Random Thoughts

Sometimes I get more thoughts in my head than I can actually “hear” at once.  This is a sample of yesterday’s montage…

Fire engines do not bother my dog – unless they use the horn.  Then he freaks out.  This is not good when he’s in the middle of a potty break.

It’s not normal for the inside of one’s head to sound like the dog’s squeaky toy.

Who knew Froot Loops were a substitute for sidewalk chalk?

Does writing my blog count as writing if I’m doing it to procrastinate writing my book?

Pinterest doesn’t exactly work well for writing blogs.  I tried to pin a banner (good art) but it wouldn’t take.  I guess I’ll have to find another way to “pin” my favorite blogs.

Formatting for submission to a journal is scary – for no good reason.

And… the best is courtesy of my husband: The truth is like a good workout. Sure, it hurts, but you feel better looking in the mirror. (Just to be clear, except in specific cases, the truth will NOT make people look at your butt differently.)

Summer

Guess what?  Today is the last day of school.

I remember the school year taking approximately 1.8 eons when I was a kid.  Turns out, I was just really bored, because it takes about 1.7 seconds as an adult.

The consequence of summer break is that I am not going to be able to post nearly as often or regularly

What’s that?  I’ve been totally irregular <snicker> lately anyway?  Guess you’re right.

Perspective

I’ve been thinking a lot about perspective lately.

You may have noticed that last week I missed my Monday AND Friday posts (oops!).  It might seem like I’m phasing out or something, but from my perspective, I was struggling to function with sinus-induced exhaustion and a few minor catastrophes.

In books & movies, the “bad guy” often doesn’t view him/herself as bad… even if it’s glaringly obvious to everyone else.

The different reality presented by different perspectives can be the crux of a story – I’ve noticed this a lot in romance movies and books (often I’m pulling my hair wishing the characters would just sit and talk frankly to each other and then it would be obvious that the “other girl” is his sister and “that guy” is her gay cousin).

On Volunteering – or Not

I’m in a musing kind of mood lately, so here’s some more of it.

I was in a PTA meeting the other day when some people, who admittedly do most of the leg work for pretty much everything, were mentioning how it gets frustrating that more people don’t volunteer.  This brought flashbacks of my Home Owner’s Association meetings where similar comments have been made.

So, why don’t people volunteer (or why does it seem that way)?