When Sushi Bites Back

OUT NOSHING WITH THE GIRLS

After Work Last Night … 

A Planned Office Thing.  Previous Plans For A Larger Soirée Tanked.  Good Intentions Thwarted.

“Thwarting, Huh?”

… Because Whatever! Apparently Happens When The Sandbox Becomes A Litter Box Overfilled With Apathy, Grumpy Curmudgeons And Elevated Pessimism For The Holiday Season.

 

THWARTING VS. THWACKING

It’s Slippery Slope Down The Festivus Tree … 

When Thwarting Twerks To Thwacking.

When Passive Gets Aggressive.  It’s An Ugly Leap.  Faith Has Nothing To Do With It.

“So, Let’s Keep Our Hands In Our Pockets And The Chop Sticks Where I Can See Them.”

 

FUN FACT CONFESSION

Never Sit In The Center Seat At A Table … When Food Is Served Family-Style On Platters.

I Have Bite Marks On My Right Elbow.  There’s Also A Chunk Of Useable Flesh Gone Missing On The Medial Head of My Triceps Brachii.

“Forensics Will Be Running Dental Records Once HR Hears About This.”  

… I’d Like It Back Before I Go Gymmying Tonight.

 

WHAT ELSE?

Oh, Did I Mention That Hungry Girls … Can Eat … A Lot.

“He Ditten?”

Yep, Because Someone At The Table Asked If I Was Going To Write About Last Night In My Blog.  Happy Now?

… I’ll Be Paying For This Post Later Today And Into 2023.

 

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Weekend Wrapper Upper

MY WEEKENDS HAVE BEEN BOUNCY LATELY

Ups & Downs … All Around.

Neither One Sustainable

Good Thing.

… I Prefer A Slim Bandwidth Of Emotion.

 

HOW’D IT GO?

In & Out … All Around.

Didn’t Find What I Was Looking For

Because I Wasn’t Looking For Anything.

Save It For Later.  Another Time.  Just Not Right Now.

 

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Late, Late Lunch … 

Best Ramen In The City.  Could Be.

Best Company.  Absolutely.

… Mini Me Uno. 

 

ABOUT SUNDAY MORNING

After Saturday’s Planned Sabbatical From Blogging … 

Deleting Crappy Stuff After Posting – Culling The Herd – I Recalibrated Where I Was In This Bloggy Thing.

“Diggity, No Diggity.  Giggity, No Giggity.  Shaggity, No Shaggity.”

Consumed.  WTF’D.  Exhausted.

 

VIGOR DROPPED IN

Refresh, Stay Fresh … Perspective Popped Up.  

Lightened Me Up.  Buttered My Cup.  To The Top.

“Got My Lollipop Smiley Smirk Back On … Slapped The Resting Pr!ck From My Face.”

Said What I Meant (In Prayer).  For Another.  Listened.

 

GYMMIED UP

Nearly Fell Off An Elliptical Trainer … Epic Fail Tease.

Texting.  Like A Dumbass.  Appreciably, YouTube’s Video Streamer Screamer Mille’s Were Too Busy Selfie’ing Up Their Fabulous Lives To Chronicle This Unmitigated Disaster.

Great Gym Hair Day.  Rockin’ My Tangerine Dri-Fit.  Down An El Bee Deuce (Kee-Lo).

“And, A Badass Mother Practicing Krav Maga … Throwing Death Eye On Me … When All I Wanted To Do Was Dance, Sugar.”

 

THANKS

For Hanging With Me On The Weekend … 

Sunday Best Day Ever For Views – Saying Justly – But That Wasn’t What I Was Trolling For.

Found An Answer To A Question I Didn’t Ask.  Not, The One I Wanted.  Maybe, The One I Needed.

Hard.  Straight In There.  How I Like It.

 

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Dubya Pea Ghosting?

IT’S PROBABLY JUST ME

And, All Y’all – Feeling The Same Unloved Feeling – Like Déjà Voodoo. 

“What’s Going On With Our Lovely Host?”

Hearing Fables Of Lost Followers: On Again, Pissed Off Again.  Posts Gone Poof, Incognito.  Disappearing Into Sweet Nothings, Darling.

… Who’s Been Hacking My Porridge?

 

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Love Nosh

SUNDAY LEFTOVERS

Sharing My Lunch Today … 

Eating Clean – Forgiveness, Compassion, Tolerance – served on a Big Plate of Faith.

“Light On The Guilt, Please … I’m Saving Room For Gratitude.”

… My Monday Feast.

 

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Ah-May-Zing?

OF COURSE IT IS

If You Haven’t Already … I’m Asking Nicely … 

Now is the perfect time to stop using this insufferably hyperbolic Idiom.

To the habitual user (serial abuser), a kind request – consideration – to please refrain from another impulsive chorus …

… The annoyingly slow-as-molasses, exaggerative annunciation (of its three trite syllables) could use a sabbatical from popular social commentary vernacular. Continue reading “Ah-May-Zing?”

Play Nice

“YA DA-UHM PHA-UHK”

Is What I Heard Him Say …    

Annunciated phonics.

Clever.

Delivered in a dialect void of thought, reason and purpose.

I doubt Hope was anywhere to be found … and Forgiveness as foreign as Love … in his hub of a miserable life.

Brandishing Hate – at will – fermented by misdirected rage was all he could offer leaning through the open window of his pick up truck. Continue reading “Play Nice”

Confusing False Bravado With True Confidence: Self-Empowerment Built On Spiritual Strength

GIVE EGO A SLAP

It Takes All The Blame On This One.

Humility and Modesty are the true barometers of Spiritual Strength.

“Of the infinite misjudgements, tribulations and poor decisions I’ve curated in my adolescence, ushered through early adulthood and lingered on into middle-age, trumping up my confidence on a fatalistic foundation of bravado and conceit, was the most perilous work of an Ego Gone Bad.”

Continue reading “Confusing False Bravado With True Confidence: Self-Empowerment Built On Spiritual Strength”

Uncle Bart

An excerpt from ‘The Rose Consolation’ – Copyright © 2017 by Michael A. Kuch

I’M ZIGGY ROSE

Liar, Cheat and Thief.

If consolation for criminal ineptitude offers immunity from further judgement, I’m not very good at any of these.

A trite claim, I suppose, doesn’t make me any less culpable for what I’ve done. Continue reading “Uncle Bart”