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About ramblinwoman

I call a small, Minnesota town home. I'm a lover of life and all the simple things. Currently I spend my time enjoying my 20's and everything it has to offer, the good and the bad. I have a horse that acts much more like a dog. I have an undeniable love for "junque" and repurposing the old into something new and useful. Yes, I'm Norwegian, not full blooded by any means and I can't say I know the lost art of lefse making but I do enjoy Lutefisk...the good stuff....not the jelly you buy at the local grocery store. This is my first attempt at blogging, I'm a rookie and it will certainly show. However, I thoroughly enjoy putting my thoughts into words and spinning a regular, everyday incident into something a little more entertaining. I hope you enjoy the rambling!

Not As It Used To Be

Following my last post….As promised I sat and wrapped presents. After an hour or so crunched over on my hardwood floors it hit me that uncrunching myself was a bit of a task. I realize that if my blog had an eye roll counter it would reach its high on this one. No, I’m not claiming to be “old” because even with my less than average math skills I could tell you it just wouldn’t add up. But there are a few things I’ve come to realize will most definitely not get easier in the coming years.

I’ll start with the most obvious. Sleeping on floors. No, lets make this more general. Sleeping in any position or surface that isn’t “your” bed. Let’s rewind to the glory days….say 6-8 years old. There was no wrong angle, blanket or area to lay your sleepy head. I was a contortionist as far as I was concerned. Half on the couch, half off, snuggled up with a rug using my Barbie kaboodle as a pillow. Best sleep I’ve ever had. Today….get me the highest thread count sheets, temperature controlled room, down pillow and a plush pillow top matress and maybe I’ll get some shut eye. Maybe. Okay both of those were lies but you get the idea.

Cute shoes. You know the ones I’m talking about. Black, stilleto heels with just the right height to make you wanna…..die. I realize I may have just described a stripper shoe but if you’ve seen a high heel today, it’s basically the same thing. I have this internal debate every time I set foot into a shoe store. Resonable Kelsey says, “let’s be smart, let’s get some ugly as sin loafers that ride like a Cadillac.” Irrational Kelsey is like a young, Golden Retriever in a ball pit. Drool and all. A week of trying to break in the new shoes and I’m broken. Physically uncapable of maintaining a normal, professional gate. But. They’re. So. Cute.

Shots. Fruity drinks. All the slippery, bomb shooting, Chuck Norris, Scooby Snack grossness will never become easier to drink. As you transition from party animal to civilization you know your drink preference and you’ll be sorry if you don’t stick to it. As hangovers creep from a one day duration to the dreaded two day hangover you’ll shift your gears sooner rather than later.

Dancing. By all means if you’ve got moves don’t be afraid to show it. I like seeing a couple float around the dance floor to a good two step. The kind of dancing I’m talking about is the one where you need to keep up with the times. In high school it was just the beginning of all the inappropriate dancing. Shaking our tail feathers, dropping it low to the window and to the wall was all the craze. We were the “cool” kids. Put me in a big city bar with all these “with it” people….I’m completely without it. I’ve lost “it,” I can’t find it and I have a feeling it’s not coming back…ever.

Slang. Oh the horrid slang. I’m a pretty big fan of using complete words. Maybe they’re teaching an evolved acronym or initialism class in school I’m not aware of? With all the “dis,” “dat,” and “doe” it’s hard to deny our entire population is starting to sound like a bad Norwegian accent. HA, when I put it that way maybe I like all those silly words! At the point kids start saying turdy instead of thirty, then, and only then will I be truly entertained.

I could go on and on but for your sake I won’t. With every passing year something surfaces I have yet to notice about age. Thankfully I have many more years of education ahead of me and I’m okay with that. In fact, I’m a little excited about it.

Just because it’s not as it used to be doesn’t mean its a bad thing.





Just One of Those Days…

As I sit here at my table, just finishing my bowl of soup, I realize that today is one of those days. The kind of day when you have nothing better to do than indulge in what ever it is you want. The kind of day where normal boring tasks are somewhat enjoyable as nothing is rushed or a must but rather a slow mozy around the house. Productive yet relaxing.

