May you always have…
…the hindsight to know where you’ve been,
…the foresight to know where you are going and
…the insight to know when you have gone too far.
Sometimes people don’t realize they’ve pushed the wrong button
and sometime they know exactly.
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Today is Day 16 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
Come see how others are slicing it up today.
According to Wiki: The Ides of March is a day on the Roman calendar that corresponds to the 15th of March. It was marked by several religious observances and was notable for the Romans as a deadline for settling debts.
Friends, Romans but specifically Americans know that, with some exceptions, April 15th is Tax Day in the U.S. Tax Day is the date in which whether you owe Uncle Sam (the anthropomorphize avatar of the US government) or Uncle Sam owes money, you grin and bare/bear it and have to have your taxes filed.
I mostly remember the Ides these days because my mother was one of those people who though having received her W-2 at the end of January, would still wait until April 14th to mail in her taxes.
In elementary school most of us learn about Julius Caesar and his infamous last words when his supposed rod dog/main bro Brutus turned coat on him and just watched him get shanked on March 15th. <– Like my revisionist history? I once made a joke that Mach 15th was the 30 day warning bell. Mommy knew she had a month to get her taxes in order. My mother would have loved that Tax Day is on April 18th this year for it would have given her two more days of procrastination.
And why all of that? Because somehow a discussion on taxes came up while attending the repast of an erstwhile colleague.
Death and Taxes – get it? Get it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah – I know, bad Raivenne, bad! I’ll go bed now.
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Today is Day 15 – The Ides of March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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Rant Time:
I’m beyond sick and tired of reactionary memes and posts meant to shame how some people use their social media.
For example, seeing posts criticizing others for being upset over a celebrity’s death when there are wars going on and humanitarian crises all over the place that they should take precedence. Or a meme citing how one is annoyed with people talking about the Housewives of Wherever controversy as if in discussing what happened it somehow means they aren’t paying attention to the world around them and other far more important things going on.
Don’t like what they have to say? Scroll.
To hell with social media policing those only want to post about their family, their pets, their insignificant and significant others. Let them post cute puppies and cats and pandas and zombies and… Let them share their joys in peace. This mindset that one’s head is in the clouds if they aren’t posting relentlessly about every awful blessed thing going on in the world. That doesn’t mean they’re ignoring anything; we do not know what exists in their lives beyond their FB page. Perhaps some only want to use their social media for more lighthearted fare because they are in fact having those heavy-as-shit conversations elsewhere, with loved ones, or through messenger, or out in the real world. Let them have their joys.
Don’t like what they have to say? Scroll on.
To hell with policing those who choose to post their their hurt, their rage. Maybe it’s self care; maybe they struggle with anxiety, and curating their social media to mitigate their rage is in fact a survival mechanism. A survival mechanism which keeps them from being the example for or against gun control that’s next trending the news feed.
Don’t like what they have to say? Scroll. The. Hell. On.
My Facebook, WP blog , Instagram and Twitter pages all represent one thing and one thing only: the views of the owner of those pages – me.
So here’s a News flash: Those pages are not a democracy.
Sometimes friends/people post things that leave me scratching my head. If I don’t understand or don’t agree, I don’t spew on their page – ever. I may private message someone if I think I am the one misunderstanding something and meaningful dialog can come from it – otherwise I scroll, scroll on.
(Giving away my vintage here: I just sang those last three words in tune to The Floaters – “Float On“, but I digress…)
Seriously, Quid Pro scroll, bro.
Raivenne posts are a monarchy and I am its Empress.
If my posts impress, excellent, but I know sometimes they will depress. I know sometimes they will inflame. When that happens – and it will – if you don’t like it, then please scroll away, scroll away, scroll away.
(Anyone Enya guess what song went through my head just then? But I digress – again…)
I will be just fine – trust me.
Don’t like…
It’s my page, my posts. Think about it – that Send/Post/Publish button was not pressed by accident.
The land of Raivenne is a dictatorship and I am its ruling dick.
(Yes, I made a dick joke – a dumb one at that. Don’t let the fact that I have a vagina, lead to the falsehood that my balls aren’t bigger.)
Don’t like it? Well, you know what to do….
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Today is Day 14 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
Come see how others are slicing it up today.
It seem a number of people either in real life or here among slicers are all talking about their schedules. With St. Paddy’s Day on Saturday and a birthday celebration on Sunday, I figure I should take a look at mine.
Now, everyone who knows well enough knows – I make no promises to attend anything without consulting my calendar first. Especially after the fiasco a few years back where I did not just double, but triple booked myself for events within the same five-hour time frame. I am very conscientious of managing my time better now.
That being said, I realize now that I have something planned for the next seven weekends and a smattering of weekday events tossed in for good measure. Between birthday parties, a house-warming, movies, Paint Nites, concerts and art galleries and The 24 Hour Project and brunches and friends visiting and posting slices… and… and… and…
And yeah, I’m now exhausted just looking at my calendar.
