, I think I’m just going to stick to take away.
NaBloPoMo November 2014

 

This month, I’m participating in NABLOPOMO! So are some of my friends. Visit their blogs for more Nablopomoey goodness:

photo credit: hfabulous via photopin cc

 

Not at all awkward…

 

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Today, my brother turned 28. What the actual eff.

He wanted to celebrate by having people over to play board games and he made his famous homemade pizza. My brother and sister-in-law have a pretty impressive collection of board games, but the birthday boy wanted to try out the game he’d just received for his birthday from his wife; Cards Against Humanity.

It’s like an R-rated version of Apples to Apples, an interesting fill-in-the-blank style game, and it is absolutely terrible.

It’s also heaps of fun.

But man, can it be awkward. Especially depending on who you’re playing the game with.

Yesterday, at my brother’s house, we sat down with my brothers, my sister-in-law and her parents. I don’t know her parents very well. But the idea of having to read out loud cards that said thinks like ‘Fleshlight’, ‘unreciprocated oral sex’ and ‘A sad hand job’ around a retired cop and my sister-in-law’s mom…

…but it turns out, it wasn’t awkward at all.

That and we quickly learned ‘Kanye West’ or ‘A sad hand job’ wins. Every. Damn. Time.

 

NABLOPOMO 2014!

NaBloPoMo November 2014

It’s November and that means…. NATIONAL BLOG POSTING MONTH. Or, because this is the internet and we love, love, LOVE to shorten things; it’s NABLOPOMO.

I’ve given this a whirl in the past, with various levels of success. This year, I’m looking at it more as a way to gently nudge me to write for my personal blog. I’ve been neglecting this, even more so since I’ve been writing articles and blog posts for other people thanks to freelancing.

So, here we go again.

Are you participating this year? Let me know and I’ll link to your blog in my Nablopomo posts!