With the buzzing of football on the t.v. and the crackling of my fireplace it makes for a rather sentimental noise. I would usually never have “the game” on but for a person that is exceptionally wonderful to me…..I’ll make an exception. Even though him and the cat appear as though they’ve had a ruff night…both laid out snoozing away the afternoon…I think I’ll keep “the game on.” Because well….it’s one of those days.

I often write about not sweating the small stuff, not letting the negatives of life consume you. All too often I don’t take my own advice. The last couple weeks have been less than great. If you asked me why I wouldn’t have a great answer as to why other than life catches up. This is what I call a funk. While in a funk I tend to question everything it is I’m currently doing. Where I’m at in life, if I’ve made all the right choices, if I’m trying hard enough or maybe too hard. If things need to change or if they are perfectly fine the way they are. During a funk there is an obscene amount of over thinking and not enough trusting.

I don’t think I’m the only one that gets this way. I think it’s normal. It’s physically impossible to be satisfied 100% of the time. In fact I think these down times are a must. They’re good for reflection. Everyone needs time to reflect on what used to be, what is and what will be.

It’s days like today that remind me that I am doing it right. That somehow I’ve arrived exactly where I’m supposed to be at exactly the right time. If you know me well….you know I’m NEVER on time. This makes things even that much more of a big deal for me!

I believe when things are right there’s no wrong way to treck on. Wherever you go from good can only get better. There will be good days, bad days, sad days, happy days and days that will pass that you will never be able to recall. But if you make it a point to step back look at your big picture….I bet it’s pretty amazing. Take the time to take mental pictures of moments that you don’t plan to soon forget. File them in a familiar spot and take them out often.

Now sitting in front of my fireplace with the game still playing in the background, admiring my first real Christmas tree while “the boys” are still resting their eyes…I’m thankful I’ve had this day. I better put my phone down to wrap the presents and put another log on the fire.

I hope everyone finds themselves in one of those days, today.

Tom wouldn’t be thrilled if I took a picture of him so Roofus will have to do :)

Rules of Life

While sorting through old paperwork deciding what to retain and what to throw, I stumbled upon a couple interesting articles. The kind that’s worth copying a copy. One that starts an email chain and one you want to share with anyone who has a free moment to read it.

These are the writings of people that despite opinion, have it all figured out. It’s hard to disagree and somehow each person who indulges finds something to relate to. These creators of such writings are my kind of people. I envy those that have the ability to “be” without impressing, yet do so without a try in the world.

One of these articles in particular was “Jottings by Jerry.” I was so intrigued by this guy I immediately did a Google search. From what I understand he’s Jerry Johnson who wrote for Murray County News of Georgia. The article called Life’s Handbook 2011 is packed full of forty rules to make your life more fruitful.

I don’t know Jerry’s story but I can assure you he’d never imagine some girl from Minnesota writing a blog about him. Regardless, this guy knows what he’s talking about. Please take the time to read his message by clicking the article title. I can’t do it justice by paraphrasing. It left me grinning from ear to ear and I hope it leaves you the same.

As many things do, it got me thinking….what do I think is important to make life better and more rewarding? Here’s what I came up with:

Saying what you feel: People that love one another but have a “restriction” for showing that love. Individuals that were raised to act a certain way but feel another. The sooner you learn to listen to what it is that beats for every emotion you feel, the sooner you’ll be able to express it. Follow your ticker….it knows what it’s doing.

Admitting when you’re wrong: No one else will be able to admit to your mistakes like you can. But others will always be able to discuss what it is you did wrong much better than yourself. Purely admitting the fault will hinder anyone’s ability to bring you down. We all make mistakes but I believe in every error is the ability to first understand it, admit it and then fix it….even if fixing comes from the help of others. Sometimes we can’t do it alone….

Asking for help: There will be obstacles and trials we’re unable to face alone. We all have our strong points but eventually fall to our weaknesses. We will never be able to overcome fears or difficulties without others. We all have a cheerleading squad; it’s just up to us to use it. No matter how bad you think it is there is always someone willing to pick you up. Utilize it.

