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.

com·mis·er·ate
kəˈmizəˌrāt/
verb
1.
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…

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

2014:
The year I tip a “40” to my homies