Rivers

Here I am, browsing the internet, not really looking at anything particular. Suddenly, there is an article about why rivers aren’t straight. This could be interesting. Now I know. The answer is cool, and actually pretty simple. Join me in learning this awesomeness. 🙂

http://www.upworthy.com/why-arent-all-rivers-straight-the-answer-is-kind-of-mind-blowing?c=ufb1

Ketchup vs. Catsup

So, in munching on my fries at dinner this evening, I was pondering. I had ketchup to dip my fries in. But what’s the difference between ketchup and catsup? And it’s a seriously weird word either way, so where did it come from? I decided that I must know, and so I did a little research. (Only a little, mind you. I’m lazy.)

Ketchup and catsup are different spellings of the same thing. Ketchup has pretty much become the standard spelling, although obviously catsup still pops up once in a while. It’s a modern, American variation of a European version of an Asian sauce. There is some debate about which sauce, but generally accepted to be a sauce based on brined or pickled fish or shellfish, herbs and spices.

See, told you this was a weird word. For a slightly more detailed article about the history, see my friends over at Mental Floss:  http://mentalfloss.com/article/29649/whats-difference-between-ketchup-and-catsup

Or this link at Diffen, where you can compare anything:  http://www.diffen.com/difference/Catsup_vs_Ketchup

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Really, it is. Quite chilly. Also currently raining, which I’m loving. But for fun, enjoy this video. Great duet, cute music video. And it’s been stuck in my head all day, so now I am sharing it with you. 🙂

http://www.popsugar.com/entertainment/Idina-Menzel-Michael-Buble-Baby-Cold-Outside-Video-36125693

Work day

Ever work with one of those people? The ones that you know have their hearts in the right place? They really mean well in everything they do. And meanwhile, you’re thinking “Oh my god, kill me now. Will you stop being such an idiot?!?!?”

I work with one. All day, five days a week. She’s a lovely person. But she drives me nuts. Too focused on one aspect of our job, to the point that she completely and utterly neglects the rest of it. Which means I pick up the slack. Want to know the worst part? Everyone we work with knows this. They all know that I do the work, and she does practically nothing. And their response? “We’ve tried for years. She’s just that way.”

Seriously? It’s okay for her to slack off because that’s her personality? What a load of crap. But she’s really good at one aspect of our job, so she stays. And everyone who has to work with her is stuck with the rest of it. Granted, I’m something of an overachiever, so some days I appreciate the challenge. But I really shouldn’t be expected to pick up her slack.  And I am expected to. If I don’t pick up her slack, I’m the one who gets in trouble, not her. She should be expected to contribute.

Is it terrible of me to contemplate her upcoming retirement age and pray that she decides to actually retire? Because getting assigned to a different partner is a long and arduous process that might not net me better results.

There. That’s my rant for the day. We should all be allowed some room, but we should also all be expected to uphold our end of the deal. And that is all.

Craft Fair

Today I was a vendor at a craft fair, for the first time ever. It was a small affair, hosted in a home, with seven vendors in all. A little crowded, to be sure, but well set up. Small tables, all with white tablecloths, one with snacks and goodies to share with guests.Plenty of room to walk. It was a lighthearted, relaxed event.

Never would have known that if you’d asked me as recently as last night. I was so freaked out about whether I had forgotten anything, and if I would have enough sizes and styles of jewelry (I have plenty), and how I would arrange them, and were my prices reasonable… I went on for days, actually, stressing about it. It was exhausting, but it paid off. When I showed up this morning to set up, I knew exactly what I had, knew I had checked everything off my list in one way or another, and knew that even if I sold nothing, I get to give myself credit for showing up.

I was not outrageously successful, but I did sell several pieces of jewelry and generate some interest in custom work. Therefore, still successful. It was wonderful to see the creative works that others brought to share, and very gratifying to have my own work admired and purchased. And tomorrow, I will do it again, with even less stress. It sounds like a good plan to me.

One more step

Take a step.

Just one.

Doesn’t matter how big or small,

whether you move left or right, forward

or even back.

Take a step.

For the love of all that is holy, don’t stand still.

When we don’t move, we stagnate, suffocate

…fade.

Don’t fade away.

Move.

One more step.

Every day.

Monday

Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day.

Mostly, I just don’t like Mondays. They’re never good days for me. Even when I worked retail and had Monday off, it still wasn’t a good day. It’s just…blah. Seems like everything bad happens on Monday.

Today, nothing especially bad happened. But I’m worn out, and stressed. So it seemed like everything was bad. It’s exhausting. Here’s to hoping that tomorrow is a better day, for all of us.

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