daily prompt · Humor

Is That The Alarm? Ew.

Daily writing prompt
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

The first hour of my day depends on what day of the week it is. Mondays look a lot like:

I meant to do that. Once I get up off the ground, I meander with one eye open and several bruises (and maybe some broken bones) to my computer and fire it up. I contemplate Monday, and always come to this conclusion:

After I eat my gummy vitamins, I feel a little bit more awake. It’s usually at about this time that my computer has updated over the weekend and will insist on a restart after I’ve connected to the Internet and have opened all of the apps I need.

On especially chaotic Mondays, which is really all of them, sometimes my Internet will disconnect for no reason at all. And then what happens? You guessed it – another restart.

Some days it happens more than once, and I want to unalive my computer. I don’t, of course (because it’s not alive…or is it?), but I wish I could.

And that brings us to 9 AM – my second hour of work. That’s when things get a little weird and I start to get a bit hungry. I have a small lick of my laptop, and I’m ready for hour two of my day.

Happy Monday everyone!

daily prompt · Humor

Everything and Nothing

Daily writing prompt
What makes you laugh?

On a bad day, nothing is funny.

But I rarely have a day where it’s so bad that I can’t laugh at something.

Last night, I had a really bizarre dream. it was totally out there, unrelated to anything I had done all day yesterday. I remembered it this morning, which is not common for me. My mind remembered every detail. I can’t say much about this dream because it was really over the top, but I am still laughing about it, and adding my real time commentary as I think about it out loud.

I can find humor in almost anything. It’s one of my coping mechanisms, and I developed it early. It truly is a lifesaver.

Happy Fri-yay everyone.

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Been Caught Stealing

Daily writing prompt
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I don’t remember being five. My house was chaotic and traumatizing. I can only assume I didn’t want to be like my father when I grew up.

I thought of this song for this post – because of a particular lyric, and because it’s a fantastic song:

“Been Caught Stealing“

by Jane’s Addiction

I’ve been caught stealing; 
once when I was 5… 
I enjoy stealing. 
It’s just as simple as that.
Well, it’s just a simple fact. 
When I want something,
I don’t want to pay for it. 

I walk right through the door. 
Walk right through the door. 
Hey all right! If I get by, it’s mine. 
Mine all mine! 

My girl, she’s one too.
She’ll go and get her a skirt. 
Stick it under her shirt. 
She grabbed a razor for me. 
And she did it just like that. 
When she wants something,
She don’t want to pay for it. 

She walk right through the door. 
Walk right through the door.
Hey all right! If I get by, it’s mine.
Mine all mine!

We sat around the pile. 
We sat and laughed. 
We sat and laughed and
Waved it into the air! 
And we did it just like that. 
When we want something,
We don’t want to pay for it.

We walk right through the door. 
Walk right through the door. 
Hey, all right! If I get by, it’s mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…

Advice · daily prompt

How To Slow Down

Daily writing prompt
What’s something most people don’t understand?

You don’t always have to drive as fast as possible to get to a destination. Try leaving earlier instead. Keep your temper in check. Nothing is worth rage. If you die tomorrow and you were angry today, will you be angry for eternity? Maybe. I’m not willing to play those odds. If you treat others poorly, whether in business or personal endeavors, expect to be treated the same way at some point in your life/business dealings. Be a good person, help people, and get your face out of your phone. And slow down.

animals · daily prompt · Flowers · Nature photography · Photography · Summer

Summer

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite type of weather?

I live in the Northern Hemisphere, so summer will be starting in June. I live on the East Coast of the US where it gets very hot and very humid in the summer. Not so long ago, the heat and the humidity didn’t bother me. Since I’ve had this migraine diagnosis, I’ve learned migraine brain does not like heat nor humidity.

But Amy‘s brain can do whatever it likes.

The rest of Amy likes walking in the cool, soft grass with bare feet, wearing sundresses, feeling the warmth of the air and the sun on her skin, seeing the trees, lush in all their summertime greenness, smelling the warm air and hints of a storm brewing. (Her birthday is also in the summer, so maybe she is biased towards the season.) Sitting under a canopy of leaves looking for four leaf clover while sipping an iced tea or eating an ice cream bar is considered the finer things in life. Peeking out the window as it gets closer to lightning bug season, waiting for the first bioluminescent buggy butt still brings her great joy after many years. She still squeals when she sees it. Watching the bunny rabbits play late into the night when it is still light out is one of her other favorite sights. Spotting hummingbirds is at the top of the list of Exciting Events. Chasing butterflies with a phone camera is a close second, although the butterflies do not feel the same, and she thinks they even give her the side eye as they fly away. No matter. She will chase rainbows after a heavy storm and wait for the butterflies to return.

Summer Bunny just outside my front door
A Monarch who felt sorry for me and let me take a photo
Black Tiger Swallowtail
A bumblebee butt in the peony, with a large amount of pollen stuck to its leg. The wings are pixelated because they are moving too fast to be captured.

Yes, I took all of these photos. And yes, none of these creatures were happy about it. My neighbors likely believe me to be just a touch off…but it’s not my fault. They won’t stop for the camera and I have to chase them down, yelling for them to please stop and just let me take the photo.