If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
Give credit where credit is due
Look into an animal’s eyes
If you don’t see a sentient being
You’re doing it wrong
They understand all
Yet speak none
Could you do the same
All-knowing, all-wise, all-powerful
Stupid
human?
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
Wow. Easy prompt. OK, bye. See you guys later.
Just kidding.
(“Amie) What you want to do?”
It’s the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about this prompt. Often, I sing my thoughts. I also randomly sing lyrics all day long, and wonder why I can remember obscure things such as song lyrics from 40 years ago, but not where I put a paperclip five minutes prior. But I digress.
The name Amy means “beloved” in Latin. It’s an old name. It also has French origins. The spelling differs greatly, the meaning remains quite the same. The spelling of my name was given to me for a specific purpose: ease of learning how to spell my first name. And it worked. As I’ve gotten older, my handwriting has gotten sloppier, and now I can sign my signature in .3 seconds. It looks like I’ve gone to the school where doctors learn how to sign their signatures.
Researching this topic, I found what are apparently the top 20 songs with the name Amy in them. I find this claim a bit dubious. I only know two of these songs, and the song that I know quite well doesn’t appear on the list.
Maybe some of you have heard of the song by Pure Prairie League called “Amie.” It’s not heard on the radio very often, but sometimes it airs in the grocery store, and I start dancing and singing and proclaiming, “This is my jam!” in the middle of aisle six.
Amie
I can see why you think you belong to me
I never tried to make you think, or let you see one thing for yourself
But now you’re off with someone else and I’m alone
You see I thought that I might keep you for my ownAmie what you want to do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer if I doDon’t you think the time is right for us to find
All the things we thought weren’t proper could be right in time
And can you see
Which way we should turn together or alone
I can never see what’s right or what is wrong
(will it take to long to see)Amie what you want to do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer if I doWell now
Amie what you want to do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer if I doNow it’s come to what you want you’ve had your way
And all the things you thought before just faded into gray
And can you see
That I don’t know if it’s you or if it’s me
If it’s one of us I’m sure we’ll both will see
Won’t you look at me and tell meAmie what you want to do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer
Longer if I doYeah now
Amie what you want to do?
I think I could stay with you
For a while, maybe longer if I doFallin’ in and out of love with you
Fallin’ in and out of love with you
Don’t know what I’m gonna do, I’d keep
Fallin’ in and out of love
With youSource: LyricFind
Songwriters: Craig Lee Fuller
Amie (Remastered 1988) lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
And here is the list of the top 20 songs with the name Amy in them. Admittedly, “Amy, Amy, Amy,” by Amy Winehouse is also my jam, but this song is never heard on the radio, so my interpretive dance, and quality* singing are relegated to the confines of my home. Which is a good thing for society.
(*quality is in the eye of the off–key beholder)
I have not listened to all of these songs. Anyone who listens to them, please leave in the comments your favorite. Or if you’ve even heard of any of these songs, please let me know. If you know the song by Pure Prairie League, let me know if you like it or not.
I wish everyone a beloved day.
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What’s your dream job?
This prompt has been posed to us before somewhat differently. Read my response here.
As for today’s prompt, which is slightly more specific than the previous prompt I answered, I’ll give an example rather than explain it.
Below, you will find a post I made on another social media website 13 years ago. On the face of it, it’s describing a mundane process, but the undercurrents are where the tale is being told. It’s the sum of the parts, not the whole. My dream job is the sum of the parts. The processes that go into making the final creative product: the whole. Creativity, as a whole. The pieces play a role.
Door closed, cats out of room, ear plugs in. Fingers perched on keyboard, itching with the question of where to start.
Writing a compelling cover letter is like writing the story of You. You must know your audience, read the job description to determine style, sense of humor, what the position asks of you, and how YOU can be what they want.
You write a cover letter to get an interview. You sell yourself as a brand to achieve that end. Will there be some fiction? Maybe. It’s best called “embellishing the truth,” though.
I write letters that get attention. Always have. That’s because I know it’s a skill that must be developed, it’s a story that must be told, it’s a tiny little book that needs to grab its intended viewer’s attention immediately. You don’t have much time; choose each word with care. There are hundreds, sometimes thousands of other people trying to get the same job – you must stand out.
So. I’ve finished this cover letter, and will read and re-write it until it states exactly what it needs to in order to get me an interview.