And yeah, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
(See you April 7th GirlGriot!)
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Today is Day 13 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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What do you slice about on those days where absolutely nothing slice worthy happened and the clock is winding down?
You write: Absolutely nothing slice worthy happened and the clock is winding down.
Oh what a BORING day.
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Today is Day 12 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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I get an idea for a story I’m working on as I come in after one in the morning from hanging out with friends. I’m sleepy, but I want to get the idea down while the muse is hot. I hangup my outerwear and head for the computer.
I am happily typing away, occasionally closing my eyes as I try to visualize a scene while writing it down. You know –If she lifts her head up, when and why did she put her head down? – His hand is on the door, handle or knob?– things like that. I get a bit done, but I am sleepy. I convince myself to flesh out this one scene before I head for bead.
I close my eyes only for a moment to visualize the scene. When I open my eyes an hour had passed on my computer. Crap, I fell asleep, I’m clearly sleepier than I thought- fine off to bed I go.
I am in bed when I see my clock radio. It is relic from the 90s. Long before people started using their cell phones, before such things got all digitized fancy. I have to set it manually, but still works so I keep it. I look at the time wondering why it’s an hour off, then realized I hadn’t fallen asleep for an hour…
…Daylight savings had clicked in.
D’oh!
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Today is Day 11 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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Going to a friend’s place for Game Nite. Just a BYOB gathering of a few friends to chit-chat and yes, play games. Board games, card games whatever. I always try to bring a dish. Learning one of the friends attending has gone gluten free, I decide to make a spinach-artichoke dip. It’s one I’ve made before. The five ingredients are simple enough. It does not take a lot of time to make. It’s easy to transport. I can pick everything up in the morning. Perfect, right? Right!
Yeah, that’s about where this tale goes a little south. I mean seriously the recipe has five freaking ingredients, how hard is it to find one? As it turns out harder than I would have thought. What was the one thing I could not find? Artichokes.
I hit my usual market that until today has not failed me. None what-so-ever. I expect not to find it fresh. I understand is not something consumed a lot of in that market, but they usually have it canned or in a jar. Nix. Fine, I get everything else I need and make my way to market number two a few blocks away. Nein. I had not brought my shopping cart because knew I could carry everything back in one trip. As I headed for a third market, my fingers and my knees are beginning to feel it. Nyet. Three strikes and you’re out right? Not quite.
Must be something comforting about the number three. People always give up after three.
– Sherlock Holmes / BBC’s “Sherlock”
So, I take a cue from “Sherlock” and try a fourth market. Nada.
What the…?!
Has my entire neighborhood given up on the vegetable in any form, or had the last emergency shopping from the last snow storm depleted all the markets in an eight block radius?
Seriously, it’s call a spinach-artichoke dip. I kind of need it?
And because I’m stubborn, now an hour from when I first started this trek, fingers, knees and back making their unhappiness known, I try a fifth.
Nix. Nein. Nyet. Nada. Nope!
I’m NOT getting on a bus and officially throw in the towel.
It’s going to be my spinach dip. They’ll love it!
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Today is Day 10 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
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When I told someone I need to chill this is not exactly what I meant…
…Though it is very representative of my mood right now.
Frosted over, but trying to push through the madness. I seriously chose the wrong year to give up coffee for Lent.
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Today is Day 8 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
Let’s how other are slicing and hopefully doing a better job of chilling out today…
Mr. Sandman has chased Ms. Insomnia around the mulberry bush for three days. I may have slept a total of ten hours twixt these three days.
Maybe it’s all the snow that has fallen on my fair city these past few hours, I don’t know. When Insomnia stopped to take a gander at the pristine snowy city streets Sandman finally caught up to the elusive chick. They are battling still, but I feel she’s losing this round – rapidly and I couldn’t be happier.
My head feels like the marionette string has been cut, I can barely keep my head up. The result being one yawn filled slice before the hay hits me <— not a typo.
G’nite y’all.
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Today is Day 7 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
I write. I write documentation at work. I write creatively every where else I can. For instance this is me, during my cruise working on a story while waiting to dock.
In the Broadway show “Hamilton: An American Musical”, at the end of Act I there’s a number called Non Stop in which the friends and family of Alexander Hamilton both praise and bemoan the prolific wordsmith.
“How do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write ev’ry second you’re alive?
Ev’ry second you’re alive? Ev’ry second you’re alive?”
This is me to a smaller degree, but not by much depending on who you ask.
If I have an idea I write or at least try to write a note to myself to revisit an idea later. Trains. Boats. Planes. At a bar. In the middle of a party wherever I am.
However the downside of that is on occasions like today, where I find myself writing so much about the whole fruit, I forget I need to be writing about – you guessed it – the slice.
So for the second day -er- night in a row. I skate in just under the midnight hour.
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Today is Day 6 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
Raivenne-lations 