Resolve 2015

Here is what I am following for 2015 for the purpose of being more happy:

  • Do the things you used to talk about doing but never did.
  • Know when to let go and when to hold on tight.
  • Stop rushing.
  • Don’t be intimidated to say it like it is.
  • Stop apologizing all the time.
  • Learn to say no, so your yes has some oomph.
  • Spend time with the friends who lift you up, and cut loose the ones who bring you down.
  • Stop giving your power away.
  • Be more concerned with being interested than being interesting.
  • Be old enough to appreciate your freedom, and young enough to enjoy it.
  • Finally know who you are.

-K. Armstrong

Half Temper, Half Mental

Saw one of those e-cards today.  It said “My family is tempermental. Half temper. Half mental.”  I thought it was rather clever!  I meant to re post it on my favorite social media sites until I spell checked.  “Tempermental” doesn’t even exist!  There is an “a” that I have neglected to use this whole time that I’ve been using the word!  Well, now I feel foolish.  Temper and a-mental just doesn’t work with the original thought at all, does it.  But at least the e-card saved me from many years of misspelling yet another word, and I’ve been pretty strict about my spelling these days.  (Now, if I can only work on my sentence structures… work in progress!).

In the same vein, I happened to use the word commiserate recently in a sentence.  My listeners were confused by the term, and I did my homework to find the definition.

express or feel sympathy or pity; sympathize.

I was surprised to learn that I was also using that word incorrectly.  I’ve been using it in sentences such as “Commiserate amongst yourselves” where I probably should’ve used terms like “Talk amongst yourselves.” or “Discuss…” or “Communicate”.  I didn’t realize the word had an emotionally sympathetic context to it.  So essentially I was telling people to gather to sympathize.  Then again, with my dark and brooding sense of things, it’s not much of a surprise to me, especially when I’m being temperamental.  (See what I did there?)   Ah well, I learned something, and I can continue to botch up my six dollar words as I go!

I did use the word “archaic” today in a meeting.  I better look up the meaning and see if I used it correctly…

Attention Deficit

So, I think there is something to be said about the natural behaviors of children in their early years.  Some folks pride themselves with their multitasking skills, and I wonder sometimes how they’re able to navigate everything without losing track of something.  I do wonder at times if humanity is meant to process all that they do.  But, when you think of a child and how much they absorb in their early years, I tend to wonder if it’s just a bad thing to allow them to absorb too much at once.  I wonder at times if ADD and ADHD do find their roots during times when a child at the start of his life is doing things like watching TV and using a tablet at the same time.  My little padawan asked to watch his favorite TV show this morning.  So, I turned it on for him.  I decided to take his tablet to play with one of his apps, since you would think he’d be occupied with his TV show.  But, his sense of possession required that he get up and pull the tablet from my hands.  I continued to explain to him that he was already watching his show.  So he took the tablet anyway and started playing.  So, it was only natural to turn off the TV so he can focus on one thing, right?  Nope.  Immediately after turning off the TV he exclaims “No! I wanna watch that!”  I’m not playing this game.  So it was down to setting him straight and telling him that he can only do one at a time, that it was a waste of resources, etc, etc.  There’s no talking to a 2.5 year old child, though.  He’s got his own wiles, but I wonder what I can do now to influence his attention span.  To be continued…

Unit 1 Collides With Unit 2

Have you ever filled out a police report for a collision?  They give you a nice grid to draw a decent drawing of the accident using solid lines and dotted lines to mark the path of the collision.  I sure can draw a decent couple of wedges marked Unit 1 and Unit 2 with arrows and lines, and you’d think that would be enough to indicate what happened.  But, the usual police report includes a section called “Narrative” to describe what happened.  I wonder how many people actually read the narrative, much less the writing being descriptive enough to explain what happened.  Imagine how creative you can get on a section to tell your story of how two cars collided?   For some people  writing an essay isn’t their cup of tea, but I, being the silly putty person that I am, would love to just be able to write what I really want to say happened. (Pardon the following run-on sentence..)

“The tumultuous winds contributed to the dangerously icy conditions and continual majestic snowfall to effect a spectacular spin out of epic proportion which caused both Unit 1 and Unit 2 to careen out of control into separate paths of incredible acrobatic maneuvers.”

Not like I would write it that way, but would anyone reading the police report actually notice?  Hmmm.

Elevator Go Down The Hole

Let’s start 2014 right… with an embarassing moment.

Today, a gentleman at work decided to attempt to open the closing doors of an elevator with his fist between them.  It may have gone to his favor had the door sensors worked.  But, to no avail, the doors shut on his face.  Would’ve been categorized as an event to forget in his mind, had there not been a person inside the elevator attempting to press the Open button for him.  Yes, dear readers, I was the person inside.  I made every attempt to leap forward and press the Open button, but managed to clip the Close button instead.  It figures.  And to the gentleman’s anguish of having an elevator door slammed in front of his nose, he managed to expel the words “Ugh… Thanks.”  But, I remained determined to get those doors opened, and lo and behold I managed to press the Open button numerous times to get the doors opened.  But the gentleman already worked his way towards another elevator.  It’s too bad, I made an effort for the guy, but he was rejected, and I felt terrible.  Oh well.  I’ll never see him again.  Later, dude…. That is until I got off my floor, and guess who came out of his elevator.  Feels like something straight from a Seinfeld episode.  It figures that he’s on the same floor as I am, and now I will attempt to avoid his every move to avoid being his archenemy.  Ha!  I’ve already seen him twice today.  I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t find myself on the same project as him.  Let’s hope he didn’t catch my face as the doors closed.  One can only hope.   To be continued…

2013 Snippets

Songs of 2013:
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
Counting Stars by OneRepublic

Movies of 2013:
Iron Man 3
Man of Steel

Moments of 2013:
Autumn family photo shoot
Writing letters for a loved one in July

Lessons of 2013:
Say no
Let it go

The year I tip a “40” to my homies