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M is for Momentum (in memorandum)

Today is the last day of the A to Z challenge. I can honesty say I did not meet the challenge; or I can say I met the challenge and forgot its name the next time it came around even though I felt like it was on the tip of my tongue. And it's not like I'm going to get much written today. Here's my view:

Sure, it's inspiring. But the sound of the waves is also relaxing, especially after the wonderful brunch I just had. I'm at the tail end of a very nice vacation. My husband is practicing his guitar for his gig tonight. If you are going to be in a band, why not get a gig or two at the beach? I'm happy to tag along, of course. In a few days, we'll be back home, working the day jobs, and our week as touring musician and wife will be a memory. My birthday is Wednesday, and this has been a perfect celebration, as well as a reminder to enjoy every moment. 
So I'm not going to beat myself up for losing this challenge. Tomorrow is another day. Another M word, Memoi…

L is for List

Staying with the 15-minute time limit, here's a list. What kind of list do you think of when you think of a list? Well, here's a list of them: 

Grocery listShopping List (same thing, maybe, maybe you are shopping for something else.)Laundry List (I don't know why this is a thing, but it is.)Bucket list (yup)List of excusesList of sexual positions (see Kama Sutra)List of sexual partners (see Anna Feris in "What's your number?" On the other hand, no. It's kind of a sad movie disguised as a comedy.)List of medications (and this includes vitamins. Apparently, that matters now.)To-do listDo it later listGoal listNever gonna happen list (sometimes you gotta let it go)Wedding invitation listAvailable divorce lawyer listShit listParty invitation listList of fine winesList of good beersList of hangover remediesList of TV showsList of booksPacking listList of things to pack (different than a packing list, since this is what I need to pack for a trip, not what the co…

K is for Keurig

Before I moved to Texas,  I had given away my coffee maker. I wasn't drinking much coffee at home, only a cup or two at work (the beans were freshly ground and brewed one cup at a time--fabulous). Besides, the guy I was going to be moving in with (my now husband) wasn't a coffee drinker, and all I had was an old, 8-cup coffee maker. I needed to get rid of many things (read: I didn't want to pack all the things). 

The coffee maker made a new home with somebody I found on Craigslist (I was a big fan of the site, having met my new-boyfriend-now-husband there, and then posting an ad my man created on there that ended up helping to sell my condo so I could move). The post had read that the man was down on his luck and he needed some things, including a bed, for his 10-year old son who was coming to live with him. I had to get rid of a bed, and a little breakfast table, and a few other things. When he stopped by to pick up the twin mattress and box-spring, I asked if he would als…

J is for Just Write

Just write. That's all you have to do for this challenge. It's as easy and as hard as that, always. I'm cramming this week' posts into one morning of typing because I couldn't "find the time" to do them all week. Yes, I know. "Excuses."

I got back from my Ren Faire trip on Monday, and made it to a previously scheduled chiropractor appointment. I had quit going to the chiropractor a while back (ha, back) because I was feeling better. I had also had physical therapy, so I knew the exercises I had to do to keep my back  in shape. But a few weeks ago, in a Zumba class, I twisted in an odd way (not just the standard odd way I move around in Zumba--and, I was not wearing good shoes for Zumba dance) and felt my back go all out of whack. I figured I could "shake it off" as Taylor says, and maybe even twist it back the way it's supposed to go once I shimmied in the other direction. 

Nope.


So I rested, keeping my workouts low-impact and resting…

I is for Infused-- No, wait--I is for Improv

Well, I've spent at least 5 of my 15-minute limit for blog post writing trying to think of a word for "I'. I'm thinking there may be something to the theme method to this madness. 

After thinking and googling "I" words, I thought something may come out of the word "infused" although it may be hard to explain as it is one of those "inside jokes" (see that could have been the words for today, too) that made me laugh at the time, but may leave the reader going, "huh?"

As I moved my cursor to start this post, I realized, NO! I should not talk about the infused joke, I should talk about jokes themselves. I should talk about Improv. After all, if I would have written this yesterday like I was supposed to, I would have just finished a day (a full day, if you saw the H post) at the Ren Faire, where I had a chance to see one and a half shows of my favorite Improv group (crew?) the Motley Players. 

Since I've started being on the stage i…

H is for Huzzah!

I am (attempting) to write this post on my iPad from a hotel room in Waxahachie, Texas. Today was the opening day of the Scarborough Renaissance (thanks spell check) Festival. A few girlfriends and I donned our garb (or in my case, clothing that kinda-sorta resembles peasant wear from the era) before the sun was up in order to make it to the parking lot to hear the opening canon. 
Although I have visited for the past 6 years or so, I can't say I'm getting much better at remembering the history (now, what's the story with this king again?) or knowing exactly what kind of character I'm trying to represent, if anything. I enjoy visiting the shows, like the Motely Players--a comedy improv group. I like them so much I decided to give it a shot myself when I had the chance. The bagpipes and drums from Tartanic always make me feel like I really am visiting another time.
And then there are days like today, where plans to visit the shows are thwarted by the crazy Texas weather…

G is for Glamour

Since I started with feminism in the last post, and mentioned there's still a lot of work to be done, I thought I would use my 15-minutes here to share a few thoughts on the recent Amy Schumer/Glamour dust-up. 

Let's start with the whole "being human" thing. Although in the public eye, Amy still is just a person dealing with what's thrown at her, like the rest of us. But because she's in the public eye, how she reacts to things becomes public record and "part of the conversation." 

