Blogtober #29: A Few Things…

…that I know to be true.

1. The last few minutes of Law and Order are the most explosive.

2. I’ll fall in love someday…even though hope is sitting in the corner, exhausted, bored, and yawning…

3. You’ll always get the Oxford comma from me. Always, always, and always.

4. I’ll end up living in a cottage in a quaint village in Britain. Claiming it.

5. This cottage will require a typewriter. Because: cottage.

6. Vintage travel ads will always bring a smile to my face. (I have a whole board dedicated to said ads on my Pinterest page. Take a gander; link is at the top of the page.)

Bon Thursday. Friday awaits us…

Blogtober #24: Le Struggle.

It’s the constant back and forth: shall I keep growing out my hair? Or shall I chop it off (again)? Well, you’re going to help me make that decision, dear reader. There’s a poll after the photos below. Choose accordingly, won’t you?

Looking forward to seeing these results…

Bon Saturday, dear reader.

Blogtober #16: How it started/How It’s Going.

Started on the left, Going on the right

This is the latest trend I’ve been seeing on social media, the how it started and how it’s going challenge. I don’t do the trend thing, by and large, but this one I like. Seeing your growth, seeing your changes. I’m all about that self-assessment life.

Your Square Peg was about 8 years old on the left. Newly arrived to the US, about to start school, grinning for her Dad’s camera. On the right, still here, missing Dad but hopeful for the future, still grinning. I’ve come a long way. Happy to be here.

Bon Friyay.

Blogtober #14: How Do you Sleep?

Photo by Ketut Subiyanto on Pexels.com

I sleep with the television on. Yeah.

So ever since I was a wee Square Peg, the quiet of night didn’t sit well with me. I couldn’t take it. Being a light sleeper since childhood, I can hear everything. Everything. (My Dad worked at night and loved to point out that he knew who would be waiting for him when the front door opened in the early hours of morning. Yours truly.) Unfortunately, that also includes silence. And nighttime silence has never been comfortable for me. It’s way heavier and ripe with the possibilities of my very active imagination. So, yes, I’ve always had issues with sleep; not sleeping well, not getting enough hours, so on and so yawningly forth.

Enter the television. And yep, I know it certainly doesn’t help with rest and incites the movement of my mind when I should be dreaming. But I need the white noise, y’all. Or episodes of Chopped, at least. I’ve tried the sleep sounds with falling rain and thunder and all that and…didn’t work. But what works? The TV. Utterly bizarre.

How do you sleep?

Blogtober #13: Do Your Thing.

Since returning to my natural texture almost eight years ago (naturalversary is in December yay), I’ve had many, many, many hairstyles. Natural hair opened an experimentation door for me, undoubtedly; from varying lengths to color changes to everything in between, I managed to diffuse any boredom with styling and not shock my mother too much with my changes. All that said: I made a ‘lil natural hair compilation video: from 2012-2020. Music: Do Your Thing, ‘*NSYNC.

Bon Tuesday.

Blogtober #7: 14 Facts About Me. (that I haven’t already shared yet. I think.)

A mouthful of a title, no? But let’s go over fourteen facts about yours truly that I likely haven’t discussed on TSP. I should say that I don’t tell y’all everything, because the Internet, but these are fun and/or interesting factoids (to me, anyway) that I don’t mind sharing.

1. Naturalistas will know what this is referring to, but I don’t hair-type my strands. I have about three different textures on this head so I’d be three different hair types, for one, and two: I don’t see the point of categorizing my hair. Some say the hair types help determine what products to use but look: the hair journey is allll about finding the right products. Being 3A, 5Z, whatevs won’t change that. (And some folks assign a level of “difficulty” based on the hair type. I don’t care for that. All hair is good hair. Work with what ya got.)

2. Needles. But for why? The fear is real.

3. My kingdom for a bagel. I first experienced true bagels in New York City when I was a young TSP, and nothing will ever live up to NYC bagels, but there are close seconds. A longtime favorite.

4. She doesn’t know how to roller skate, ice skate, or ride a bike. Perhaps my parents knew that I would rally against the loss of being on solid ground. I love solid ground.

5. I speak in my characters’ voices when I’m writing a story. Helps craft them better. Plus it’s fun.

6. I will forever associate Harrison Ford with Han Solo and Indiana Jones, and for those reasons, I’m prepared to love him forever.

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7. Ocean life is so creepy to me. It just is. 😳

8. I watch reruns of Law and Order every single day. This is not an exaggeration. (The original, not SVU or CI.)

9. My obsession with ice cream sandwiches culminated when, in the 8th grade, my banker told me that I owed her $14 (14 shows up again) for borrowing the money to buy said sandwiches during lunch. I sadly informed her that my 13 year-old self had no money. What a moment. She dismissed the fee. *exhale*

10. Favorite superhero is Superman. I mean, can you blame me? (Christopher Reeve and Henry Cavill, in case you’re wondering.)

11. I once got locked in a restaurant bathroom. The door got stuck and I couldn’t get out. My sis and her friend had to jimmy the door. There may have been screaming.

12. Pinterest is literally serotonin for me, if you haven’t noticed. I adore pinning. I think the combination of bulletin boards and lovely inspo is what does it for me. Smiles galore.

13. I had to Google what “lol” meant when it became a popular abbreviation. I verbed (not a word) it at first. “Why are people lol-ing?”

14. Oxford comma? Yes, yes, and yes. (See what I did there?)

Thanks for stopping by Fun Fact-ville.

Autumn Promises (#4)

Dear Autumn,

This morning, as I took my daily walk, I was immediately transfixed by the cool breezes awaiting me. With the bipolarity of the atmosphere here in Texas, I stopped short of fully declaring that it was finally fall, finally you (especially since it will be 90 degrees tomorrow, goodness), but I embraced your autumnal morning for what it was and walked happily in it. So, thank you for that. Of course, I then was reminded of the promises I tend to make during this time of year (past promises are here, here, and here), so let’s go over a few.

I promise not to allow 2020 to dim my wonder of welcoming another autumn. This year royally stinks, but it’s still fall, my absolute favorite season, and you’re worth seeing as you are and not through the lenses of this very disappointing year.

I promise to drown in vanilla-flavored chais and delicious carbohydrates without feeling one ounce of guilt and imagining the bursting into flames of my overused check card.

I promise to seriously consider participating in Blogtober this year. (We’ll see; it’s been a long year and it’s only been nine months. Le sigh.)

I promise to do some creative writing. It’s been a while. (Le sigh #2.)

I promise to officially announce that I got a promotion at the j-o-b! This is the official announcement. I’ll discuss further in another post but 1,000 yays for entering autumn with this personal and professional milestone.

I promise to…well, it’s not easy to hope. I’ll try.

I promise to not spend every day looking like a bum. Honestly, other than dressing up for my weekly Zoom worship meetings, I’ve been walking around this house like a lunatic.

Are you nursing any autumnal goals? Please share.