Appreciation: If you’ve been helped, thank them. Pay it forward. Look them in the eye, shake their hand and acknowledge their service. There isn’t many people left of this stature on either side of the fence….so, show some gratitude.

Be the change you want to see: I feel we all spend too much time dwelling on others. Others lives, problems, triumphs and their overall beings. What about yourself? That thing you’re so unhappy about….what if it wasn’t that thing and it was you? If not you, perhaps your perception of it. Open your mind and open your heart but take responsibility for what it is you can change. Stop waiting on others to make a move and mold to your ideal.

Fun: Can we all just enjoy our time while we’re here? I know the days test us but I’m certain a positive can be interjected somewhere. I can assure you first hand I never and repeat, never, have a problem busting a gut at something that sucks. Honestly it helps, I promise. Humor and positivity are good pay outs and they are highly contagious.

Taking time: It’s all too common to hear someone say, “I just can’t find the time.” Realistically each of us CAN, it’s only a matter of WILL. If it’s something you want to do…do it! Simple as that. It might take a little work and I think that’s what people are scared of. Most of us work 40 hours a week anyway, what’s the difference if you take a little more time to work on your agenda.

Hat’s off to all of you that appreciate the little things, find the time to better yourselves and others, that never take themselves too seriously and those that tell it exactly how it is. I commend you.



My Holiday Blog

As often as possible I try the sunny side up approach. Positivity is life’s best cure for any ailment. Thanksgiving is right around the corner so it’s more important than ever to be thankful for what you have and don’t have. Holidays bring lots of cheer and a familiar fuzzy feeling from times passed.

You might be thinking, how typical…..a blog about the holidays in the midst of the holiday season itself. If I were you I’d stop the hamster wheel right there. This isn’t a holiday blog. It won’t be made up of warm, fuzzy feelings or shouting cheerful, rejoices from the snowy rooftops. In fact, it will be quite the opposite.

I feel it’s important to get things off your chest and bellow about what it is that rubs you the wrong way. Its appropriate to have a good vent session every so often to get it all out in the open.

Okay, now you’re thinking….Uh-oh who stoked this Norwegian’s fire?

I wouldn’t say my fire has been stoked but sometimes I get a rip in my lefse. Hopefully, Norwegians and Non-Norwegians alike can understand where I’m coming from on a few common areas of concern. Areas being certain scenarios and types of people that really bother me. In a few short weeks I will slip into an overwhelmingly happy state as the Christmas season is my favorite time of year. So, before this happens I need to blurt out all the things I feel are unjust in this world so I can clear my brain of all things gross.

Alright, here it goes……

Realizing someone has decided the last bit of soap is too precious to waste so they’ve added water to ensure nothing goes unused. I hate nothing more than running nice, warm water, wetting my hands to reach up for a pump of soap and…..just kidding! Sploooosh out comes this nasty cold, semi-soapy water! How is that stagnant liquid supposed to make my hands feel clean? How?!?! Gross.

I hate that I have a piece of …. car. It’s like my very own personal death trap. How exciting, right? Wrong. I experience a mini anxiety attack every time I try to take my seatbelt off. That red button that is supposed to give you the sweet release of freedom is starting to stick. Sticking like, I’m not letting you out of this Mitsubishi without a struggle sticking. One day its just not gonna work anymore and there I’ll be, forever strapped by lap and chest belt. I will be storing a handy travel scissor within reach for when this day finally comes. They make handy travel scissors right? Gross.

To add insult to injury I need to interject one more POS car gripe. I hate that my back hatch has the ability to make choices. It’s evolved to being able to decipher when I really, really, really need it to open. Clearly I don’t drive a smart car because if I did, the hatch would know to open. Open sesame….I’d like to extract what I put in!!! Specifically the multiple pallets I currently have stacked from floor to ceiling. Get an SUV they said, it will be fun they said. Gross.

