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Random Song-for-the-Day: “Running on Ice” – Billy Joel

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The (Only) 5 Fears We All Share…
Who - me? Scared?!

Who – me? Scared?!

Psychology Today posted a really interesting article that crunched all our phobias down into five big fears that all of us share.

According to this article, you may not have arachnophobia – maybe you’re even amused at another person’s fear of spiders – but if the thought of being eaten by a bear keeps you from hiking in the woods when you would otherwise really enjoy a hike in the woods, then, deep down, you actually share a common fear (the fear of mutilation, believe it or not) with that guy you’re laughing at.

So, quit laughing already.

I’ve been trying off and on to make a living as a writer in one manner or another since I was a teenager. It has never failed that at some point in every one of my journeys (“This time I’m going to do it. This time, I’m not going to quit.”), someone or something has always stopped me in my tracks.
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Did I Need to Know This?

The first use of the word “computer” was recorded in 1613 in a book called “The yong mans gleanings” by English writer Richard Braithwait. “I have read the truest computer of Times, and the best Arithmetician that ever breathed, and he reduceth thy dayes into a short number.”

It referred to a person who carried out calculations, or computations, and the word continued with the same meaning until the middle of the 20th century. From the end of the 19th century the word began to take on its more familiar meaning, a machine that carries out computations.[3]

via Computer – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Random Song-for-the-Day: “Big Bad Love” – Alanis Morissette

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Death of a Yoga Mat
Murdered Yoga Mat

Alas, poor Yoga Mat, I Didn’t Know You Well Enough
Taken September 15, 2014 with Samsung Galaxy S3

I didn’t know you well… but truth be told, that’s my own fault; why do I mourn you now?

When I saw you in the store, I fell in love – or thought I did. You were extra long – I had been stubborn about the length of my new beau… I don’t like my toes touching hardwood during Downward Dog. I don’t care what you’ve heard – size matters; it really does. You, Darling, were more than long enough. Don’t let anyone tell you different.

And you were orange! The happiest of the happy colours! That may even have been the real deciding factor in the purchase of you. Orange. I had to have you.

I had all the best intentions for a long and intimate relationship when I brought you home to live with me, I really did. Those first few days were good weren’t they?
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How to Piss Your Father Off from 250 Miles Away…
Matt-Falls-2006

This was my Dad in a good mood…

He really was a good guy – you just didn’t want to piss him off. I was an expert at pissing him off, whether I meant to or not. If there was a way to screw things up, and piss my dad off, I would manage it.

Before Kyla was born, her dad and I would go down to Teeny-Tiny Town for Christmas every year. He had two kids from his first marriage, so that made arrangements difficult. Worse, I worked in retail – in a mall – and I had two days to celebrate in: Christmas Day and Boxing Day. And those poor kids had a lot of places to be.

Our Christmas routine tended to look like this:
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Mirror, Mirror on the Floor…
21 Years of Bad Luck

I May Be Looking at 21 Years of Bad Luck…
Photoshop © Les Becker, 2014

I broke my “fat” mirror. I call it my “fat” mirror because the mirror was warped, but it was warped in all the right places. This was the mirror that added weight to me. It added curves to my straight-and-narrow frame. It made me look fatter, in other words, and that was good for my own sense of body image.
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Stories Beat a Movie Every Time…
Ice Cream

Wrong Era… Wrong Ice Cream… but Hey – It’s ICE CREAM!
Photo © Kyla Becker, 2012

Sunday Dinner-and-a-Movie at Ruby’s last night was disrupted, interrupted and kerfluffled – but in the most fun possible way…

It was my turn to cook. I made a rather passable broccoli and cheese stuffed meatloaf, served up with home-grown potatoes (that I growed my own self!) and a can of corn – I don’t grow corn, canned or otherwise.
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