Sunshine Blogger Award, Encore

My friend, Matt Snyder, tagged me for a Sunshine Blogger Award way back when I dropped the ball and haven’t landed a successful down since…

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Anyway, here are his questions and my answers:

    1. What is funny enough to make you laugh so hard to tears? I will laugh to tears at unexpected, humorous dialogue in movies, or at a clever joke setup in books. I believe I answered a similar question before; my response, then, was that funny exchanges with friends also crack me up.
    2. Where do you find your inspiration? Inspiration trickles in while I’m living life, much like baby spit-up suddenly trickling down my arm…
    3. Does money bring happiness? Yes. I even blogged about it. But all the money in the world cannot buy you people who honestly care about you when you’re old and dying. jordan-whitt-145327-unsplash
    4. Do you have any regrets in life? I regret my entire life. I also think I’d regret a different life, so we’ll stick with this one.
    5. Do you prefer to create in silence or are you listening to music and if you are what would be your top 3 songs? I’m big into music. I use it frequently to tune out kids and housework. If I’m only limited to 3 songs, I’d pick whatever’s stuck in my head at the time. Currently, that’s: “Riptide,” by Vance Joy, “Dance of the Knights” by Prokofiev, and “I’d Rather Burn” by Blackbriar.
    6. What is one thing about you that no one knows (of course now they‚Äôll know ūüėČ )? I do not like green eggs and ham -but I would eat them, Sam I Am.
    7. Do you blog for fun, as an outlet or for profit? If none of these than, what? Someday, I will profit from the experience of writing and connections to authors I’ve made from blogging. I will also find inner peace.
    8. Is there a particular person in your family you are or were most close to? Hm. I stay in touch with my family, so this isn’t a unique question for me. My closest family relationship is with my husband. ūüėć
    9. What is the most unique place you ever visited? Gilgal Gardens in Salt Lake City, Utah. Some people have too much money and not enough friends to advise against odd interests.

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      © Gilgal Sculpture Garden 2020

    10. If you were locked in a grocery store overnight, would the temptation to eat something be strong enough that you would break down eat something and pay for it the next day? Eat nothing? Eat something without paying? If I had not eaten, there’s no way I’d fast. Otherwise, honesty would trump hunger. If some emergent situation ended up requiring food eating, I’d pay for it the next day.
    11. If there was an opportunity to meet in person would you take it or are you more comfortable expressing the ‚Äúonline‚ÄĚ version of you via the internet? I’m totally open to meeting, unless someone seems creepy. I yam what I yam.

Check out my past awards for people to follow; plus Lisa Howeler, and Kat of The Lily Café.

I’m too tired to come up with 11 questions, so anyone who wants to can answer these three:

  1. Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?
  2. Baths or showers?
  3. What is your favorite color?

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©2020 Chelsea Owens

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Rule Thingies:

Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and link back to their blog.

‚ÄĘ Answer 11 questions the blogger asked you.

‚ÄĘ List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award in your blog post.

‚ÄĘ Nominate 11 new bloggers & their blogs. Leave a comment on their blog to let them know they received the award and ask your nominees 11 new questions.

Raw Ramblings

My mouth says I’m fine as my pain twists the tone and you hear it in the release sometimes you ask no really what’s wrong but I can only say

Nothing¬†that’s all I feel by choice empty my mind my feelings most especially my soul anything that might be there has been bled dry and I am a skin of a person fluttering in the wind of others’

Change never for me every day the same drudgery-papered walls never the front of the parade nor even the front of the convoy but always the crew walking just behind to scoop the waste of others’

Happiness a dream or conciliatory statement I say to defer inquiry but I can only be happy if you are because I am the receiver of broadcast emotions buffeting my over-sensitive antennae and I really just say I am so you’ll stop asking because

It’s easier this way you’ll leave me alone and that’s where I want to be I think and yet I do not because thinking would mean I am alive and I try and try to not be alive and thinking and feeling and

Hurting so much hurting but soon I will sleep after not sleeping because here in limbo I can handle it until I can’t but the between is best and where I can numb and look up at you and say

I’m fine.

Down-Home Marital Advice

I’ve been married to my husband for almost 16 years. Before you start adding on your fingers in order to determine my age, I’ll also tell y’all that we initially met in junior high school and began dating at 16.

Just as the term ‘high school sweethearts’ does not involve the clean romance touch of a Hallmark movie, sixteen years of marriage does not involve …well… the clean romance touch of a Hallmark movie, either.

We’ve been having a rough patch lately. I’m a bit too honest, honestly, and have brought up our roughness and subsequent marriage counseling to other women. I have yet to encounter one who does¬†not respond with, “Oh, yes! Marriage is tough. I think¬†everyone¬†ought to do counseling!”

