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Daily Prompt: Luxurious

home_img1_luxury_valueAh, the life of luxury. I wonder what THAT would be like? How many times has a thought like that crossed your mind? It’s not something I dwell on, but if I’m totally honest I have to admit that I’ve wondered it myself from time to time. A fancy house, fine dining, first class travel around the globe; it all sounds very glamorous. But then I stop and think about it, and realize that I really don’t covet those things. They sound great, but I don’t feel as though I’m missing out on anything by not having those luxuries.

Today’s WordPress daily prompt asks what one luxury I can’t live without.  I thought about some of the luxuries I enjoy that I would miss terribly, but I would adapt, I’m sure. I love having access to the internet, but I suppose I could give up my connection. Fine chocolate is another luxury I enjoy, but if it was gone I’m sure I would find some other sweet to take its place. Likewise with  my beloved Diet Coke. In fact it would be best for me to give up those particular luxuries in favor of fresh fruit and water, but I digress.

4883.prd.s.020For me, the luxury that I would miss most is modern indoor plumbing. Yes, I’m serious. I would miss having hot water come out of the tap for washing dishes and warm for my shower. I would miss the ability to shower whenever I wanted to and to wash clothing inside my own home. Brushing my teeth would be a challenge, and the toilet? Well, I would miss that the most.

I’ve been camping. The real kind of camping where you get in a canoe in the Canadian wilderness with ten other little girls and a couple of hunky teenage counselors. The kind where you hike and cook over a campfire and swim in the freezing cold lake. With that type of camping, there are no air mattresses, no coolers, and certainly no toilets. Ew. Let’s just say I haven’t been camping in a very very long time.

Fast forward to modern times. Two and a half years ago I moved into my house. The master bathroom has a small room just for the toilet. For Christmas my sweetheart purchased and installed a brand new throne. It’s amazing. It has a dual flush, luxury height, and a non-stain finish in the bowl. The seat and lid don’t slam, and it never fails. It even has an impressive name, The Cadet Three. Some people may think it was an odd gift, but to me it is the epitome of luxury, and I would hate to be without it.

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Daily Passion Prompt 3: Happy Happy, Joy Joy

QUESTION #3

 What do you do that helps you bring happiness and excitement into your life?

This passion prompt is really two questions in one for me. I don’t see happiness and excitement as the same thing at all. In fact, some of the things that bring me the most happiness would be considered coma inducing for excitement junkies.

Let me explain. The main thing that brings me happiness is being with the people and dog I love. I know, what a snooze. But for me, that’s what I want in my life. I love being snug at home with my sweetheart and my son and our darling pup. It doesn’t really matter what we’re doing, although I would much rather watch a movie than scrub toilets, in case anyone was starting to question my sanity. Running errands, doing yard work, or cooking and sharing a meal are all causes for happiness, when the company is good.

piggieAnother thing that makes me happy is  taking good care of myself. I’m happy when I eat right, exercise, and get enough sleep. I’m happy when I’m caught up on my work, my home is orderly, and I don’t have deadlines looming over my head. When I’m able to avoid procrastination and be productive, my sense of well being soars. None of those things are sexy, or exciting, but they lead to satisfaction and contentment, and happiness.

Now if you want to talk about excitement, I do have my share, but I’m sure most people would consider my view of excitement as tame. Still, it’s my prompt and my perspective, so here goes. I find excitement in trying new experiences. They don’t have to be earth shattering to be enlightening. To that end, I really enjoy traveling. Shaking up daily routine and seeing new parts of the planet excites me. I love finding little treasures in unexpected places and learning about the history and culture of other areas, even within my own state. Even small day trips are exciting to me. On a recent outing I was thrilled to find the perfect flying pig for my backyard nestled among iron coyotes and ceramic pots. As I do my laps in the backyard pool, it encourages me to embrace the seemingly impossible.

My take on fun and excitement has certainly changed over the years, but I’m ok with that. I’m having the time of my life.


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Daily Passion Prompt 2: Need Help Writing? I’m Your Go To Gal.

Question #2

What topic or subject are you the go-to person for?

Ah yes. The question of expertise. The second daily passion prompt requires some introspection followed by a portion of horn tooting. I started to think about the things that I’m good at, and a few came to mind. I’m a fairly good scrapbooker and quilter, but nobody really comes to me for advice on either of those topics anymore. They used to, back when I was active in groups with like-minded crafters, but it’s been years. Seldom will anyone ask whether they should use crop a photo or use it whole, or if the chevron fabric should be in the narrow border or the sashing strips.  I can and will give my opinion on those topics, as well as offer some other options, but my opportunities for those interactions are limited these days.

So that leaves writing. Big surprise, I’m sure.  I’ve really always been a writer, even when I was little and couldn’t quite figure out how to write my own name correctly. I decided that I better practice, because that d in the middle was tricky and I couldn’t always be sure which way it was supposed to go.  After a while, I was pretty sure I had it figured out. Just to be certain, I wrote it on my wooden desk, my wall, my bedspread, and my carpet (in my defense it was a horrific tannish grey almost industrial thing). Oddly, my parents were not pleased with my new found mastery.

231024448They were more supportive of the little stories I made up in elementary school. I had a tan covered spiral notebook just for my writing. My parents even brought it along to my parent teacher conference in fifth grade. I think they were proud of me.  Either that or they found something odd and felt the need for professional help. Since I never got any, I just figured on the pride thing.

In high school I was blessed with the most difficult teacher I have ever had. Dr. T was my junior year English teacher, and man, was he tough. We honors kids thought we were so smart, but Dr. T taught us plenty. The most important thing he taught us was how to write. He taught organization and research and how to follow main ideas with details that are both crystal clear and compelling. He also taught us to scrutinize our work and revise, revise, revise.

beigeselectricThose skills served me well in college. I was a very popular freshman essay reader, offering suggestions for strengthening arguments or pointing out repetitious sentence patterns.  Over the years my skills evolved. I became a resume expert, a lesson planning resource, and a valuable member of the “word-smithing” committee. Yes, this was a real committee. Additionally,  I guided the extensive revision of a Harvard University graduate application statement, allowing my brother to earn his MPA degree from the Kennedy School. Yes, I know it’s name dropping, but doesn’t it sound cool?

At work, I’m often the go-to girl for tricky emails, final proofreading, and a wide variety of other writing tasks. I enjoy helping people find the words that best express what they’re trying to say. Usually they come easily to me. Finding my own words can be a little different. When I do my own writing I start from a place where I don’t always know where I will go next. I know this approach isn’t for everyone, but I find it liberating, as it allows me to move from one thought to another freely. Of course, if I’m not careful, this approach can also produce quite a bit of verbal vomit. When that happens,  it’s back to revise, revise, revise.