Our new driving conditions seem to bring out the idiotic in everyone. Even without adding snow, ice and wind there are still people who refuse to use common road etiquette. I’m not saying that etiquette is always road legal but it’s extremely irritating when people don’t practice good manners. I also have a sneaking suspicion that the same people who refuse to move in the grocery aisle are the same jack donkeys that act as though they are the only person in the world on the road. Gross.

When I introduce myself and a person immediately cracks a joke about my last name. “Struble? Oh like Strudel. Toaster Strudel….ha, have you heard that one before?” “No, never….gosh that’s a real knee slapper…where ever did you pull that clever line from?!?” Just stop. It’s old and tired and I don’t even like toaster strudels. Gross.

I hate when you see someone you know and you offer the friendly gesture of a wave annnnnd they don’t see you. You find opportunity #2 to once again wave because you’d hate to be rude and/or you’re oddly over excited to see them annnnnd they don’t see. I give up….approach me because my arm hurts from overexertion. Gross.

I really dislike auto-correct. Every time my phone updates it also steps up its auto-correcting creativity game. I say jump….it changes to hump. I would like someone to explain to me why it would assume I’d choose the word “hump” over “jump.” It’s apparent I’m not having the same conversations via text the rest of the world is having. Also, I still don’t understand how knapsack got in my texting dictionary. I’ve literally never used that word. Gross.

This is getting long winded so let’s just pound this out. Cold floors in the winter – cat farts – cockleburs – no service – heartburn – people who have no volume control - people who message you on Facebook when they have your number -  waking up 20 minutes before my alarm goes off – waking up during a really good dream – being forced to talk to people you don’t like – Blue Cross Blue Shield (long story) – Snapchat – relationship problems on social media - liars – high pitched screams – conceited people – poor listeners – being too hot(warm) – stubbing your toe – losing to very competitive people – and last but not least mosquitos. WHEW

Since winter is upon us and I won’t have to worry about mosquitos for a few months I can breathe a little easier. This long list aside there is an even longer list of everything I love. A list so long it couldn’t possibly fit in one blog.









Glory In All Shapes & Sizes

As I scroll my newsfeed there is a lot of “firsts” happening. First baby, first marriage, first house, first pet. Ahhhh….FIRST doesn’t even make sense anymore. It doesn’t even look like its spelled correctly. I love a good old fashioned first but in my corner of the world I haven’t partaken in many of the above mentioned firsts. I’m not married, not expecting, my first pet was when I was probably 4 or 5 and I didn’t even buy a house. I bought a Town Hall…..awkward.

I think I’ve missed this traditional life boat. I’m definitely doing things a little different and my priorities compared to others are a little off. At 24 I look forward to my next blog, a cold beer and at this time of year…hunting season. My concerns lie in how much wood to get for winter and if my cat’s litter box is clean enough. My bills are always paid and I’m always looking for a good time and a new experience. But for some reason not the kind of experience like creating another human or marrying another human to eventually create another human. The fact that I’m explaining child birth in that manner should tell you loud and clear my maturity level just isn’t there yet.

I have an obscene sense of humor and it has only gotten worse. I fear that the older I get the worse it’s become. How does one move on to “normal” life events with my kind of sense of humor? I almost pee’d my pants laughing at the statue in Paradiso this weekend….the one on the way out the door. Yeahhhhh, take a look at it next time. If you know this referenced statue and you understand why I excessively giggled and you have a husband and kids….we need to talk. I need to know how you made it this far and that there are other people like me that have moved to the next level of life.

I’m not saying people like me don’t want to get married and have children. We do, I think we just have more of a preference in making that decision at a time that is convenient for us. I like a challenge, something different to spice up my life and keep me on my toes but I find this passion in other elements. I like to find challenges in work and personal improvement…in other words I don’t think I’m smart enough or a good enough person to care for more than myself right now. Ask my cat….he’ll tell you that I forget to feed him sometimes. In my mind…maybe he should just eat less and this wouldn’t be such a reoccurring problem. Spicing up my daily life comes in the form of trying new restaurants, establishments and impromptu road trips. The fact that I haven’t tried every restaurant in my geographical area yet consumes me and that’s not okay….

