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Some Guest Posting Etiquette

This Mess is for writers, specifically those who write for blogs and like to appear on various sites to broaden their audience. If you're not a writer, then you may wish to skip today's post and come back Wednesday when I'll share my frustrations with learning patience and about how driving through this town is not a good study hall for that. It's all right if you pass on today’s post; I won't be upset. If you are a writer, however, then I encourage you to read on as I share a few things I've...

My Dumb Smart Phone

They all worked great until the contract was up.It has to be a setup from the phone companies to force us to buy a new, more expensive phone. I mean, two months before my two-year contract on this phone is up, it suddenly decides that it doesn’t have enough space to do what it has been doing for the past two years. I haven’t added anything new, I don’t store pictures on my phone, and I use my iPod for music. So what is suddenly taking all of my storage space?
As I said, it started about two mo...

How Is Your Gratefulness?

I am more than grateful for these ladies.One of the biggest complaints of many employees as well as family members is the feeling of being underappreciated.  It’s been one of the things we’ve had to instill in the kids, especially the 9 year-old who seems to be growing up in a generation of grab and run instead of sit and savor.  You spend an afternoon fixing her favorite dish or stop what you are doing to play a game or watch a show with her and after it’s all over and done with sh...

How Well Do You See What’s Around You?

It’s like the mall at Christmas only worse.  At least at the mall people are used to what’s around them, so they aren’t gawking at every sight and sound.  However, at Downtown Disney, it’s a tourist trap and people are in awe that everything has mouse ears on it and are soaking it all in.  I can’t really say much, I guess, because we go there about four or five times a year and are still soaking it all in.
Still, we are all people watchers and my eyes are always circulating arou...

Is Compassion Lost?

He wasn't a solicitor. He was a mooch.I’m not sure where the little guy came from and to be honest, I’m not sure it’s even a little guy.  We call him Blue Eyes because he has the prettiest blue eyes and I was listening to Frank Sinatra at the time.  He’s not ours.  I do think he thinks we are his, however.
He appeared around our pool deck one day just staring at us.  One of the girls put out a bowl of food by the back door and we watched through the glass as he came up, sni...

Why Are You Always So Angry?

Calm down, Dude!I realize life can be tough at times.  Illness, financial hardships, relationship woes, a struggling business, a lay off, a wayward child, an arrogant child, and the list goes on and on.  Life was not meant to be easy.  It wasn’t meant to be fair.  It was just meant to be life.  And truth be told, life at its hardest is better than no life at all.
However, that doesn’t stop people from coming across angry at the world and everyone and everything in it. ...

Those Self-appointed Cyber Police

We should all be this contentThey think they are the Self-appointed Cyber Police.  Personally, I call them busybodies, tattle tales, narcs, cry babies, and self-righteous old bitties with too much time on their hands.  They really should mind their own business and cease their obnoxious interference into other people’s lives.
I suppose I just don’t understand the thinking of some people.   I know the world contains those individuals who are letter-of-the-law types, but if y...

The Negotiation of Change

I suppose it's fitting they stuck me in a cornerChange is exciting.  I usually relish it because it brings about freshness to anything around it.  It jump starts my thinking and takes me down paths I had never thought of before.  It rejuvenates me and gives me an excitement that may have grown dull with the stagnation of day after day doing the same thing.  I usually look to the beginning of a new year with my eyes on something to change that will keep a spark in what we do. ...

A Distracted Mess

One of the many boxes of pictures to scan I have to admit, I have struggled today to write this blog post.  It’s not even the one I had planned on writing.  Today’s topic was supposed to be about compassion, but I find myself distracted by my surroundings and my long list of To-Organize.  Everything around me is an excuse waiting to be grabbed and used to put off writing today.  I even feel the lull of a nap invading my mind and trying to snap my eyelids like window b...

Relish the Unexpected

I was probably two or three at the time.  I’m pretty sure it was while we lived in Indianapolis, Indiana because I don’t remember the story and those are my too-young-to-remember years.  I’ve heard people say they can remember stories when they were as young as two, but I am always skeptical.  We’ve heard stories told by parents and relatives and our conscious, I think, just sort of puts them into our would-be-memories bank.  I told my parents once that I remembered being...