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#MicroblogMondays 59: Take a Nap

Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too.


Napping is apparently good for your heart health.  This is just one more way I’m shortening my life since I am terrible at napping.

I used to nap, back in college, but now I find that naps mess up the rest of my day.  I wake up groggy and feel mentally displaced the rest of the day.  If someone were to offer me nap time, I would probably politely tell them that I’d love the break, but I’d rather use it to read.

How do you feel about naps?  Love them?  Still take them?  Can’t live without them?  Or they do more harm than good?


Are you also doing #MicroblogMondays? Add your link below. The list will be open until Tuesday morning. Link to the post itself, not your blog URL. (Don’t know what that means? Please read the three rules on this post to understand the difference between a permalink to a post and a blog’s main URL.) Only personal blogs can be added to the list. I will remove any posts that are connected to businesses or are sponsored posts.


October 12, 2015   31 Comments

Harry Potter Festival

I went to a Harry Potter festival.  In the rain.

We didn’t play Quidditch this time, and we didn’t dress up.  But I did get a little golden snitch…


…That hides a timely, little secret.


How much fun is that?

I feel like the Pied Piper as kids follow me around, begging to click the clasp.  Nothing is more mesmerizing than a golden snitch swinging from someone’s neck.


Side note: Tomorrow is #MicroblogMondays.  Get writing.

October 11, 2015   9 Comments

565th Friday Blog Roundup

One of the claims to fame of my state is that it is the final resting place of Edgar Allan Poe. He was born in Boston, but his grave is in Baltimore. Every year on his birthday, someone used to leave three roses and a bottle of cognac. No one ever knew the identity of the person, called the Poe Toaster, and the tradition went from 1949 to 2012. The torch may have passed to more than one person during that time.

But for the last few years, the Poe Toaster hasn’t shown up.  The Maryland Historical Society is holding auditions to revive the tradition. I don’t know how I feel about it.

My first instinct was to enter, but then I thought, doesn’t the tradition lose something in turning it into a contest? There was something so sweet, so heartbreaking, about an unknown person leaving behind these sentimental objects on the grave.  A contest in the style of American Idol?  Doesn’t the tradition lose something in the process?

F. Scott Fitzgerald and Zelda are also buried nearby, too.  Don’t I live in a fun, literary place?


I did a guest post this week over at One Step at a Time.  You can check out my thoughts on parenting after infertility.


Stop procrastinating.  Go make your backups.  Don’t have regrets.

Seriously.  Stop what you’re doing for a moment.  It will take you fifteen minutes, tops.  But you will have peace of mind for days and days.  It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments in order to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.


And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week.  In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

Okay, now my choices this week.

A Half Baked Life has a gorgeous post about feeling helpless in the face of troubling moments around her.  The sound of crying emanating from a house, twins who have lost their mother, a friend assaulted, and a small girl needing 7 sutures in her chin.  Please go over and read the whole thing.

My Path to Mommyhood both remembers the only time she was pregnant (and wondering if it would be the only chance she would get) and considers what if she had released herself from pursuing pregnancy earlier.  She writes: “Sometimes I think about how much the desire to be pregnant took over navigating our journey, and if I hadn’t wanted that experience so badly, if I could have seen the baby for the bump instead of the forest for the trees, we could have been parents sooner.”  It’s an emotional post.

Hapa Hopes has a post about doing a FET and sorting out how she feels about being back at the clinic.  She writes, “I just know that I stood at that desk scheduling FET class and words like saline ultrasound, E2, FSH, and PIO were pouring out of my mouth like second nature again and I hated it.  We’re heading down the gauntlet one more time and I fucking hate the gauntlet.”  There is so much to connect with in this post.

Mrs. Spit has a post about being knocked off balance.  I love this: “My mistake was thinking of grounding as one and done, fire and forget, steady state.”  It’s an important read about embracing those times when we feel off balance.

Lastly, Articulation has a post about needing a pause button.  As someone who often feels too full, who wonders how it will all get done and if I’m even doing it “right,” there was so much I related to in this post.

The roundup to the Roundup: The choosing of the Poe Toaster?  I did a guest post.  Your weekly backup nudge.  And lots of great posts to read.  So what did you find this week?  Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between October 2nd and October 9th) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week?  Read the original open thread post here.

October 9, 2015   10 Comments

What Makes Us Nostalgic?

I came across an interesting idea reading Ready Player One — and I want to discuss this in the post and comments without giving any spoilers.  I’m not done with the book, and I know a lot of people haven’t read it yet at all.

The premise is that a programmer, James Halliday, created a virtual reality game that has thousands of worlds.  One of these worlds is an exact replica of his hometown, Middletown, Ohio, on a random autumn day in 1986.  There are non-player characters walking around the town, riding their bikes, mowing their lawns.

There is also a recreation of the programmer’s childhood home, perfectly replicated down to the shag carpeting.  The narrator comments on this preservation because for all intents and purposes, the programmer had a shitty childhood.  He states,

Looking around, I wondered why Halliday, who always claimed to have had a miserable childhood, had later become so nostalgic for it.  I knew that if and when I finally escaped from the stacks, I’d never look back.  And I definitely wouldn’t create a detailed simulation of the place.

It’s an excellent question: why are we nostalgic for some things and not others?  I have no desire to ever see a scrunchie or banana clip again, despite loving to wear them when I was little.  But I would do anything to get my old gummy bracelets back.  I spent hours upon hours playing tag, and while I have fond memories of the game, I have no desire to play all-neighbourhood tag ever again.  Yet I incessantly play old Atari games.

And then you have the situation in the book: if a person has no fond memories of a space, why would they want to create a simulation of it?  Is it worth someone outside of an experience visiting a space to try to understand it?  Of course.  But we’re talking about building an exact replica of something you lived through and hated so you could revisit it.  What would be the benefit of that?

Unless, I guess, he didn’t really hate his childhood.

I would love a replica of my childhood home, but I also have happy memories of childhood.  And barring a replica of it, I would at least like some of my old toys and books back.

What are you nostalgic for?  And what sort of things evoke nostalgia in your life?  Is there rhyme and reason to what triggers you to miss something?

October 7, 2015   14 Comments

Thanks, Mental Floss, For Ruining My Childhood

Last week, Mental Floss ran a piece on the Loch Ness Monster.  I am so in love with the Loch Ness Monster (and its various incarnations in other bodies of water, including Chessie in the Chesapeake Bay.  We always, always, always shriek hello to Chessie when we cross the Kent Narrows) that I bookmarked it, wanting to read it as a treat when I was finished with my work.

So much for my treat.  Instead my childhood heart was SHATTERED.

You know who the real monster is?  Mental Floss.

Apparently, the infamous photo of Nessie floating on the water is a fake, snapped by Marmaduke Wetherell to support his earlier debunked animal footprint scandal.  And yes, that is an awful thing to do, but Mental Floss is 10,000 times worse.  Implying that Nessie doesn’t exist, when we all know that Nessie DOES exist?  Because he has to exist?  Because I’m planning a trip to Scotland to look for Nessie so we’re sure as hell going to keep believing he exists?

You know how I know that Nessie exists?  Because it was in the excellent 1983 National Geographic Society’s book, Amazing Mysteries of the World.  Why would National Geographic Society cover it if it weren’t completely true?  Are there grizzlies in Yellowstone?  Snow is Sweden?  Then it follows that there are lake monsters in Scotland.

I am choosing to unbookmark the article and pretend it didn’t happen.

What do you believe in even though you know it’s probably not true?

October 6, 2015   15 Comments

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