Today a good friend of mine experienced what having a baby is all about. Because we share many of the same twisted qualities I can’t tell you exactly what was said in our conversation but I PROMISE it was thee funniest thing to come through my phone in a long time. As I sit in my car on lunch break, laughing hysterically it prompts me to write this blog. Between the fugitive my friend had next door giving birth and her schooling me on how to prep a cervix for induced labor, my lunch hour was quite entertaining. But you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

This is my life. Filled with funny and inspiring events/stories to prompt me to partake in what it is I’m pursuing at this time in my life.

To sum this up and put it in perspective. I received business cards yesterday with my new job title on them. Who knew a comma and three little words would harbor one of my biggest accomplishments thus far. My glory came in the size of 3.5 X 2 inch piece of card stock and my friend’s came in the size of a 7lb 8oz. mini human. Which of course is absolutely adorable!



Tailored Perfection


make (something) completely free from faults or defects, or as close to such a condition as possible

A word used often. A word used loosely. A word used without understanding.

As much as I like to describe things I’ve seen, experienced and felt as “perfect”… I really shouldn’t. It’s my perfect, much different from someone else’s perception of perfect. Therefore by definition its potentially skewed, flawed and defective in someone else’s eyes.

It occurs to me that aside from the group that tries to insert the hope of perfection there are those that create an illusion of perfection. An illusion set out for others to see and envy. Envy is an awful thing and shouldn’t be imposed on others. Happiness comes from yourself and you alone. Your life shouldn’t be meant as a showcase for others.

Life like everything else in this world isn’t perfect. And you know what? That’s okay! I’ve learned almost everything I know by mistake. By creating something defective to understand what went wrong and how. Life is going to turn you upside down, shake you up, put an obstacle in your path that is seemingly unsurpassable. I hate to sound ordinary but everything DOES happen for a reason. I don’t care if you are religious, not religious, free spirited, or have become completely numb to any spirituality. There is always a cause and effect.

At times things may be unexplainable. However, my thought is that if we are unable to explain it or see the reasoning behind it. We aren’t ready. Simple as that.

Recent experiences have confirmed that bad things happen to good people. Confirmation is enlightening. This may seem like a contradiction but hear me out. Confirmation is the affirmation of what you already believed, suspected or feared. Affirmation is in turn an action or process. One that can be of emotional support or encouragement. That said, confirmation is a step forward.

I realize this has jumped from one subject to the next but I promise it will make sense.

Perfection is an endless pursuit. We stand exhausted. And for what? To appease others and potentially ourselves. But why, because it’s pleasing?

Tell me you look in the mirror and feel pleased or see perfection, doubtful.

As each day passes we strive to better ourselves and our placement in life. We encounter the bad and good. We pass the judgemental and the doubtful. Some of us are unstoppable yet some of us fall back. Those that fall back have yet to see their potential and their ability to create their own perfection. Those that surpass have understood that there will be complications, obstructions, impediments and disadvantages. However their will to succeed is beyond that of doubt.

I believe in perfection. Perfection that suits us. As I’ve said before, no story is the same and how boring the world would be if it were.

Contrary to my opening line, perfection is that to who creates it. Envision it, pursue it, create it and live it. Life is going to be breathtaking. Not always a good breath and not always a bad breath….but damnit its going to take it! Might as well have a good story behind it.

My only hope is that everyone goes through life without having to meet everyone else’s expectations. That we pursue both our blessings and shortcomings with a respect that whatever happens was our choice and the outcome is and was….



Relationship Reference

I have yet to write a good relationship blog. Based on what came out of my mouth in Mr. You’re In My 20 Something I should let the dating scene rest. But wait, where is the fun in that?!?

I’m not keen on entertaining the idea of an actual date because that might mean I need to commit to another person who MIGHT turn out to be a horrible person. It also means that a date might lead to a relationship and then they might start doing things like staying over and stuff. Which is fine for a little while but then they want to do other things like eat my food and not take out the garbage. That’s called a crappy roommate and that’s why I live alone.

