Being Creative One Day at a Time

The Latest Thing? Tsu

Tsu (pronounced SUE) is a new social media site that’s a lot like Facebook in setup. One main difference between the two sites is that at Tsu it is possible to make money with your original content.

I heard about this site last week while browsing through random Bubbles. The idea was intriguing. Who wouldn’t want to earn money doing things they already do online for free?

Another difference between Facebook and Tsu is that you can only join Tsu by invitation or if you use another member’s short code. Once you join, you receive your own short code that you can use to invite your own friends or acquaintances.

Before joining Bubblews, I used to spend a lot of time on Facebook to keep in touch with family. I didn’t go around friending strangers like I’ve done here on Bubblews. The idea may sound weird, but how are you going to meet and learn about other people if you don’t interact with them?

I think Tsu may be helpful in that regards. It is interesting to read about other peoples ideas and opinions. Maybe it will help me to break out of this self-contained bubble I’ve found myself in (no pun intended).

It could happen.

I’d love to meet more Bubblews people on Tsu. Or WordPress or LiveJournal, or any of the other sites that I spend time on. The more the merrier, as they say.

Here is my short code:

If you are already on the site, feel free to stop by and say hello.


Insurance Form Frustration

Today was my day off, but it was far from relaxing.

It is Insurance Enrollment / Re-Enrollment time at my work. And, guess what? Our premiums are going up AGAIN. Thank you, Obama.

You must complete all forms online, either at work or accessing the site from home. The deadline is November 7th. If you miss the deadline, you are out of luck until the next enrollment period. Isn’t that just grand?

I don’t know why we can’t do things via paper like we used to. I believe I may have mentioned that I get frustrated (read VERY ANGRY) when trying to work on unfamiliar computer stuff. Add insurance nonsense to the equation and I suffer from a hefty dose of Irrational Rage.

Today was no exception.

It didn’t help at all that we were having some sort of ‘Compatibility’ issues. What was showing up on sections of the screen was a bunch of numbers and letters which made NO sense. Needless to say, I surged from zero to RAGE in six seconds flat.

Thank goodness for my husband. He is a calm, rational man. It was his idea to call the help number listed on the instruction sheet I had gotten from work earlier this week.

He placed the call, and once he got through to an operator, he handed the phone to me. After explaining the problem, the operator immediately put me on hold for a ridiculous amount of time.

Finally, we were able to clear up the problem. I finished filling out our insurance forms without another hitch. And I won’t have to worry about doing this for another year.


A Color Challenge

I read about this in a post yesterday and thought it was an excellent idea. Simply type in your favorite color into Pixaby and select one of the photos presented.

My favorite color is yellow, especially golden yellow. Weak, pastel yellows are okay, but are by no means my favorite. Let’s not even mention neon. NO THANKS. Golden yellow is a bright, bold yellow. It’s a color that stands up and demands attention.

The photo I selected depicts golden leaves against an October blue sky. Gorgeous isn’t it? While autumn is not my favorite season, I do admire its color schemes. Reds, yellows, oranges are colors which are warm, bold, and eye catching. Everything I’d like to be but am not.

I’ve noticed that while yellow is my favorite color, I don’t own a single article of clothing that is yellow. Except the hat and scarf I knitted last year, of course. I know that if I could have found a yellow I liked in the stores – a strong, bold GOLDEN yellow – no pastel or neon, please – I’d have more.

Flu Shot

When I got to the hospital today, I put my stuff in my locker and went straight up to the Centennial conference room. I could see from the door that there were a few people ahead of me, but the line was moving forward like a well-oiled machine.

One nurse handed me a piece of paper and asked me to fill out all the information and to sign my name and mark the date at the bottom.

No life-threatening egg allergies. Check. No adverse previous reactions to the flu shot. Check.

Good to go.

For some reason the nurse administered the shot right under the skin instead of into the muscle. I’ve no idea why. And I didn’t ask. She said it would leave a mark like a mosquito and to take a pain killer if it was bothering me.

Sure, no problem. A shot is a shot, right?

No!!! A shot is not a shot! That was the most painful shot I’ve had in YEARS!

I know I’m being a bit of a baby. But I’m glad I’ve got my flu shot out of the way, though. I don’t want to risk bringing home anything to my husband or family.

Have you gotten your flu shot yet?

Can I only pick one? Because I don’t know if I can pick just one. Maybe a few per season? Can I do that?

Why not? I’m going to do that.

My favorite sounds for Winter include the crunch of snow under my feet and the sharp cracking of ice breaking.

Spring brings the soft patter of rain and the beautiful chorus of birdsong with each sunrise.

Summer! Ah, Summer! My favorite season of all! You give me the ocean-like rustle of leaves, the deep rumbling of thunder, and the drone of the cicada.

Autumn, I have not forgotten you. Again, the rustling of leaves, but a sharper, drier sound. The shwish-shwish of kicking through a leaf-drift on the sidewalk. The honking of geese as they fly overhead to their winter vacation spots.

What are some of your favorite sounds?

I Was Approved!

Yesterday, I finally took the plunge and signed up to be a content writer for Postloop. Postloop is a site where you can earn money for posting on forums and commenting on blogs. How cool is that?

According to the site’s FAQ section, Postloop accepts writers from all countries. All writers must have excellent English grammar. They must pass an initial application process. And finally, after approval, writers must be able to accept payments via PayPal.

I am thrilled for yet another opportunity to earn money online. My husband thinks it’s a scam, but I will show him when I earn my first payment.

When I was a child, Halloween decorating meant bringing home some artwork from school. I remember collecting autumn leaves and gluing them onto construction paper. Coloring in scarecrow or a black cat line art drawing was also fun. That was about it. I mean, wasn’t dressing up and getting FREE CANDY enough?

The neighborhood sported its usual assortment of carved jack-o-lanterns. Witches with bubbling cauldrons or riding atop of broomstick were all the rage. Ghosts and goblins abounded, not to mention zombies and vampires.

Let’s not forget the black cats. Black cats everywhere.

These were simple things for a simpler time.

Today, I’m seeing a whole new side of Halloween – an over-the-top commercialized Halloween. And I don’t like it.

At work, the staff adorned the walls of nurses’ station with Halloween TINSEL. Driving home I spotted several displays of orange Halloween lights hanging from the eves and gutters.

I’ve even seen a Halloween Tree hung with the appropriate ornaments. I kid you not.

I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer, but Halloween TREES? What do they think this is CHRISTMAS? I can’t even begin to express how much I detest these new – or at least new to me – developments.

As far as I’m concerned, all this hoopla cheapens the holiday. It transforms it into just another BUY-BUY-BUY shopping extravaganza. It’s a frivolous burden on an already overworked checkbook.

If people want to empty their bank accounts for Halloween decorations, that’s fine. More power to them.

But I’m opting out of this commercial insanity.

Bah humbug.