Look, I remember reading a criticism of Naomi Wolf when she was making the rounds promoting her Beauty Myth book: it went something like this--"Why would a woman so adamant about proving that beauty standards hurt women do a volumizing hair-flip before getting on camera?" Why? Because we are human. We grow up living in the world that reinforces the need to look, act and be a certain way. It becomes almost automatic, even as we are fighting against certain parts of…

F is for Fifteen Minutes of Feminism

This is a weighty issue to take on in just a few minutes, but it's on my mind. The F word. I was introduced to feminism as a topic in college, when I discovered The Beauty Myth by Naomi Campbell and Backlash by Susan Faludi. I picked those books up for a reason. They weren't assigned reading for anything, they were just the books I came across, somehow, and they spoke to me. 

As I read, I found the words for the feelings of unfairness that had skirted my conscious for years, just on the edge of understanding-- just enough to make me feel uneasy--but without enough information to understand why. Now, even though I started to understand how an unreachable standard of beauty could hold women back or how a society as "advanced" as our own was able to justify not paying equal pay for equal work--I didn't become a strong, independent woman-- at least not in the way I imagined a woman could be, in a "perfect" world.

I've had friends who really do believe tha…

E is for Election

I just realized we are going to know who Nagan killed on The Walking Dead before we know who our next president is going to be. This is going to be a bumpy ride. I'm trying to slide this blog post in right before my bedtime, so I'm not going to get into the current state of the United States presidential race (I'd rather not have nightmares), but I do have a few moments with the letter E, and it stands for Election today, so, here goes.

I was elected Vice-President of my 6th or 7th grade class. I remember nothing about the whole thing, except maybe giving a speech and being excited about winning. There didn't seem anything to the actual position after that, however.

Middle school was a pretty confusing time for me. Like many kids, I didn't know where I fit in. I felt like I should be a good student, but some of my friends taunted me and called me a goody-goody. So, I headed out with some kids over the weekends or after school to determine just how much cheap beer …

D is for Day Off

Well, that didn't take long. According to the official Blogging from A to Z schedule, the letter D was supposed to be written yesterday. But, according to my calendar, it is now April 6. Let's examine my excuses:


Yesterday's plan: wake up early for one of my favorite yoga classes. It starts at 6:15 am. When I drive there in the darkness, I often think (if I'm awake enough to think, which, um, of course I am since I am driving), I am crazy for leaving the house to do this so early. By the end of the class, I feel so wonderful, I think, I was crazy for not wanting to do this. But yesterday, I woke up way too early to head out to class. As a matter of fact, I woke up around 3:30 am (I didn't go to bed until 11) and could not go back to sleep, until, of course, it was time to leave for the yoga class. So, Excuse #1: I needed sleep.Since I had to get ready for work, I didn't have time to sneak in my 15- minutes of writing if I wanted to leave the house with a fresh …

C is for Children (or Cats)

Many (or most, I'm not sure, I joined this last minute) participants in this blogging challenge picked themes to base their posts on. Makes sense. Gives the writer some direction. But since I just wanted to make sure to write something, anything, each day, I threw that good advice away because I wanted to be unencumbered by "rules."

Here's the thing about rules, and directions, for that matter. They keep you from doing what most would agree are stupid things. Like rambling crazily on a blog originally meant to help writers become more professional and prolific. Ah, well. Life is funny that way. 

So, my "rule" for this challenge: No theme, but stick to the 15-minute mark. This forces me to write. And, the words will come. Or not. It can be short. It's my blog. You are probably the only one reading it (thanks!). 

On my way home from the gym tonight, I was stopped at a long red light. I could see the driver in the truck behind me yelling at her (?) child. (Ch…

B is for Bliss

Follow your bliss. ~ Joseph Campbell

The first time I heard of Joseph Campbell was in my Senior Humanities class. We were watching parts of the conversation between him and Bill Moyers about The Power of Myth and the Hero's Journey. I can't tell you exactly what struck me about the whole conversation, but I remember being in awe that storytelling can reflect our real lives in such a profound way--even if the story is science fiction. I grew up enamored with Star Wars, so Mr. Campbell finding additional depth from Luke's story instantly attracted me. 
I'm a little embarrassed to admit I haven't read much of Campbell's work. Behind me is a bookshelf loaded with books, one of which is "The Hero with a Thousand Faces," but I've never made it all the way through. But I haven't donated it to my local literacy council yet, either. It's there for a reason. 
Although I haven't read his books fully, I am still inspired by his quotes, like the one a…

A is for Absent

Over a year. That's how long I've let this blog float in the cyberspace without an anchor of words. And that's what happens when you get out of practice writing your blog. You try to throw anchors into cyberspace. Surely that would cause some kind of malfunction. Who knows?

Adele's "Hello" is echoing through my mind as my 15-minute timer (the amount of time I've given myself to write this post) runs down. Like the song, I'm trying to make amends; I'm trying to decide how to explain my absence from someone I let down. Not the Blog itself. Not my reader (readers, if both my sister AND my mom had followed at some point). I must explain the absence to myself.

That's not so hard. I AM the Excuse Editor, after all. I always have a handy excuse for not following through on writing projects. Yes, I was (slowly) working on my book. Yes, in the midst of that, emotions, beliefs, and negative thoughts created the perfect storm of indecision and writer's…