Bluebirds and Birch trees

 It seems September is the preparatory month for a lot of things. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Inktober, Nanowrimo...  Yes, it would seem that even all the way back here in the grand ol' month of September (known to me now as either second August or first October depending on the weather) we've got people prepping for all these things that are coming up–and I'm one of them!  Halloween: yeah I kinda like to prep for this early, because ooooooh boy do I love making costumes and dressing up! That's about it, I don't always have a ton of fun trick-or-treating, but the costumes are by far my favorite part. Doubly so if I get to dress up with friends and we don't even do that much, we just kinda hang out while going down one or two streets and that's it.  Thanksgiving: I bet you that some people are already planning their Thanksgiving plans. (I am not one of them, but I bet they're out there. *not-quite-ominous music plays*)  Inktober: The newly released an

 One of those odd small pleasures I have in daily life, is when the time or date end up appearing like a form of a math problem or equation.  For example, the way we write dates here in the U.S. month/day/year causes today to appear as 'Nine times Two equals Eighteen'.  An odd and perhaps quite small pleasure.  But I enjoy it just the same.

You know those days, when you suddenly feel like you want to redo everything in either your life or in how you live.  When the clothes in your closet don't seem quite right, or just need to be something entirely different for just a day.  Or you just aren't feeling the colors around your room anymore, and you want to completely redo it all?  Yeah.                 It's one of those days.

 Sometimes life can catch us unawares. Especially when we least expect it. And while nothing particularly major has prompted this simple realization, it had been the culmination of many different and small things.  It can be hard, when you realize that things have changed. Sometimes so slowly you don't even see once something has been completely turned around, others more quickly.  It's strange to think about, all these simple days going by one by one. So unassuming. And yet, they pass.  Each day passes whether I make something of it or not. Each day goes by and many I don't even realize. Hours slip away until I don't even realize they've done it. Until before long, it's a new day again.  When did this happen, and why? Are hours suddenly shorter or filled less somehow. I doubt that. I believe it is me who has changed. That tends to happen, especially when we least expect it.  When did I get to be this age? How come some things from years ago still seem li

 Dear Chapter 1,  Why must you be so difficult? Forgive me if that seems forward. But I really think we have a problem. Your incessant inability to say what you mean, or what would be right to say. Tendencies to dawdle and delay, no knowing what to say. Why, just right now I do believe you enjoy not having any words on your page.  Oh how you infuriate me Chapter 1! You really do. Rewrite and delete, the circle is always the same. Oh when oh WHEN will you let me say what it is that I want to say!  Chapter 1, I know you have a load of possibilities, all wrapped up into one and simple phrase. That first sentence, that first solitary strand of words that so often change the tide. Must you be so picky, with both your words and understanding.  I do have to say, that this is quite possibly the most hardest thing I've ever had to say.  Chapter 1. You are the hardest.  No offers of what should be said or how I should proceed. You have no guidance and nothing with which to build

 I think that every time my family gets sick, (it goes in a sort of round you see) this is always how the shopping list goes: Orange Juice Crackers  Honestly, it's either orange juice or ginger ale.

This short story was prompted by three things, but not all taken exactly.  What is the opposite of a kiss?   Breakfast dates.  Start with a word randomly selected from the dictionary.  -Waffle House- "I know!" He yelled. "If you'd known you wouldn't have gone in there, you idiot!" She yelled back. "Oi, guys, can you two bring it down a notch. My parents are still upstairs." Miles pleaded. Stephan, Avery and Miles along with two dogs and a cat were hanging out in the basement of Miles's parents house. Aside from it being 2 am. and the fact that they were all hyped up on soda's and pizza it had been a relatively smooth night so far. Now all Miles could think about was how the next time they all got together he was making sure he brought caffeine free drinks.  Stephan and Avery were hashing each other out in loud whispers while Miles was nodding off on the couch surrounded by his three pets.  He decided to leave them to it, they

"All textbooks should be burned." -my Mom, Jan. 30, 2017.