I might sound like a dude when I say this but I think every relationship should start with a written contract. I don’t like arguing so if I was able to just point to Book 1, Chapter 8, Pg. 167 and Clause 5 to validate why I’m upset that would be ideal. Just saying.

This said contract would be more like a set of books. A set of reference books that I would adoringly call….In The Event of an Unfortunate Event.

I realize a series of books based on relationships could get rather lengthy but that’s why we have the trusty alphabet. Lets see here….. you stayed out till 4 a.m., shut off your phone and then peed on the floor when you got home. This would be found in reference book D for Drunk. Drunk Mistake #45 solved by reference book C….see: Clean, Couch and Can’t believe she still puts up with me.

Side note: Dual purpose reference books. If you have an above average stubborn significant other and they refuse to follow the written word. “Throw the book at them!” Boom….Judge and Jury.

Of course these books would be written by a carefully selected focus group. Equal parts of men and women. All that do not act on emotions or hormones, that aren’t heavily medicated, don’t have any type of dependencies or suffer from any kind of obsessive compulsive disorder. This would keep all content very general, down to earth, specific and clean cut.

I think I’m on to something here. I can’t speak for others but I would use the hell out of these. Imagine all the pointless bickering that would be avoided. No more long drawn out arguments that go in circles with no end in sight, only to be brought up again a day or two later. It would be a quiet, informational thumbing through of pages filled with fruitful knowledge.

Okay, okay so I might be dressing this up a bit. But every book needs a sales pitch if it’s going to be published.

If your not about to weather through some really horrid events with your significant other than these books wouldn’t be worth your time. But if you want to get through all the muck in flawless form you might want a little assistance.

If it’s the millionth time you’ve cooked and cleaned the house for a less than appreciative adult I’d pull Book A. Grab those genius sticky flags and mark appreciation and apology. Then grab G…flag girls night and leave it next to the dirty dishes and a can of soup. They’ll figure it out. Actually no, don’t even take out the can of soup. Make them struggle to figure out where you keep the canned goods because chances are they haven’t been grocery shopping lately either.

Alright so maybe this isn’t all possible and I’m living in some Norwegian dream land, hanging out on cloud 9. But to have the tools to make someone see eye to eye with you is important. If you ultimately can’t end on the same page with someone after a disagreement it’s most likely a crash and burn scenario.

I aim to find someone who will at least take out my garbage. If they’re going to be staying over and eating my food, my only expectation is they keep the ice cream stalked and pickup after themselves. It’s that simple.







The Cost of Quiet

Recently I’ve been struggling with the quiet of my home. Don’t get me wrong I love the serene and peaceful, the lack of traffic and the absence of the hustle and bustle. But as they say, the struggle is real.

I have a really nice, shiny T.V. and it’s great for watching movies but not much else as apparently I live in a no zone for the free channels I grew up on. It has crossed my mind to contact the local cable company. However, this past year or so without regular television has panned out nicely and I’m not about to ruin that. Maybe, just maybe I will settle on Netflix.

If you were my neighbor you’d know exactly what my taste in music is. I have a nasty habit of not only singing obscenely loud but cranking the music even louder. Whether the windows are open or not or even if its late….that’s one of the perks of living in the middle of nowhere. That one I won’t complain about…the neighbors might, but I don’t much care what they think.

Having several jobs at one time to avoid the quiet wasn’t the ticket either. Money is great but I’ll be the first to tell you it’s not made for happiness. This I already knew but I needed a serious time buffer. However, three jobs involves not being home at all and doesn’t allow for much of a social life. Unfortunately I’m a rather social butterfly so this in particular didn’t fly.

A few hours a week I’m occupied with writing “Norwegian Stories,” as a friend likes to call them. I’ve also recently taken up Yoga. As time consuming as Yoga can be, a person can only stretch and breathe so much in one sitting without feeling like their prepping for labor.

Home improvements are a favorite hobby of mine. I however added wine to this hobby and even though I maintain a productive stride…the next morning my real job isn’t so productive.

