Finding Something Useful Sideways

My Samsung Phone annoys me with saving every Google Album that ever was ...

But it helped me figure out how to put a cute slideshow on my blog..

The next thing will be how to update it without messing it up.

Ha!

This took five minutes to figure out.

The how not to mess it up part should include a stopwatch...

Now if I could just get my voice thing to work like that damned slideshow, except each recording pull up an entry ..

I'm not sure if that is a 'page' thing or a 'link' deal.

But I don't care.

To the small victories.

Getting Things Done ≧ Or Not

The luxury of blogging hits at strange times, but I wish I made more time to comment on the status quo of my world... however... this video from... Madagascar 2 (which does not belong to me, so thank you DreamWorks) is almost like an excerpt from the peanut gallery in my head..



I've made it through the list of things that must be done in the world or chaos will rain upon me... I think.  I made it though my sister's wedding.  I am still standing, walking, talking and breathing.  However, all the great things I thought family connections seems a bit lackluster.  I feel like a child navigating in all those situations.  Then again, I get the notion my standards may be a bit too high.. I let those feelings pass... otherwise I will have to can the idea that I am an optimist.

So now my child is out of school.  We have gymnastics booked.  Two days a week of daycare, so I can pursue getting housework done.  Then we've also found a teacher that will combine banjo and voice lessons.. (now I must find a banjo).

Family time seems to be getting more productive and involves both husband and child.  I don't feel as lonely.

I'm still waiting on the whole figuring out how to handle family, right now, I am still comparing the idea with snake handling.

I have the problem of my missing ring down to the consensus that I have to file a police report.  Its depressing, but must be done.

Then the whole ball of wax concerning me admitting I'm a grown up... and that I may have stepped in a pile of steaming poo.  My options are limited and I'm all out of ideas when it comes to dealing with a potential douche-bag.  The pile of poo is the fact I may have to resort to calling them the douche-bag and wipe off my shoe and pretend I don't care.

But hey, if I can understand the crap sandwich theory.. the steaming pile should be no problem..

Right.  Just make sure those monkeys have those 1099 forms Faye.  It's been a lean year.

The One in Every Family

I had to call the higher pecking order family members to freak out about a cousin. She posted a half empty beer bottle in what appears to be a kid hand. I don't care whose hand it is, my family will flip.

Standard case of: stupidity in motion

I barely know the person, but boy, its hopefully not going to be more than me busting a gasket.

 

OK, so I had to read this myself and think:  people are scratching and wondering what's the big deal?

 

So I will expand upon this posting:

 

When I saw that beer bottle I had a few feelings, then horrible scenarios flash through my brain.  First:  The parent in me was pissed off and wanted to start bellowing.

Second:  The 'Holy Crap that person is family!' made me feel ashamed to know I share genetic code with them.

Third:  After recovering from shame, the fail-safe breaker was flipped:  'This idiot could hurt my Mom!' and the: "You don't Fuck with my Mom" button went off (everybody has this button)

Fourth:  Indecision of which family member to call to quietly squash the incident without collateral damage made anxiety levels climb to undiscovered heights

Fifth:  All the caring about people I barely know really pissed me off again.  I calmed myself by reasoning that this was not being a busy-body, and that honestly I only worried my Mom would suffer from this.  From there, imagination took over so motivate me into doing something. 

 

Summary  How Mom finds out/ worst case scenario (person to call decision made):

 

Someone saw the picture, and sent it to twitter.  The picture went viral.  Police were sent.  Public outrage was huge.  I find this all out by opening yahoo news.

 

Then find video of my mom cleaning up the mess and other family members being idiots slandering one another.

 

Leading to Dr. Phil deciding to lend his wisdom to the gold-diggers of my family, who jump at the chance to show IQ.

 

Terribly big imagination I have (and ego too).. but it boils down to thinking of my Mom and how much she carries on her shoulders.  I may not have a great understanding of her inner workings, but, she is so depressed and sad ... and strong .. and the thought of me not doing something seems to make me an accessory.  I felt like letting that picture stay there meant I had no family loyalty or even cared about the big picture of familial bonds.  My Mom is a staunch defender of our family and hates alcohol and what it does to families.  My mom does not have any social media pages and does not like them, so honestly, backlash would come out of nowhere.  Whether it be from distant family or the world.

 

How did this end?

 

I called my sister, who said I did the right thing, but they all took it wrong.  The cousin acted like my sister was making drama because she didn't go to the wedding.

 

I wanted to scream:  THE PICTURE WAS THE DRAMA.

 

My sister got the crap end of a stick and I volunteered to call but she said to leave it alone.

I really wish I could have called my family to defend my sister.

 

It seems terribly complicated and scary, but the imagination for motivation worked partially.  Disaster averted.  Mom safe.

 

Score another point for misunderstood daughters that love their complicated Moms.

Voice Test Run

Ok, not my funniest, but I think I'm figuring some things out....
This goes to my voice page within this blog

Researching Tools

My best medium is voice recorded.  I'm trying to find the easiest way to play my voice recordings within a blog post and why does it seem like rocket science?

Because it is a science.

SEO?

(Succubus Everyone Obeys)