I had always hated writing. One of the downsides of coming to Tumblr at first was the fact that my interactions with others were based on my written word. I was aware how it was my worst form of communication. I do much better in a social setting where I can feel the atmosphere and read body language and interact with others on a different level. Forming words to express how I feel and place them together in a sentence that flows well and you can connect with just hasn’t been my thing. I’ve known this for a long time. Whenever I’ve heard people discuss writing in the past and having that desire to write, having that desire to share their stories, needing to write a book, and all that encompasses that passion to share the written word, my reaction has been—that’s great, I love to read and always need more to read.
I had never even had the inkling of the desire to write, until the last couple of weeks. Something inside of me has been suggesting I write. My initial reaction is, are you kidding me? Have you not seen me trip over the written word, completely fall on my face day after day and you want to have a desire to write something? How about we find someone to share these stories with, who has a gift with these words on paper and let them have the glory of using their talent? Then a response rises from deeper inside of me, no this is something you need to do.
This has been on the back of my mind. When I say back of my mind, this isn’t even the back burner. This is further away than that. This is area back behind the stove where something dripped years ago that it’s even easier to forget about than the back burner, so it’s very easy to ignore right now. I’m shocked that it’s even there. Who spilled that behind the stove? Who decided to give my head this idea?
I don’t know if anything will ever come of this idea, it could just be a fleeting thought and just needs a bit of bleach, an S.O.S pad, and a little elbow grease and the fleeting thought will be no more, but a shared past truth.
Everytime Yayo comes on, my daughter and I laugh, especially at the eating nachos, cheese, guapo. I kept asking her what is gomo?
Oh, it’s go mode now that I look up the lyrics. And the song is about cocaine——thank you internet. I had figured it might have been by the discussion of bricks and blocks, but I couldn’t figure out exactly what yayo was—-because I’m obviously an old fuddy duddy that doesn’t keep up on new drug slang.
A beautiful day begins with a beautiful mindset. When you wake up, take a second to think about what a privilege it is to simply be alive and healthy. The moment you start acting like life is a blessing, I assure you it will start to feel like one.
Guess who just signed her divorce papers? Now this is the first round, now being filed in court and have to wait the 90 days until I’m officially divorced. Well, after he signs the papers.
This girl signed them and I’m happy today as well. Hope you are having a great day as well!!!!
Cleaning out my wallet. I’d say it’s time to update my pictures. This is my oldest who is going to be 15 soon. Did I say 15? Yikes!!!! The years have definitely passed. I hope you find the good in your day and let those you love know it.
This car comes up as a point of discussion. I’m not impressed by the looks of the car and ask, why would you want an ugly car?
Apparently the first one I saw was yellow and not as pretty as the above image. But it’s still not my favorite looking car. The answer to why is that it is a fast car and is sounds beautiful.
My answer to that is that you don’t ever speed! I speed more in my Hyundai Accent than you do in any of your cars. You go the speed limit everywhere you go, why do you need a fast car?
Well, I could get to the speed limit in only a second. The car goes from 0-60 in 2.8 seconds. (this is still not enough reason to me to think this car is better than some others, it’s just not as pretty as some of the others. The turn radius looks awful in this. Who knows—-I don’t know what I’m talking about—-apparently getting to the speed limit as fast as you can is a very important factor in a vehicle)
You often mention about losing followers for pictures of your boobs. What, if any, triggers you to unfollow someone?
Let’s see. I know tumblr has unfollowed more people than I have from my account and I’m awful at figuring that stuff out, so half the time I realize it if I’m passing a mutual friend and realize I haven’t seen that person around in awhile.
I finally unfollowed my ex about a year after we separated. He kept blowing up about things about me and it was just too much for me to constantly deal with, so I just decided I couldn’t handle that any more. That was a good decision made too late.
I have tried to cut my “fluff” sometimes. Which is those blogs I follow that are nothing but nature, vacation spots, or some other kind of picture only blogs. Sometimes when I get overwhelmed with how fast my dash flows and how many of the people I miss, I will unfollow.
I have unfollowed some people that I realized I had never talked to, neither of us had ever commented on each other’s blogs. I could look at their blog and not be able to tell you one thing about them or their life. I realized I really didn’t know them at all and there was no interaction between us.
I have at times unfollowed some people that have unfollowed me, but it’s been after a long time and I realized there really is no interactions between us. But I have followed plenty that have unfollowed me, just because I like their blog.
I also recently unfollowed a bit of porn. My kids were around too often when tumblr was scrolling by and they don’t even need to catch a glimpse of that. I still look, I just don’t follow.
I think this covers it pretty well. If this was a specific question and you were worried why I unfollowed you, there may be a chance tumblr did it?