But I’m a people watcher. I’m a people¬†reader. Other people¬†tell me they all have problems and marriage is a challenge, but other people do not¬†act the way my husband and I do.

I’m not asking to be placed in other couples’ bedrooms. I¬†am often wondering if the issues¬†we have are really the same as others’. -Because I have also had other women talk about conflicts or personality quirks with lighthearted humor.

“You know how (my husband) gets,” a neighbor told a group of us at lunch. “He’s always cranky when we travel somewhere and he has to spend money on food.” She laughed; we laughed. She and her husband have been married long enough that they are now empty-nesters. She also said, “I explained to my son that married people like us may complain and tease, but we love each other.”

My teasing comments about my husband started a recent fight because he got self-defensive and then withdrew. Then I, quite maturely, nagged at him and complained so he (naturally) got¬†more defensive and eventually said mean things to get me to go away or (as I told him) hurt me as much as I hurt him….

It all sounds rather childish typed out, but is quite devastating in the moment. Don’t worry; we’re working on it.

Our therapist says we’re not unique but I’m a doubter. Does everyone really have problems in marriage? Do you laugh it off and know you love each other anyway? Or, is couple-hood what Erma Bombeck used as the title for one of her books:¬†A Marriage Made in Heaven, or, Too Tired for an Affair?

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What a week! This was the schedule, at least according to my sneaky back-posting:
Wednesday, December 12: What is the Beat of YOUR Creation?, a short, sweet post about music and its role in creation.
Thursday, December 13: Skinwalkers, XLV
Friday, December 14: Winner of The Fifth Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest announced. Congratulations, Ruth Scribbles.
Saturday, December 15: Beginning of The (Sixth) Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest (Check it out!).
Sunday, December 16: Fractured Fairy Tales That Lost, my entries in¬†Carrot Ranch Literary Community‘s contest awhile ago.
Monday, December 17: Inspirational Quote by Matt Kahn.
Tuesday, December 18: Wilhelmina Winters, Seventy-Six,
Wednesday, December 19: This post.

I’ve been swamped with Christmas projects. I have only to make cookie plates for all the neighbors after uncovering my kitchen, then wrapping all the presents whilst the children are snuggled all¬†very tightly in their beds.

Hello, My Name Is Actually

Hi. *Shakes your hand* My name is Chelsea. I’m not too fond of it, but haven’t found a better replacement.

Sometimes I try a different name. I speak it, softly, in my mind. I reach deep within, testing whether my soul feels a long-lost connection. Do I sense recognition; a neuropathic reaction?

Always, as with my current placeholder, I feel nothing.

That may have gotten serious, and fairly quickly. Sorry about that. In most of my writing I prefer some humor. In social situations, however, I have caused a few awkward pauses, followed by, “You’re a deep thinker.”

Naturally, I reflect, “Do you not think?” No, I do not say that sort of thing aloud -most of the time.

Though motivated by authenticity, honesty, information, and openness regarding vital issues; I retain a discretionary wall when it comes to relatives, my location, and deeply personal information.

I will write openly about depression, but keep a respectful distance from family affairs.

Again, heavy stuff. I have a tendency to want a certain thorough sketch of my person at first introductions. I seek complete understanding of my character and motivations, though best attempts will never be perfect.

People categorize as they wish, read the words they wish, surround themselves with like-minded peoples, and avoid the unknown unless they actively seek it.

For these reasons, I choose to finally admit my membership in a few common categories waaaay down here.

Firstly, that I am a mother. A married mother. I have children that I birthed and I attempt to raise. Since it influences my writing and observations on the subject of parenting, I specifically have four boys.

Secondly, I am religious. I am also not religious. The two play out in desires to write more sanitary observations, while understanding and agreeing with logical scientific ideas. I’d like to say the two are happily married, making love-eyes forever across a candlelit table. The truth is closer to them being married in general, with all the real-life disagreements therein.

At this point, if you’re still reading, you will learn that I own no pets currently. I briefly had a dog. A life goal of mine was to own several dogs, perhaps on a ranch somewhere. Then, I married an anti-dog man. No, I don’t blame him or think he’s odd. Yes, dogs are stinky, expensive, difficult to train, hairy, and were too much like a permanent toddler for me at the time.

Actually, I lied somewhat. I just remembered we have a Betta fish named Toothless. He’s black with purple shading.

I want my blog to be as unlimited as my writing desires tend to be: sometimes a poem; today a life reflection; a quirky story outlining a friend’s foibles another day. That may be a tad difficult to navigate.

My ultimate goal is to be world-famous, naturally. My realistic goal is to connect with a community of writers; to appreciate others, and be appreciated in return.

This is all rather deep. Perhaps I should have stuck with the usual If you could go anywhere..? question.

Even that would have landed you with Perhaps the moon

Chelsea by a rock