This Sock Hasn't Met Its Match!

So, a friend of mine offered a suggestion for me to write a post without changing the autocorrect feature of my phone.  This could lead to some crazy consequences . . . but okay, then!  Here we go . . .

My Socks Got Knocked Off!

So today is a rather significant day for me. Besides the anniversary of the day my mother's body was finally relieved of a rather overdue burden, it also signifies I've been breathing longer than I ever thought I would. Last year was significant, too, but this year feels totally different than any year has, I've ever yet experienced.

The Return of the Prodigal Sock

I FOUND MY SOCK!!!

I got the reply to that announcement with a comment that I must be "excited about finding some random thought waves of empowerment I had lost."

"Because We Love ... Random Stuff"

I have a penchant for photography.

                          Okay, not really. It's more of a passion.

                                                  Make that "compulsion".

        And if a person takes enough pictures, 

              the odds are, they're gonna get some decent ones.

To-Do . . . Something Amazing!

Catching up on things one has been wanting to do but hasn't gotten around to doing is a good thing.  It improves positivity in several areas, but I'm not doing a magazine article on the virtues of pretty much anything.  For one thing, it's a blog.  Second, if I go down that Sock I won't ever get the intended post done, and that would be rather self-defeating in terms of proving my first point.  Therefore, I digress once again and simply say. . .

Some Great Title About Stochasticity and Socks

There's something amazing about the random. Stochasticity... haphazardness...

An Amazing Piece of Very Big Sky

Tell me where
       Where is it written
                    What is it I'm meant to be?
                                         That I can't dare . . .

Time Traveling with the School of Hard Knocks

I talk to a lot of people, a lot, about a lot of stuff.  I've even talked to some people about the fact "a lot" is a concept, but "alot" isn't a word.  I smirked just now at my phone's word processor helping reiterate that by forcing me to go back and take the space out, but a lesson in grammar wasn't my intention here, so let's move on.

[Insert Witty Title About Lessons or Musing or Something Related Here]

Lessons I've learned so far from blogging:

(Not all of them, and not necessarily in order)

Gold * Star For My Forehead

Well, congratulations Dear, you've created this thing, posted something, and posted again, making it clear you're not just a "one-post wonder"!  You've even had a few people prove they read it by giving feedback that wasn't even on a graded pop quiz nor coaxed by promises of grand rewards like... um...

Ramblers Anonymous

Hello, and thank you for gathering here today.  I’d like to start by telling you a secret.  I am a rambling babbler.  Wow... I can’t believe how it feels to get that off my chest!