Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt – Voice



Recently I had a mild shock…. I heard the sound of my voice., and not only was it not what I expected, I didn’t like it. I always thought that I had a somewhat husky timbered voice, but apparently it’s high pitched and whiney…. ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

Thank goodness I’m not the only one who doesn’t really like the sound of their voice.

According to Dr. William Cullinan , Ph.D Dean of BioMedical Sciences at Marquette University.

“The answer has to with the sensory apparatus for hearing within the middle and inner ear (i.e. deep in the skull). When we hear, a series of events occurs (sort of like a Rube Goldberg machine, except that it isn’t over-engineered) whereby sound waves (really pressure waves) are transduced or transformed into an electric signal sent to the brain and interpreted as hearing. When you ‘hear’ my voice, the sound/pressure waves leaving my mouth enter your ear, and the process of events happens in series. When you ‘hear’ your own voice, however, not only do the sound/pressure waves leaving your own mouth (call this the external stimulus) reach your ear and activate this series of events, but a second thing happens. The physical act of producing speech, which involves contraction of the muscles of the larynx (and others), creates a vibration that is translated through the neck to the skull where the entire auditory transduction apparatus is. This delivers a second (internal) stimulus to the apparatus. The combination of the two stimuli is what you perceive as the sound of your own voice.”

So I don’t like the sound of my voice, apparently I’m in good company, Denzel Washington, Johnny Depp and Meryl Streep don’t’ watch their own movies, maybe because the sound of their voices annoy the hell out of them to. I wonder if Adele says to her self, “self, how is it possible with a voice like that you were able to sell millions upon millions or records?” Let’s be honest, she’s probably never asked herself that.

So the next time you have a harsh comment about your voice, blame the air, blame the frequency, and blame the vibration….


WORKS CITED (for you freaking comment Nazi’s)

Etter, N. (n.d.). Summer 2014. Retrieved March 31, 2016, from http://www.marquette.edu/magazine/recent.php?subaction=showfull




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Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt – Conceal


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So yesterday morning, I went to the gym… And when you go often enough you tend to notice the regulars, you tend to notice the cliché’s (gosh it totally sounds like high school) and recognize the assholes real quick. Obviously I’m not working out at the most luxurious gym, it’s Planet Fitness, I pay 10 bucks a month and it’s a few block from my house.  There is this gentlemen who I see occasionally I’m sure he goes to the gym way more than I do; but that’s another story for another time…, he’s a larger man and he always gets on the treadmill; at least that’s when I see him.

His steps are slow, but steady and he stays on for maybe less than 10 minutes, then he gets on the bikes for about 10 minutes, them moves on to something else…..Well the buff guys who work the weight machines, you know the ones, the kind of gym who bring a gallon of water with them and wear those stupid belts…. said something, not sure if it was the first time they had this conversation, but it was the first time I heard it.  But something was said (I’m paraphrasing here) about how he can only stand to do five minutes,, and at that rate he’s never gonna lose weight. Then they started taunting him…I’m not sure if the gentleman heard them, but I did and it deeply disturbed me.

I’ve been fat most of my life, I’ve been fat shamed from the time I was little to family members poking my belly, to high school friends” telling me I would be pretty IF I lost weight. Hell I’ve fat shamed myself more often what is considered healthy… and let’s not even talk about how the media portrays heavier people… the point is every time I walk outside my door I know someone is judging me because I’m fat….. and it sucks.

I take a lot courage to decide you want to change your life, to decide to change the patterns of your everyday life and get healthy, it’s also not easy. I’ve been on this journey for 5 years, and I’ve had so many set backs, so many times that I’ve quit and started over, so many times that I have simply given up… because it’s easy. I don’t consider myself a confrontational person, I think for the most part I do an excellent job at keeping my emotions at bat….  but today I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry because they weren’t just talking about that man, they were talking about me. They were talking about every fat person who got on a treadmill and went their pace until they were out of breathe. And I decided to confront them. Now this could have gone all sorts of wrong. I told them that although they had every right to express their opinion, I have the right to do them same. And how dare you judge someone for taking the exact same steps you took to better themselves. Everyone’s journey is different and happens in their own time., “What if that was your brother?”, “Do you even know his story? Have you bothered to ask?:”

And here’s what I know. People are asshole  that’s never gonna change.  And I can’t conceal the fact that I’m fat. My fat is a small part of who I am….but if that’s the thing you need to judge me and other people one, clearly that’s YOUR problem…. not mine. And while I’m actively working on my “problem” I have to remember a heavier version of my battled two liver transplant, two comas and sundry of medical maladies and game out the victory. And I love ME and this size and what every size I’ll be a year from now…. and there’s no shame in that.

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Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. (Frivolous)





Here’s the thing I write for me, I write about what I want to at the moment, most if off the cuff, and probably doesn’t make any sense to anyone but me, but I write it anyway. I like it, I find it enjoyable and a creative outlet, and when I don’t do it I miss it . Now saying that here’s the thing:

Yesterday’s post (as is this one is being written at 4 in the morning) I was tired, and forcing myself to do a lakefront sunrise walk despite being in pain… I say a new challenge, I took it and I thought that I had the perfect picture found a poem. And yes there might have been some things that I may have forgotten…. for example I didn’t realize that didn’t add a header, I realized this while I was walking on the lakefront…. And Oh My God. I didn’t freaking properly cite Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I have created the ultimate sin and plagiarized .(eye roll) his poem. And after it was brought to my attention I did think about going back and correcting my mistake…. but really?

Now I admit being in pain has made me more sensitive that I need to be but for fucks sake are you serious, I appreciate my followers and am grateful and generally surprised when people want to follow this teeny, tiny blog that’s really about nothing. But seriously…. it my blog, you don’t have to like anything I write and you certainly don’t need to comment. I wanted to be 100 percent transparent and I approved the post, but I had to take a minute to quickly write something, maybe not super eloquent, but it was what I felt. a “Seriously do you think I stole the fuckin’ poem?” Only to be replied to in what I felt like my teacher was scolding me. Once again my reply was quick and concise “Thank you for you comment 9in this case) mean fuck you!

So here’s the take a way, if you don’t like what I post, that’s totally up to you, if something I said offends you that’s your right (although it’s not my intention) but please don’t come to my blog to school or educate me. For the record I do know to properly site a source, If I didn’t learn in high school, I learned in college, and what I didn’t learn in college got grilled into me when I was in grad school, and dealing with the ORI while writing the thesis certainly burned into my soul.

3 F bombs in one post (or was it 4). This entry was totally frivolous…. and in my opinion so was that comment.

Now I’m going to the gym to have a woosah moment.



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Photo challenge Share a photo inspired by a poem, verse, song lyric or story


A wind came up out of the sea,

And said, “O mists, make room for me.”

It hailed the ships, and cried, “Sail on,

Ye mariners, the night is gone.”

And hurried landward far away,

Crying, “Awake! it is the day.”

It said unto the forest, “Shout!

Hang all your leafy banners out!”

It touched the wood-bird’s folded wing,

And said, “O bird, awake and sing.”

And o’er the farms, “O chanticleer,

Your clarion blow; the day is near.”

It whispered to the fields of corn,

“Bow down, and hail the coming morn.”

It shouted through the belfry-tower,

“Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour.”

It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,

And said, “Not yet! in quiet lie.”

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