Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
Random acts of kindness are not done for attention from others.
Who keeps giving the prompt question reins to Narcissus?
Chaos and Zoomies
I posted this yesterday on Instagram. Unfortunately, there’s some type of copyright on the song I used, so the video downloaded without music. I will put the link to the video below. The song is Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus, which is fitting and really added to the original video, which you can check out on my Instagram page.
WordPress is Obtuse
If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?
How many times do I have to answer this, WordPress?
Are you not listening? Ever?
The Return of Little Bit
This spicy child thinks the water trough is her own personal birdbath. She arrived with her mom (or dad) today. Parent had a short bath and left to forage for insects. Little Bit had a little bit more than a long bath. The smaller birds were getting annoyed, but what choice do they have? She is now foraging with her parent. I don’t think they have taught her yet about The Food Lady.
No Story, No Nickname
What’s the story behind your nickname?
My name has three letters and two syllables. I don’t have a nickname. The closest I can get to a nickname is Ame. (Pronounced like same or name.) My mom used to call me this, and a handful of other people.
My mom named me Amy for simplicity reasons, at least that’s what she told me. It was a choice between Amy and Michelle, and Amy would be easier to learn how to spell.
Did I just write a poem?
Stop Data Mining, WP
What are your future travel plans?
Not answering this.
I received my jump rope yesterday (shout out to swissskip.ch). I need to shorten the length because I am short. It’s not easy skipping rope when you haven’t done it since you were ten, but I will accomplish my goal.
Not In The Mood
What would you change about modern society?
I’m not answering this. I’m taking the day off. There’s not enough room to write what I would change.
Here, look at what my hibiscus are doing. When I’m stressed or upset, I go outside and look at the flowers.
Expect lots of flowers.
Blonde Hair, Don’t Care
Prior to my job instability situation, I made a hair salon appointment as a birthday present to myself. While I am technically not able to afford this, I will be starting my new job very soon and will then be able to afford it. 💇🏼♀️ It’s all good.
Raw Edible Cookie Dough
What’s your go-to comfort food?
Did you know they have edible cookie dough now? It’s true. There are no eggs in it, which makes it impossible for you to get salmonella. (But I like to live my life on the edge and I still eat raw cookie dough with eggs. I’m a rebel.) Technically, you’d have to eat the equivalent of six whole raw eggs to catch salmonella from cookie dough, and even I don’t have enough room in my stomach for that much dough. The best part of ready to eat cookie dough is you don’t have to make a batch of cookies to get it. You can bake some varieties of the new edible cookie dough, but why waste it?
Before you call me a heathen, I don’t eat it straight out of the package. I put non-fat vanilla Greek yogurt into a bowl with some frozen blueberries and strawberries, and then I had a few tiny circles of cookie dough. I need some kind of reward for eating Greek yogurt. The real inedible character in the story is the Greek yogurt, let’s be honest. 
Aside from a few tiny marble-sized cookie dough pieces in my Greek yogurt, I’ve cleaned up my diet in the past several weeks – well…as much as my budget allows. There’s a reason for that, so watch this space.
What is your favorite comfort food? 
Etc?
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
My favorite game is the game of WordPress prompt vagary.
The song Wicked Game by Chris Issac is my second choice.
While I’m here, please watch this space for a new undertaking of mine. My last day with the agency is today, and I start my new job in the upcoming days. I have not had time nor inclination to write much, write well, or write at all. While I have not been motivated to write, I have been motivated to enjoy what is happening outside. I have even gotten back on the treadmill, which has for several years been a ghost town.
It’s been a time of tremendous change since March, most of which I didn’t ask for, but that’s life. We move on and we continue to move forward. Sometimes moving forward hangs a quick right, and we recalibrate. I hope you all will continue to give me grace as I navigate The New. Thanks, everyone.
“It's Amy,” I said. 