And now, a brief return to pictures, part 38

 

Everybody say, “Go Panthers!” 😀

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Celebrations

As I lay down to
Sleep at last, I think what fun
This day has passed, and

What fun tomorrow
Will bring with it as with a
Friend we celebrate.

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Things ’90s girls do at slumber parties

After some discussion, we decided we didn’t actually need to complete this task because we were there for most of our childhood funny stories. And oddly enough, Girl Talk played a part in one of them. 🙂

  1. Drink Clearly Canadian and Surge.
  2. Hit the mall.
  3. Blast the Backstreet Boys and the Spice Girls at top volume.
  4. Play Heartthrob and Girl Talk.
  5. Chill out with Little Nicky.

The corollary to all this, of course, is that we felt super, super old. Okay, I felt super, super old. But it was a heck of a lot of fun. 🙂

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Too cute to handle

Girls’ night means there will be pictures. Girls’ night with my bestie means there will be much silliness.

But who knew girls’ night would mean there would be this much cuteness?

Oh, all right, I totally knew. 😀

How are you spending your Friday night?

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Power up!

Did you know I have superpowers? I do! Really! 😀 They include, but are not limited to:

  • Telling bad jokes.
  • Recognizing actresses from one 30-second scene in a movie that came out 27 years ago in something new.
  • Having passable good grammar skills.
  • Knowing an impossible amount of random useless trivia.
  • Making my family laugh.

A while back, Seymour and I were discussing what our superpowers would be if we had them, which got me thinking about things I’ve done that a much younger me never ever even considered as life possibilities. We decided that my superpowers would involve bad jokes and grammar, and my new favorite joke was actually a product of this conversation:

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Yes, yes, I know – they’re both groaners. But if I can’t let my nerd flag fly here, then where the heck can I?

How about you – what are your superpowers?

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Today I’m thankful for…

…in no particular order:

  1. A functional washer and dryer.
  2. All the caffeine.
  3. Good health.
  4. The best husband in the history of marriage.
  5. Cherry pie.
  6. My friends and family around the world.
  7. Wonderful writing groups.
  8. A job that pays the bills.
  9. The car that gets me there (and everywhere else).
  10. Bad jokes.
  11. The small load setting on my new washer, because sometimes you just don’t have enough socks to do a large load of whites.

    Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! I hope your day was full of family, food, and fun!

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    Today I’m thankful for…

    It’s hard to believe that Thanksgiving is in just a couple of days. Surely it was only New Year’s last week?

    At any rate, I’d like to take the rest of the week to write about things I am thankful for, and today, I’m thankful for friends, both old and new. I’m lucky enough to have a few old friends, people I’ve known since I was Thumper’s age (which is to say, five), people who’ve seen me through many a rough patch in life as well as many a happy day. Friends like them don’t come around often, and while it’s crazy – not to mention slightly scary – to think that we’ve been friends for almost thirty years, I’m beyond glad to know that some friendships can survive just about anything that life throws our way.

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    I’m also thankful for Facebook and MySpace (the old version – may it rest in peace) for allowing me to reconnect with old friends I’ve lost track of over the years. If not for MySpace, I’m not sure I’d have reconnected with one old friend so soon and if not for Facebook, there are quite a few dear friends who would have likely remained confined to memories. I reconnected with one such friend over the weekend, and I am so excited to meet up with her Friday and catch up in person. Yay! 😀

    I’m also thankful for blogging and social media in general for allowing me to make so many new friends, friends I would never have met without the internet. The Alliance of Worldbuilders, the Ink Slingers’ League, and the Cheer Peppers are just some of the friends I’m lucky to have made in the last several years, and there are many more out there.

    What about you – what are you thankful for?

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    Uh…

    It’s been a whirlwind weekend full of family, friends, and fun. If you’d seen me, you might have mistaken me for my dear departed kitty cat, Shadow:

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    I feel like I’ve been all over the state this weekend, but it sure was fun, and I have a slew of things to write about in that favorite moments book I bought.