Hello friends! While going through my room, I came across a picture I had bought some time ago but never found a way to hang. While it's only a copy, it's a very good photocopy. Sadly, however, neither the picture itself or the frame it's been printed on has a watermark or a signature of any kind. I've never had to search for artwork online when I've had a physical copy, so I'm quite new to this. That being said, this is the painting/photocopy in question: I was hoping in the off chance that any of my readers out there would know anything about this painting, that they'd be able to help me in my search. Or, if you know any good ways of finding artists online, to maybe offer up some advice on the subject?

Grab the keys, and get in the car. We're going drivin' don't you worry, it's not far. We're gonna sing till the sun comes up, hit the green light, fill 'er on up. Get the gas and turn the key 'cause my friend, we're gonna get Slushies. Mango, pineapple, and strawberry too. I'll order Fanta, and grab a Malt too. We're gettin' slushies, and just before ten. So don't you worry my friend, we'll be back home 'fore then. I got mine, and you got yours. Drive on safe now and watch the road, our Slushies in hand and we're headin' on home. But don't you worry my friend, 'cause we'll be back before ten. An Ode to 10 o'clock Slushies©Mae Fort

Well, I for one find my friend  Rubix's  ways of tagging people quite fun, and half the time I end up doing or having or wearing one of the things she lists for the tagged people. This time, I was wearing blue and red patterned socks. Well, here be the pretty picture to go along with this nomination: Quite lovely in my opinion! And without further delay, the rules/recommended order of things. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog Write a post to show your award Give a brief story of how your blog started Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers Select 15 other bloggers for this award Comment on each blog to let them know you nominated them and link to the post you created. How I started my blog, well...  I started blogging about 6 years ago on a blog that no longer exists. Then about 5 years ago I began my second blog with a very similar intent but it didn't go for very long, then a third blog that lasted about a mo

 Things that I find fun in personalities #1: people who dress like they're going to a rave or a rock convert but love drinking tea and having charming conversations.

 Because I liked Rubix's questions, and had no idea what to blog about. So this'll be a jump start of sorts.  So let's go!  Question 1: If you could paint your entire house one color, what would it be? I would paint it cream, or pale green. Either of those two colors would suit me fine!   Question 2: Do you prefer to write on notebooks or computers? This really all depends, up until recently all of my writing was typed on the computer. As I have begun writing on paper, however, it seems to be a much more satisfactory way to get it done.   Question 3: Winter or Summer? I'll say Winter, because there's just so much that I enjoy doing during the winter months. I have to be honest, though, I don't always care for the cold weather itself.   Question 4: Favorite movie currently in theatres? Rogue One: A Star Wars Story. Hands. Down.   Question 5: If you could learn a skill overnight, what would it be? Out of any skill I could possibly think of? *rubs

 Not being able to find a satisfactory breakfast is starting to become a bit of a habitual thing. As I am endeavoring to not eat gluten for every meal, it brings breakfast options down to one thing: eggs.  But, as I am not inclined to cook for myself every morning, I am resorting to the large cache of leftover halloween candy. This morning's choice; a package of M & M's that held 18 pieces.  Ordinarily I wouldn't recommend candy to start off the day, but chocolate does go so well with coffee.  Today marks one week for NaNoWriMo. I myself have already written plenty of words, and I do hope at least some of them are good. Because, as with all first drafts, you have to have some room to maneuver.  I've been thinking again about the Book Room Challenge. I find it very interesting at the different styles at which different writers approach the challenge. Some focus on the mood or tone of the room, describing the music you'd hear, or the types of lighting, things

