I’m Still Here

Just a reminder to everyone who reads this blog that I’m still around and will begin updating this blog regularly again.




Photo of the Day

I said I was going to blog every day in July, so I’m sticking to it. I’m also going to practice my photography, so the two may overlap occasionally

These are chives from my mother’s garden

10 of the Best Ways To Procrastinate Online

I am a hard worker, but I am also a whiz when it comes to procrastinating. Working with added pressure has always benefited me because my default is relaxing. However, if something is really important to me, the sooner I get it done, the better. Anyway, since I’m already 13 blog posts behind in my blog challenge, I am going to give you my most useful time-wasters.

1. Facebook The grand master of them all. I don’t even play games anymore, yet I’m on Facebook at least once a day, scrolling, liking things, and looking at people’s albums.

2. Lumosity : Money well spent. For those who would like to try it without paid membership, that is an option as well. Fair warning: it’s addictive. I once spent an hour racing a purple penguin through a maze because I wanted a higher score.

3.YouTube: Ugh. The worst. The absolute worst. One innocent view of a toddler biting his older brother’s finger can easily turn into 4 hours of watching cute cat videos, cute dog videos,  Scandal fanvids, or a marathon viewing of online sermons. Avoid it like the plague.

4. Tumblr. Four words: Scrolling in the deep.

5. Vine Thankfully, Vine is more conducive to smartphones and tablets than it is to PCs, but it still has the potential to steal hours away from you, six seconds at a time.

6. Twitter. Quiet as it’s kept, the only time I’m on twitter is when my shows are on. That’s a good 3 hours a week.

7. BuzzFeed Informative, random, and quirky. I can spend hours scrolling through and searching everything, from the latest news on the situation in Kiev, to the best Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode.

8. eBay I’m saving money at the moment so I avoid it like the plague, but when I had lots of disposable income, I spent time and money looking for random things to bid on.

9. Stuff Christians Like It’s funny because a lot of these are based on fact.

10. Staples I am a huge fan of office supplies, and can spend hours window shopping for them.

And now you know why I’ve failed my blog challenge for this month.

Until tomorrow,


What Happens In Vagueness Stays In Vagueness

I haven’t written a post in a while. No, scratch that. I have written many posts. I just don’t like any of them enough to click “publish”. I will most likely re-read them in a month and decide that they are all amazing. (Not likely, but I’m hopeful) Until then, I am going to write about myself because it’s easy for me to do so.

1. I “borrowed” the title of this post from an unknown writer who is more clever than I am. It has nothing to do with what I’m writing about, but I thought it sounded cool.

2. I like puns.

3. Satire is my favourite type of humour because I like to use sarcasm and ridicule to draw attention to things that are not necessarily funny.

4. It is easy for me to be kind to people that I do not like because I have a genuine interest in people, as well as an eagerness to connect with them, regardless of how repugnant they may seem. (I don’t need a hidden agenda to treat people with kindness, thanks to my lovely parents) On the flip side, it is also easy for me to ignore a person I don’t like. If I am kind to someone, it is real. If I am not kind to someone, it is also real.

5. I am a born optimist. (My blood type is B positive.)

6. People told me that I “sounded white” for most of my life, and I still don’t know what that means. For the record, my parents both went to college. My Grampy did not finish elementary school, but he was an eloquent speaker. I sound like the people who taught me how to speak, none of whom are white.

7. I was initially reluctant to teach Sunday school, but now talking to my class about God is one of my favourite things to do.

8. I am more productive when I’m angry than I am when I am calm. When I am angry, I just throw myself into my work to keep myself from thinking about what upset me. When I’m calm, I slow down.

9. When I get writer’s block, I usually write through it…and then hate everything I write.

10. I am only on Facebook to connect with friends and family who live far away, and the majority of the people on my ‘Friends’ list are relatives.

11. I did not like children until my eldest nephew was born.

12. I love being an introvert because whatever is going on in my head is always amusing.

I may delete this soon.



Off The Cuff Friday: Who Hasn’t Peed In A Bucket?


Dude, you’re a millionaire. Use the toilet.

Enough attention has already gone to this ridiculous story, so I’ll be brief. Nineteen year-olds occasionally do stupid things. (Ew, Right?) Sometimes they do stupid things on camera. While I would not have chosen to relieve myself in a mop bucket, I also think that this is probably the least fascinating non-news story I have heard in a while. (Let he who is without bathroom sin cast the first stone.)

