TMP #54

So many irritants these days tis difficult to choose one.

I’m going to address ‘spamming‘, when either a new-to-
app creator or fan places likes on all videos of another
without leaving comment(s).

This is found to be quite an insult as no way can someone
actually view the videos ranging in numbers from double
digits to thousands in such minimal time.

The spammer may think he or she will win an automatic
follow back.

Truth is top creators have earned the right to be particular
with whom they wish to interact. Countless times they’ve
read the words “I’m your biggest fan”.

I know this how?

I’m an invitee by one of the top icons on a well-known app.
My granddaughter has been in the entertainment field since
age 5 months.

To me it’s common sense if you want someone’s friendship,
then you have to be an actual friend to them. On the app
a follow back is granted for constant interaction and support.

All those spam likes do is satiate a creator’s notifications list.
In order for the likes to be counted as actual views the video
has to be seen in its’ entirety.

Prior to updates important messages were often missed, a
known fact.

Fortunately I don’t share the numerical amount on my page;
however, I can sympathize with those who’ve offered up their
complaints. 

The first time I experienced spamming in our writing
community ‘Blogosphere’ I was taken back – shocked.
I doubted the individual actually read all those posts.  

Spamming satiates one’s notifications so please excuse
if I failed to get back to you prior to the disappearance
of your notifications.

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Social Network

Description friend – frenemy personality
Reference icons cell phone screen display

Apps social media sites full to capacity
User celebrity status versus wan-na-bee

Individual scribblers prefer access popular
Nerdish building blocks makings of scholar

Word Hippo – Thesaurus – Grammarly freebies
Forever grateful usances fer writers’ community


Toxic people additional heartbreak

Gloomy day lack sunshine
Positives versus negatives
Awful attitude today think
Like me_hate me
Laugh with me_laugh at me
Your opinion doesn’t matter to me.
Don’t care – won’t care – refuse to care
Stay – walk away – doesn’t matter either way
How you treat me in real life, app life, blog life
Determining factor with regard to continuance friendship
Reading printed thoughts on paper appear be in self-argument
Truth is I’m past tired of being that nice individual screwed over.
Inspirational quotes about who is responsible for your happiness – ‘you’.
I certainly hope Testy Tuesday is less aggravating than Motivational Monday.




Hot Mess ~ Success

Laptop, chair cup tea
Lack of inspiration thee
Let someone down, me

Idea romance
Instead stare screen semi-trance
Insult dawn last straw

Each day new burden
Every choice uncertain
Eh, no gain force writes

Above penned in combo ‘ABC’ and ‘Tanka’ poetry styles.
The word spelled out is ‘lie’.
I often wonder if blogging is therapeutic or waste of precious time.
Although fairly intelligent, a person with common-sense, until the
Lord calls me home it’s doubtful I’ll ever understand certain behavioral
patterns of humans.





Student’s Academic Performance

Three R’s education . . .

Reading, writing, ‘rithemetic

Three basic skills taught in schools.

Modern technology allows a parent

access to their child’s performance two

different methods ~ hand-held card plus

view report online.

Once upon a time students with poor

grades in order to avoid punishment

would sign a parent’s name to the back

of their report cards.

Remember when:

A Most Ungrateful Woman

The suggestion to limit time spent on social media

on my self-care journey has worked wonders for me.

Minimalization a.k.a. de-clutter – a 30-day challenge.

Although I did delete apps I didn’t wish to trash my

personal work.

On Facebook I deactivated two specific pages. One

showed transferred blogging posts and the other

years of items crafted.

My budgeted allowance is 30 minutes each morn.

I begin by tending to my Fairyland in memory of

garden app (12 years, 3 months old) then scan the

notifications from my hometown groups (good to

remain knowledgeable ’bout current local events).

Next and last is a quick scroll of the newsfeed with

a limit of ten post reads.

This morn I was flabbergasted. I sat closer to the

laptop’s screen in order to re-read a post written

IMO by a most ungrateful woman. I suppose she

was looking for sympathy from other women.