    What about you – how did the weekend treat you? Are you ready for Monday?

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    Photo Friday

    I meant to post this yesterday as a Throwback Thursday post…but I forgot.

    Oops.

    Oh, well! My forgetfulness worked out this time, because now I’m not scrambling for ideas on what to post today! And Photo Friday can make a brief return!

    See? It’s all good! 😀

    Wow, that’s phrase I haven’t used since the ’90s…

    Speaking of that glorious decade of my misspent youth, today’s photo gallery features a collaborative story a friend and I wrote for Spanish class once upon a time. She did the drawing, I did the writing, and we both had a ton of fun in the process. I was actually thinking about this story (and a couple of others) a couple weeks ago as I sat at school conferences. Miss Tadpole now has my high school Spanish teacher, who told her that I used to write stories in Spanish.

    Ah, the good ol’ days, when I was slightly more confident in my language skills… 😀

    I ran across this the other night as I was digging through a scrapbook and praying I could find my original ACT scores. They never turned up, but this gem did, along with some other hilarious reminders of my high school days (YM covers and Tiger Beat centerfolds and “Got milk?” ads, oh my!).

    My photo skills were somewhat lacking with these, so I captioned each lovely character sketch with the story.

    Happy Friday, folks!

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    Camp what?

    So sometime last month (I think), in a fit of enthusiasm, I signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo. It’s essentially the same as the November event, but with more flexibility regarding word counts. And cabins (hi, bunkies!). And it’s a lot of fun.

    But it’s seven days into the camping season and, so far, I haven’t written a word. (I have gone actual camping, but that’s another story for another time.) As a matter of fact, I switched projects. After realizing that I wasn’t sure exactly what I was trying to do with the novel I’ve spent years tinkering with, I shifted gears and moved onto something else.

    I made a decent start on a new/old story and got a little feedback that had me second-guessing pretty much every aspect of my writing life. I got similar feedback on something else, which led to third-guessing my ability to write professionally, period. Then I tried to eat my weight in chips, fiesta ranch dip, and parade candy.

    Suffice it to say, it’s been a rough week. Month. Whatever.

    And it seems it’s not just me having a rough time of it lately. Between Brexit and the upcoming election here in the States, it seems a little like the world is trying to tear itself apart. Yesterday I read three different posts about people being tired. And not the usual, “Oh, I had a late night,” kind of tired, either. I’m talking the kind of existential exhaustion you feel in the marrow of your bones, the kind that makes you wonder why you even bother to get out of bed in the morning, let alone face the world. The kind of weariness that tells you that dreaming is hard, and it’s just not worth the effort, and the odds of success are astronomical, so why even try?

    I’ve avoided the news for months now because paying attention to it depresses me. I joke about living under a rock, but the truth is that it’s quite nice here. Then I log into Facebook, and see things about how politics are destroying friendships, and my heart hurts. I was actually nauseated a week or so ago after reading that someone I consider a good friend had been deeply hurt by someone she considered a close friend, but whose politics differed greatly from hers. I was left reeling, and it wasn’t even my friendship that had been broken.

    Why can’t we all just get along? I wondered.

    This post is the first thing I’ve written in some time. You see, I’ve become paralyzed by fear. And I hate it. I’ve been inspired to write before now, but the Doubt Monster always crept in, whispering fearsome things and stilling my pen, relaxing my fingers. Doubt is a slimy, scaly beast, and I’m tired of tangling with him. Fear is his even uglier bosom buddy, and I’ve had it with him, too.

    So this is me, trying to rid myself of the Ugly Twins, trying to break free of the paralysis. The silence round these parts will likely continue for a while, but I hope it won’t be quite as quiet as it has been lately. If I’m still, I can almost feel the fire stirring inside me again, the fire to write, to live, to be instead of to do. My embers are slowly warming, and one day soon, a crackling blaze will light my blog again.

    In the meantime, though, the coals are perfect for s’mores…

    How is summer treating you?

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