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Say 3 Nice Things About Pinterest

“If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing At All”

Say 3 Nice Things About Pinterest

Sandi:        Ah, man, do I have to?
Freddy:      Inevitably.

  1. It rhymes with “interest”;
  2. They have thousands of quality images;
  3. It has a pretty red logo.

If you know me, or you think you do, you know I have a love/hate relationship with Pinterest. I can’t even look at my gorgeous red pins the same anymore (sob):

AWBM red pins

Uh, hold up … on second thought, I think I can, because I believe they are gorgeous and if you want some of your own, pop on over to my blog post #000 where I’ve placed a link so you can get your own. We’ll have a nice sit-down chat re Amazon in the near future …

M'Dear I hit the brakes

[oops … I’m jumping the gun, once I finish & post that blog post I’ll link it here …]

In the meantime, here’s a true back link to a blog post re Amazon … since I’m no longer their associate, I don’t need to include a disclosure but I will: if you purchase items from them through my link, I may receive a small commission (NOT), at no extra cost to you. Thank you for your support. 

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Freddy:      Why, pray tell, did you post a link to another blog post instead of a direct link?
Sandi:        It’s called a “back link,” Freddy. I’m trying to get in the game. You feel me?
Freddy:      Inadvertently.

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Okay, so I normally don’t ask God for signs of anything, I just ask for help and guidance, you know: “Show me the way,” as opposed to “Show me the light,” meaning, today, I received what I truly believe to be a “sign,” as to what my future holds, and it came to me without my asking for it, today.

You’re probably wondering what this has to do with Pinterest, no? Please bear with me, I’m coming to that soon. But first (Hey, Julie!), I have to tell you what happened this morning.

BTW: I love how riding a stationary bike leaves room for reflection, and how that can lead to one thing, then another and by the time my 15 minutes is up, I’d scribbled—for later transference, of course, because I like it neat & tidy—roughly 3 titles, not sure for what, but I’ve got some great titles, a few lines of blog posts or short stories, and about 3 separate free association streams of consciousness vying for my attention. I checked my personal email and saw a beautiful knitting pattern, and that pattern lead me to another, and so on, and so on ... yada, yada, yada.

You have to do something while your riding, no?

Usually I get perplexed faces from co-workers or people who work in the same office as me—trust me, there IS a difference—asking “what are you doing?” and it never crosses my mind that those looking at me are only seeing this strange movement coming from behind 2 computer monitors.  It reminds me of the time I was walking outside my office building, saw our temp secretary and said, “Hello.” She paused, looked at me, and said, “Oh, hi. I almost didn’t recognize you.”  It was my turn to look perplexed, until she explained, with her hands, I usually only see this much of you:

Wilson from Home Improvement

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Freddy:      Isn’t that Wilson, the neighbor?
Sandi:        Undoubtedly.

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Now, Where Were We?

Oh, yes … what I do on the bike. As I’m peddling and fielding questions like “What are you doing?,” “Does that work?," and “We should hook you up to something,” I let my thoughts go where they want. I don’t try to think of what I have to do in 3 hours, or how my next “something or other” will be, because that’s too much effort and I’m trying to simplify, remember? I have to truly pull back on the reins and stop adding more stuff, be it

stuff in my head
stuff in my bags or
stuff in my workplace

I need to weed out the fillers and keep just the good stuff.

Then thoughts pop up and titles flash before my eyes and I’m holding on for dear life, trying to peddle while I reach for a pen and scrap paper 10 feet to my right on my desk, to jot down the latest and greatest. I would tell Alexa to write it but that requires:

talking out loud

and when I’m at my Thoroughly Exhausting 9 to 5 (Really, 8 to 5, But Who’s Counting?) Job, I don’t like to talk that loud; however, I do talk aloud, but that’s okay, they know me here.

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Freddy:      Don’t you think we need to mention the goal?
Sandi:        Intentionally.

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What my green friend, Freddy, is referring to is our goal for Quarter 2 (Q2) of 2020: upon completion of Q1, the:

“Clean Up, Clean Out”
Tour

ending 31 March 2020, we will move directly into the next phase, Q3, starting on 1 April 2020, and most appropriately titled the:

Put Up, or Shut Up”
Saga

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Freddy:      My goodness, please describe what you mean?
Sandi:        Indomitably.

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The next phase for this new decade is to conquer my ToDo lists, and let me tell you, they definitely need taming. I’ve got duplicates upon triplicates that I know I can delete (I’m talking images alone, people), but I need to start from the top and work my way down. I’m at a point now that I’ve saved nearly everything on my phone, so I can begin to delete items and continue to sort what I leave on my phone into albums.

Yeesh, I hope I
have time
to enjoy my life
once it’s
all cleaned up!!!

So, My Job Here Is Done

If you need me, I’ll be quietly looking for a few good men to help me and my dog, Skip, who are trapped at the diner, since my best friend, who used to be footloose and fancy free is having tremors, because she’s having a baby.

Now, how’s THAT for six degrees of separation?

Scroll down if you’re curious to see what I’m talking about.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are the last 2 paragraphs, rewritten:

If you need me, I’ll be quietly “Looking For A Few Good Men” to help me and “My Dog, Skip,” who are “Trapped,” waiting “At The Diner,” for my best friend, who used to be “Footloose” and fancy free and is now having “Tremors,” ‘cause “She’s Having A Baby.”

Now, how’s THAT for "Six Degrees of Separation"?

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And if you still don’t know what I mean, let me finish my breakfast before 6:00: I’m having tea and bacon. Call me in about an hour, as Kyra opened the store, but, today, I’m “The Closer.”

Freddy:      Well said, my dear.
Sandi:        Indubitably.

 

AWBM Blog Post #031 | 05 February 2020

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