 Because at the moment, I have two very good reasons why I will probably never be able to live alone.  1. I can forget to drink water for several days, unless I am reminded. Which I just know will end up with me, being visited by a friend, and them asking me: Friends asks, "When was the last time you had water to drink?" To which I reply, "Yesterday with lunch, and I know that because that was Tuesday and I had an important thing I did that day." Friend will look at me very disappointed, "Mae, this is Friday."  More or less how I imagine the conversation playing out.  2. I have tendencies to open up a jar or box of snacks and carry it around with me until I am not longer hungry. Which would lead to a friend or family member showing up and asking if I ate anything healthy that day. To which, I would probably just play it off saying I had a very consistent amount of food that day. (But I'd probably still be holding the empty snack contain

 Have you ever looked at some of the things you have kept over time, and wondered, "Why do I still have that?" I ask myself that about once a day, because I have kept pretty much everything that I have ever been given. But now, I feel the weight and pressure of all these things that I have kept and are now surrounding me, that I no longer like, or wish to keep.  I've tried cleaning before but it never got me anywhere, because as with many people, cleaning usually just involves putting objects in less obvious places. Till finally, (if you're me, or are like me) you end up finding far more spiders in your room than you care to ever see. Which in my case, starts at one.  Not all spiders are bad, I do know that, but the ones that tend to show up in my house, are the kind you can be in trouble with if you get bit.  But now, I'm cleaning. I'm getting rid of, selling, and throwing away the things I no longer want and don't need to keep. Now some things, altho

 Sometimes, admitting your problems is hard, whether it's because you don't want to appear helpless in some occasions, or because admitting them would seem to acknowledge that they exist.  I am one and the same with both of those problems. But there are some instances I have learned, where admitting you have a problem, is the first step to overcoming them. Because by denying that you're struggling, can do more damage than good.  I don't like to admit that I have problems because I have pride. That pride has never gotten me anywhere worthwhile when it comes to facing my problems. I am proud because I don't want help, and don't want to appear helpless. I'm proud because I don't want to admit that there's something that could be potentially dragging me down.  I had a frightening experience the other day. I know full well that I am not as physically capable/able as many of my friends, that is one part of my problem. Because I don't want to appe

 People sometimes ask my brother and I, "How are you guys so in sync?" We usually look at each other, and just shrug. We don't consider ourselves to be "in sync" any more than other people. Though, you could say I guess that being the other's only friend for months at a time many times over through the years, you get to be very similar in some respects.  My brother apologizes when he brings home food that I can't eat because of whatever's inside it. Even though, he really doesn't need to share his food with me. (I eat some of his food anyway, we're used to just eating the same things for lunch.)  I don't see us as being in sync, so much as learning to live with similar interests. Especially when it comes to food. On multiple occasions we would be sent to the grocery store with a specified amount of money, so we'd have to agree on what to eat. So, even if we are what would be considered "in sync" I would say it came abou

 Someone that I look up to, and greatly admire, is none other than–Captain Kathryn Janeway.  For those of you that have seen and watched Star Trek: Voyager, this probably doesn't come as much of a surprise. She is truly a wonderful character, in far more ways than one.  However, I look up to Captain Janeway for one main reason. That reason being that I felt that she showed how despite the worst of circumstances may come, no matter how much you might lose, or how harsh your environment may become, you don't give in. To me, she showed an immense amount of strength in the worst of times, even through the episodes that were literally titled "Year of Hell."  But at the same time, she was able to show compassion to some that could be called her worst enemies. Such as, the Hirogen. Yet, never once giving quarter to anything that might have given them quarter over her and her crew.  Janeway was the one captain in the Star Trek universe that actually held her ground ag

 Hey everyone! So a lot of the time I hear people talk about who look up to others in history or in fiction, talking about how they have inspired them and such. Well, for the longest time I wasn't sure who it was that I looked up too exactly, especially when it came to history. I honestly am not someone who's interested a whole lot in history unless it comes to cultures, but when it comes to fictional people  my inspiration is very defined.  For the next few days I'll be posting about fictional people who have inspired me, ranging from fantasy characters to sci-fy. And maybe I'll tag some friends to challenge them to write about who has inspired them :)