I rarely comment on posts like these in groups.

Avoid drama!

The content of the post – several paragraphs

with regard to her husband’s increased

workload (40 to 60 hours) due to the Pandemic.

This woman, a widow after 43 years of marriage

within two years found a man who doesn’t smoke

nor drink and actually WORKS.

She was considering leaving him since quality

time shared was now a bare minimum of three

hours each evening (supper and watching TV).

Ladies made comments only they were totally

opposite of what she appeared to be in search

thereof.

The post had been up for an hour when the

administrator suddenly shut it down.

I wonder if this woman would like to endure

the alternative, ‘living alone’.

Emotional Storm Passed

Unknown to me until recently a child who experienced

parental neglect is referred to as an abused child.
Revelation about myself!
Those three special words,‘I LOVE YOU’, unspoken

by my parents.

Reflecting back lack of affection was the norm.

Often a dysfunctional childhood has adult repercussions.

Although I vowed not to follow in either of my parents’
footsteps, it appears (can relate to now) perhaps I
experienced a lack of judgment in choice of partners.

It’s way too late to change history. Intrusive thoughts

be gone. Adios!!

Today I’ll chit-chat ’bout my ‘Rainbow baby‘, a term I

came across in my reading travels this past week.

By definition a ‘Rainbow baby‘ is a baby born

subsequent to the loss of a previous child.

My second pregnancy ended approximately six

weeks prior to the expected delivery date when

suddenly no longer could I feel any movement

within my quite large belly.

A trip to the OBGYN followed by tests at the

hospital was the beginning of a nightmare.

Two weeks following the test results I delivered

a perfectly formed blond hair, blue-eyed son

who had succumbed to effects from the

incompability of blood types between mother

and fetus (address this topic in a future post).

Unfortunate was mannerisms from the paternal

parent following the loss. Normally at top of a

spouse’s support list, the man I loved chose to

near desert me via his actions and lack of
compassion.
It wasn’t easy; however, through faith I survived

this ordeal.
Ah, back to the ‘Rainbow baby‘, my miracle

son born two years later on the same exact

date as his brother near to the minute.

‘A bit unbelievable – 100 percent truth’.
Perhaps I should make reference to him as

my ‘Double Rainbow baby‘.
I thanked God for my 8 lbs. 10ozs. blessing.
Soo many good memories!!
I’m extremely proud of him and all his

accomplishments.








New Year – New Me

To those who followed me faithfully I’d like to wish:

Happy New Year 2022!”

During my hiatus I’ve been working on other projects

and learning all about self-love.

Imagine – a bit unbelievable and bit late in game called life.

If you’ve ever taken the time to be 100 percent honest with

yourself, you might be extremely surprised at the outcome.

Today (at least for now) I feel I’m in a much better place

emotionally with fresh new ideas for the year ahead 2022.

For the month of January, I’ve decided to participate

in a new process.

Each day will find me dedicated to completion of ‘one’

additional task.

In 2021 life, (me, myself and I) overwhelmed me and

slowly I was sinking like a ship, drowning in depression.

“Why doesn’t anyone offer to help senior citizens?”

If felt like nobody truly cared anymore. This was reality

not what some would refer to as self-pity especially

since I’d continued to tackle other responsibilities.

A bit bewildered I faced the fact: ‘It was time for change.”

The choice was totally mine.

I paid out-of-pocket for some professional cleaning

services.

On the first morning the woman delegated to help me

brought along her mother (additional help) since she’d

taken her Mom to an appointment earlier.

It seems I was fortunate to have two ladies assist me

and only charged hourly price for one.

A wakeup call that day when the older woman possed

a question to me.

The immediate look of shock on my face resulted in

her quick apology.

It’s certain I asked myself the same prior to being

asked same by a total stranger.

The question has stuck in my mind like an intrusive thought.

Difference is the remembrance triggers me to act with positivity.

So today I’m returning to Blogosphere in hopes to fill up

ALL the days in my January calendar.