The interview is Part 2 of the selling of You. But more on that later…
Thanks for stopping by. Before you go, if you missed it, part two of Susie’s origin story has been posted. Read it here.
If you haven’t read Part One, start here and come back to Part Two.
I can’t remember the exact details, as it was 2008, but I know my mom and I were running around like an expectant parent and grandparent, trying to get the cat in the birthing box, supply her with food and water, along with a litter box. We were feeling excitement about the impending babies. Mama Kitty stared at us with confusion and probably a touch of wondering about our sanity.
My mom had seen cats and dogs give birth before, but I had not. I’ve had cats and dogs all my life, but they’ve never come to me quite in this way: right off the press. Four for the (free) price of one.
While Mama Kitty was laboring in her nest, we kept checking every twenty minutes or so – no kittens. My mom became a little concerned by an hour in and no kittens, but she wasn’t panic level yet. By three hours, she told me there was something wrong, and if she didn’t have the kittens in the next ten minutes, we’d need to get a laboring cat into the car at 9pm-ish, and take her to the emergency vet. You can imagine the prospect. Logistically and financially, we were not prepared.
We looked in the room one final time, and…there were kittens in the nest! Three, in fact. The one holding up the conga line was Bubba, a big-headed gray kitten who was the one doing the somersaults and taking up the most room in Mama Kitty’s belly. Next to be born was Rafa, a solid black spicy boy. Finally, Susie was born. She was smaller than her brothers and she was a brown tabby.
You might be wondering how they acquired their names. I named Bubba, as he just looked like, well, a Bubba. He held the whole process up, didn’t seem to know that, and was a scarf around his mother’s neck for at least a month. Rafa was named after Rafa (obviously). I was going to name Susie “Tiger Lily,” but my mom was having none of it. “You named all of the other cats, I want to name her.” So, her name became Susie – except that it really isn’t. Her name is “Thuthie,” which is how I pronounced my baby doll’s name when I was two years old.
For several weeks, we left the little family to bond and came in only to check water, food and litter status. I’d often find Bubba as a scarf around his mother’s neck – perhaps her favorite accessory. Mama Kitty was a great mom to all of the kittens. When she was able to leave them for a time, she would escape the nursery for some attention from the humans. She knew when to return to her babies, though, and so she would.
The kittens grew fast, and soon became menaces – in a mostly good way. We’ll explore how Bubba lived up to his name, how Rafa meant Serious Business while eating, and how orange poo got all over the nursery floor, bedding and walls, which caused this panicky human parent to frantically call the vet.
Join me for Part Three: The Kittens Take Over. Coming soon…
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What makes a good leader?
You could also choose stainless steel. Plastic is obviously a no-no. My liter of choice is glass.
Yes, I know I have played with words. Blahganuary continues.
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
I have nothing for this prompt, other than to say, please be careful in every single moment. Take nothing for granted. Please watch yourself on snow and ice. A friend of mine let me know this morning that a loved one of hers suffered a fatal fall while shoveling snow this week. He had just celebrated a birthday. Please be careful.
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
Text me when you get there. Do you want some food? Do you need anything? Hurry, come in, it’s cold outside. Are you hungry? Do you need a hug? I saw this and thought of you. I knew that would make you laugh. Be careful, people drive like maniacs.
I’ve been outside three times today
Clearing off the car
Shoveling the driveway
Putting down the salt
I’ve used up all my gloves
I don’t like mittens
My hands get cold
They’re all that’s left in the closet
The only thing that is dry
I told the closet I miss my mother
This, the first big snow
Without you
As I mindlessly grabbed your mittens
I wiggled my fingers in
These were your favorite pair
I felt the outlines of your hands
They had worn down the fleece
I can feel where you touched
the ghost shape of your fingers
Different from mine
But still half of me
I miss my mother
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Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
First of all, we need to start with the snow. Declutter it in its entirety.
What is your favorite animal?
I’m beginning to think WordPress doesn’t pay attention to my posts. Or the opposite: is spying on me.
Read Susie’s origin story, part one here.
I posted an update about Susie‘s origin story, part two yesterday, which you can read here.
Please feel free to peruse my blog for other cat themed stories. You’ll find several.
So, yeah, it’s cats. Thanks for paying attention WordPress. *sarcasm font*
“It's Amy,” I said. 