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Friday Fhoughts: Folume Five

Friday Fhoughts - BlackIs this only the fifth time I’m doing this? Apparently. Seems like longer somehow. And yet, time flies by. Universe = enigma!

Hopefully, the typing will help warm me up as I’m freezing. It’s not supposed to be all early March up in May, but Mother Nature did not get that memo. Also, The People did not get the memo that it’s Friday, and Friday is a day for doing less, not more. I don’t care if you did nothing all week and need to follow up, empty your desk, answer your emails. I’m trying to relax on my first extremely unofficial weekend day (whilst at work). You’re not helping.

I shall blog, and that will help. And so, without further ado, I present:

FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME FIVE

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Daisy Digest: April 2019

Daisy Digest Logo‘Tis the last day of the month, time for a look back at the month that was.

I suppose I should have written this on the weekend, when I had my calendars handy. Alas, it’s early on Tuesday and I’m thinking, “Days… month… blur… What?”

I figure if I start typing, it’ll all come back to me (a la Celine Dion singing a song meant for Meatloaf).

April is ending. Let’s LOOK BACK with Daisy Digest.

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Friday Fhoughts: Folume Four

Friday Fhoughts - BlackI’m all, “I have stories to share. Should I do that?” Or “But my mind is all random-y, too, so should I do that?” Or BOTH?

*faints*

Smile face on the keyboard in the photo whispers, “Be the happy smiley on the keyboard. Just write!”

And so, without further ado, I present:

FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME FOUR

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Friday Fhoughts, Folume 3

Friday Fhoughts - BlackWelcome to Friday Fhoughts, Folume 3.

I randomly wrote a few things — you know, fhoughts — a few Fridays ago. Now, in its third week, it’s a thing, y’all.

Welcome to the randomness of my brain at the end of another work week (sorry, weekend workers!).

Just imagine as you read what it must be like to be in my head all. the. time.

… … …

Anyhoo, a few random Friday Fhoughts:

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Legendary

Though susceptible to emarketing, I still receive email from the Philadelphia outlet that hosts Broadway tours because if I ever set foot in New York City again, I’ll be the most surprised person out of anyone.  In these emails, I expect to see notices of other upcoming shows. What I don’t expect is hyperbole to the point that I almost spit out my drink whilst reading the screen:

Rob Lowe: Hollywood actor and screen legend.

Oh, take a seat. This is going to take a few…

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Sunday Song: A Single Sensation

I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why.

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Sunday Song: Gramm-tastic

I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why.

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Signs

When contemplating change, in addition to traditional INFJ (over)analyzing, I pay attention to the world around me, which I believe sends me signs. I don’t go looking for signs — that defeats the purpose. But if something comes my way, and I see / hear / experience it, and it makes my brain go, “Look! A SIGN!” then I take notice. I contemplate then what the sign may be trying to tell me and where it fits into the contemplating process.

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Zen and the art of nose blowing

Such a farce, a tease, a carrot on the end of a stick that was so much further away than I realized. The day I thought I turned a corner, I did — but only to get hit by a second truck I never saw coming. I was better than I had been, but not well. The true meaning of that word wouldn’t arrive in any real way for another five days (read: until today).

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