Out of boredom I’ll do yard work. Or just random organizing of any sort. I kid you not I literally spent an entire evening cleaning and resorting my wood pile. Which yes needed to be done but really?!?! Try sharing that story at the water cooler in the morning. “Oh, how was your evening?” “Good just sorted and stacked my wood!” “Ahhhh, I mean wood….you know wood for my stove ehhhm.”

I had a great dog for a short time but my weirdo neighbors thought he was better suited for them and took him against his will. He was returned but afterwards he had a relentless habit of running. I for one will not keep such a wonderful animal contained to a kennel so he’s moved on to a new home that suits his running habit quite well.

Since a dog didn’t hack it I thought I’d try my hand at being a cat lady. I may be in slight denial that I own a cat as he has a dog’s name and coincidentally has more dog tendencies than a cat. So there’s a possibility this might work. One thing I can say I’ll never get used to is the whole litter box thing, it’s just not right. Any feedback on how to toilet train a cat would he appreciated!

I wish I could say I spend a large amount of time reading as I do enjoy it but I have a terrible A.D.D. when it comes to paperback. I read half way through and then…… “squirrel!”  Oh look another book I haven’t read and then…..”squirrel!” You catch my drift?

There is one place that the quiet can stay and that’s on my deck. If the world seems too loud at times that is most definitely my getaway.

Whether its the cost of filling my house with things to break the silence or putting an animal in the mix to try and fix it, its apparent I haven’t quite found what I need. On the other hand Roofus (the cat) sure knows how to be vocal and that’s kinda nice. Or at the very least his death cries are kind of growing on me. Kind of.




Changing Our Minds

It’s obvious I have a slight beef with social media and technology. I realize I touch on this subject quite often and I apologize if it’s a boring repetition. However, it’s what I’m passionate about and when it comes down to it, who writes about what others are passionate about?
So often my day to day conversations include a gripe about the lost art of real connection. My job enables me to constantly put myself out there. Interact, network and meet those who emerge from every aspect of the every day. No, I don’t get to meet iconic people and I would never be able to create an A list guest list but I’m not going for bragging rights so that’s irrelevant.
After a chat with an elderly gentleman today it reminded me of how long it’s been since I fully vested myself into what someone was telling me. This guy was once a top boxer, was married to a woman with ties to a well-known singer/songwriter, served in the military and from what I understand could still fiddle the devil under the table. I could have listened to this man talk all day! Just relax sit back and take every detail in. I was disappointed once it all came to an end. But how absolutely wonderful to hear a small piece of someone’s many years.
Snapchat has reduced conversation to seconds and minimal characters, reduced face to face interaction with awful mid-moment pictures and choppy video. But has conveniently added filters and yet one more notification to check. Facebook has placed a strain on real relationships. Decreased friendship to a newsfeed, comment and like.
People may be finally realizing how awful our ability to be social has become. Our blatant inability to put down our phones and computers. Society’s nasty habit of creating the new, exciting, fun and “right-now” at an astonishing rate. We are zombies to technology. It’s a sickness and we are all ill.
This past week has shown me that there are people that want to fight this epidemic. From the guy who strives to have coffee with every one of his Facebook friends to the man proclaiming there is no such thing as auto correcting humanity. It makes me weak in the knees to think there are still people out there that have a grasp on human connection and how very important it is.
I’ve read articles of people devoting an entire day to shutting their cellphone off. Creating a strict schedule of time they will allow using social media and/or technology. I have friends that have said goodbye to Facebook. I myself have done away with Snapchat once and for all. All these outlets waste and consume our precious time.
Another irritating element of today’s world is the need to photograph everything….food, countless selfies, priceless moments and beautiful scenery. I’m unsure where this irrational fear of letting something escape us comes from. It shouldn’t be portrayed as a negative that we may not remember exactly how everything looked. Slowly we are losing how these “things” made us feel and the senses it stimulated. Now it’s just a number in our gallery and a photo in our digital album. Photography is an art and it should be treated as one with the same respect any other art form is.
I can only hope that each of us will take the initiative to withdraw from the internet and data world. That we are saying yes to real experiences, real interaction and real knowledge. That we take the time to digest what is going on around us and filing it in our memory, in turn sharing our memories in words. Enticing another living, breathing individual right next to you to do the same.
Look up.