Princess Smartypants.  In seven months of playing brain-training games on Lumosity, I went from being in the 20th percentile in my first month to the 98th percentile. In a crowd of 100 people in my age group, only two of them have higher scores than me. (Or two percent. Whatever, )

You’re racist? You’re fired.  Big Brother has not been relevant to me since Dr. Will won  the game back in the day. It is a show I will occasionally watch–if I can tolerate the houseguests. (Which I cannot, 97% of the time) Some of this year’s houseguests are the worst. Thanks to Gina-Marie and her “nigger-insurance” comment, and Aaryn’s (ugh. That spelling!) equal opportunity hatred of everyone, (particularly Helen, who is brilliant, and seems like a genuinely nice person, and Elissa who is winner Rachel Reilly’s sister, thus, hated by proxy) I cannot watch a full episode without feeling as though I have lost a bit of my soul. The worst thing about all of this is Aaryn’s annoying reaction when she was confronted by a fellow houseguest. Ugh. (Sidenote: Gina-Marie and Aaryn have both been sacked from their jobs, and spellcheck keeps trying to change Aaryn to ‘Aryan’. Mmm.Hm.)

I’m not perfect. Thank God! Perfection is exhausting. Perfect people cannot have any flaws. Perfect people cannot make mistakes. Perfect people cannot be wrong. For a person who strives for perfection, nothing he or she does is ever good enough. Nothing anyone does is ever good enough. I am going to concentrate on being excellent rather than perfect because I will never attain it in this lifetime. Perfection is for the birds. (And Jesus.)

I need to work on my delivery. My mother once told me that, if we were strangers, she would think that I was intimidating. When I asked her why, she replied, “It’s your demeanour. You always look as though you have no time for foolishness, and you are abrupt when speaking.” Mom and I both know that I am about as intimidating as a kitten, but the way I carry myself screams, “Mess with me, and you may get cut.” That said, I need to try to sound less snippy, and more pleasant. Today I was listening to a tribute to the wonderful Joni Mitchell, and in her new poem, ‘This Rain, This Rain’, this line stood out to me; “If I were nicer, less astute, Less compelled to spew the truth…”  

I’d be a lot nicer, but I would also be more reserved. (I’m an INFJ. I don’t need to be more reserved than I am today) Sometimes I cannot help but call things exactly as I see them. I learned a lot simply by speaking the truth out loud when others hesitated out of fear. When I lie, I lie about unimportant things. When I tell the truth to people, it’s like receiving a jackhammer to the skull. I may be abrupt and standoffish, but no one can say that they have no idea where I stand. (If they are unsure, they have not been paying attention)

This post is beginning to get a little “rambly”, so I’ll end it here.



My 10 Biggest Weaknesses

This isn’t going to be one of those posts in which I confess a crippling fear of clowns, spiders, or heights. (I’m not scared of the former, and I cured my fear of the latter in 2010) I do not have a weakness for chocolate, cupcakes, or pastries. (I like salt.)  I’m not rankled by physical contact, or intimidated by crowds. (I do hate parties, however.) I am an introvert, who likes alone time, but I also love to spend time with people. I don’t react to external stimuli, and when I’m focused on something, I can block out everything else. Most, if not all of my weaknesses have to do with how I relate to my environment and the people around me. So, here they are. All 7 of them. (I’m positive there are more, but this is enough for today.)

1. Deeming things (and people) unimportant because they are not important to me.
2. Being rude and dismissive towards people I don’t respect.
3. Becoming confrontational when I sense that a person is trying to intimidate me.
4. Ignoring people that I do not want to talk to.
5. Making snide remarks at other people’s expense. To their faces.
6.Judging other people for their life/wardrobe/book/entertainment/word choices.

…And 3 weaknesses that are actually strengths:

8. Forgiving people after they have treated me wrongly.

9. Being kind to people without having ulterior motives.

10. Not giving a single care what people think about me.

The first 7 things on this list are what keep me humble. I cannot, in good conscience, believe that I am an infallible and wonderful person when I mean-mugged that girl I don’t like, talked mess about that other person, and told that other person that her words don’t carry any weight with me.

Acknowledging one’s flaws is the first step in conquering them. I can be confident in the fact that, as long as I’m alive, I can be better than I was the day before. Just when I think I’ve made it, I’ll mess up, and be reminded that I am not perfect. I am human, and I will make mistakes.

What is the best part about this? It is okay to make mistakes. Smart people learn by them.  The rest? Well, they keep making the same mistakes, over and over again, and then wonder why nothing ever works out in their lives.

I may have many flaws, but they keep me grounded. Smugness is for people who are looking to be knocked off of their high-horses by the law of reciprocity. (Or in biblical terms,  you reap what you sow) I’m a Christian, so I don’t believe in karma, but I do believe that a person only receives what he or she has already given.

As people, we are not defined by our flaws or mistakes. We are defined by our spirit and our character. I admit my flaws because I know they represent only a fraction of the person I am. And you are free to do the same.

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Erie ♥