What Would A Kid Do?!?

Many of you have seen at least a time or two, a side by side comparison of adult behavior versus child behavior. For whatever reason there’s a crossing over of sorts when you become of a certain age. Unlike the movie Baby Geniuses, I don’t think this switch happens at the transition of babble to broken English but more so at the time we start practicing modesty.

Just think about it….there comes a point when we can no longer run around half naked and consume an endless amount of sugar. We become more refined, groomed and we develop this awful sense of conformity. Not that growing up is all bad but realistically there are a few things I wish I could still get away with. If you read Knee High Perspective then you’d know much of my inspiration on this topic comes from my nieces. Since my childhood won’t be coming back around anytime soon I often live vicariously through them.

From eating preferences to choice in clothing, I sit and ponder the outcome of such behavior from an adult. For example: If I chose to wear my prettiest princess costume to work they’d label me as manic and send me home on an unpaid mental health day. My niece wants to look like Snow White for a day….no biggie…totally normal. Pffff, whatever….where’s the 7 dwarfs?!? She isn’t even playing the part right but people will tell her every day of the week and twice on Sunday how stinkin’ cute she is! This is how I know our society is rigged.

Sharing is caring. In the grown up world, yes. In child’s play, heeeeck no. Get your own Legos, dinosaur movie, stuffed animal and don’t even think about eating my Cheetos. Freeloader. If I could apply this to my everyday struggles I’d be set. No you can not borrow my whiteout, pen, scissors, phone charger or my money and no I still don’t want to share my Cheetos. How wonderful the corporate world would be if office supplies were completely out of reach for sharing. Imagine the look on your co-workers face when they swing into your office , “Can I borrow your staple puller quick?” Answer back with a sober faced, “No, it’s mine.”

How many of you as a child were excused to go play when something boring was taking place? Whether it be during grown up conversation or while grown-ups tried to complete mundane chores. Regardless, where is this option for me now? How wonderful it would be to hear…..”Kelsey this meeting is going to be long, drawn out and won’t pertain to you in any way, so why don’t you just go play.” Ha! I’d draw up a Boss of the Year certificate with my sharpest crayons and brightness markers just to show my appreciation.

Which brings to mind how creepy it would be if adults drew each other pictures harboring zero artistic skill.

So you’ve just finished lunch…maybe you had spaghetti or last night’s sloppy joes. Both could be a little messy. Perhaps you dropped some on yourself. No worries. Leave it there, you’re just gonna get dirty next time you eat anyway. Because we’re civilized you should probably clean your face but if you washed that meal down with Kool-Aid you’ll be wearing a perma-smile the rest of the day. Wear it proudly.

Oh wait, you’re 27….nevermind, what the hell is wrong with you!

You’re out for a nice dinner with friends or maybe a business meeting for the evening. Uh-Oh too many brewskies, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now! Shucks, you’re on the inside of a booth 2-3 people deep! Instead of creating the awkward situation of making everyone get up and doing the hop, scoot, slide out of the bench seat. Just do a slither number under the table….drop on all fours and crawl under the table. If you’re sneaky enough no one will even notice. If they do, be polite and apologize but assure them you’ll be right back. At the edge of the table start a full sprint to the potty. I’m not sure if this behavior is only acceptable in certain establishments but if my memory serves me right….Pizza Hut never complained.

As adults we are taught constructive communication. When it’s appropriate to use inside/outside voices, to not argue in public, pick our battles and express emotions at the right times. I think that most adults revert back to non-constructive communication after a few too many alcoholic beverages. That being said, this is an instance where child-like behavior is socially acceptable. On the flip side, let me remind you that kids can often act like tiny drunk adults. Now that perspective is much more entertaining!

To bring unexpected entertainment to your daily life, do me a favor and ask yourself….WWAKD? (What would a kid do?)