Hello World… Let source the crowd

My mind is going down the drain and I don’t mean in the sultry way. I have opted to take this day off of work to complete all of the school work for the week so that I don’t have to think about it for the rest of the week. This sounded like a great plan until I found myself sitting in front of this laptop, getting absolutely nothing done, for the past hour and forty-five minutes!

I chose to deal with the information technology coursework first.. This was mistake numero uno. The topic of the weeks work is crowdsourcing (using the people of the world wide web to get your business running strong). My task is as follows:

Chapter 13 contains a reading about a company called ModCloth using ‘crowdsourcing’ as a tool to build a successful business. After reading the article “Crowd-Powered: Why Doritos Lets Fans Make Its Super Bowl Ads” and watching the video, choose one of the other articles(“Crime solving by crowdsourcing”, “Science by crowdsourcing: MIT researcher creates online game to gather help unlocking brain’s mysteries”, or “Should we trust the wisdom of crowds?”)that interests you.Discuss how the Internet has influenced the power and pitfalls of crowdsourcing, citing the two articles to support your case.

Let’s be honest… I’m just not interested in reading the articles or doing the paper. I am finding it difficult to relate to the topic at hand. I usually find it easy to place myself in situations and create some some of magic even if the theme is totally foreign to me…. But the power of crowdsourcing? I think crowsourcing is awesome… the end! I wonder if that would be too short of a short paper. Thoughts? Ideas? willingness to write this paper for me?


Mood = Rihanna

My new favorites song  GRAPHIC WARNING

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For the Love of Mohawk

IMG_20160417_1334428_rewindThings don’t always go as planned. This is definitely evident in my life. I have learned a few things because of this. I have learned to go with the flow, and I have learned to cut my losses.

I stumbled across a magnificent little road trip that was all planned out and I really wanted to do it. Admittedly, it is probably not a road trip built for children, especially ones that don’t usually take long road trips. I saw this trip in my Facebook feed and you can find it on the website, it’s called The Ultimate Massachusetts Waterfalls Road Trip.

They have one for other states as well. The trip in total has about an 8 hour drive time and so it is a trip that would take your entire day, if you start very very early. We planned to set three days aside for the trip because there are 9 different locations and I knew the kids would never last the whole day. We made lunches and everything yesterday and planned to leave around ten this morning.

We got up and had a huge breakfast and hit the road right on time. Our first stop was Doane Falls, in Royalston. We made it there successfully and found a great place to park. The “hike” was not so much a hike and we found the falls quickly. The sounds of the falls was wonderful and the view was great too. We didn’t hike any of the unstable(not paved) terrain because it was just me and I couldn’t help them all so we saw and photographed, laughed and ate. I thought this was a great start.

We headed to our second destination. This is when plans became as fluid as the falls. We happened to catch a glimpse of some other streams and rivers as we drove right through the Mohawk Trails. We stopped and ran around a bunch of different places on the trail, played with sticks and found that the bathrooms are definitely locked if the gate is closed to vehicles.

We found out that carved statues can make mom make an illegal U-turn.

We learned the meaning of false advertising.


And that sometimes you just need a break..


And that when you think you’ve reached home, you may actually be about 58 miles away.


That says Ingleside but it is nowhere near CrazyTownLane.

We had a fantastic day of love, laughs, and nature. We even played alphabet food 3 times, alphabet famous people once, and alphabet drinks twice, on our two hour trip back home.

Nightmare in Crazy Town

My dryer is located on the back porch in a closet in my apartment. I have lived here for a while and over the past year the dryer has been slowing crapping the bed. It’s not a new dryer and it is my landlords dryer so I deal. I attempted to get a new dryer from a leasing place but they were all the ones with that need the huge outlet thing. My outlet thing is not connected and I really was not that pressed. If nothing else, I live down the street from a laundromat.

This morning, I went to the porch intending to get the towels out of the dryer and put some more things in. I open the back door and stepped out onto the enclosed porch.

Let me add something here. At least twice in the last year, I saw the back porch light on. It is a motion detecting light so the only way it comes on is, obviously, with motion. The first time this happened, I freaked out. He and I were home at the time, the boys were at their father’s place. I’m like in a full blown panic and I’m whispering that someone must be up here.

Normally people don’t panic when someone stops by, they may get slightly annoyed, but they don’t usually panic. We, the city of Crazy, had been experiencing a rash of home invasions and people were being threatened at gunpoint, tied up at tables, beat up, robbed and sometimes even shot, so unannounced visitors are usually cause for a little panic.

He grabs a kitchen knife and we head to the back(bringing a knife to a gun fight and all that jazz). He opens the back door and we investigate… Nothing was amiss.

The second time the light came on was just a few days ago, just me and the boys, and I had just kissed them goodnight. I saw the light on and looked out the peephole. I didn’t see or hear anything and had to put faith in the strength of my metal door and deadbolt. The investigation would have to wait until the morning and after I brought my kids to the some-what safety of school.

I looked back there and again, not a dust ball out of place.

Back to the story now… This morning I stepped onto the porch and heard a huge rustling. My heart thought fire and stopped, dropped and rolled. I quickly went back inside.. But these damn towels! more than half the stash!!! and now I would definitely have to go to the laundromat. I didn’t know what to do. First I thought rat, then opossum, then trapped bat. I finally settle on, this must be a raccoon.

I remember my uncle having a raccoon on his third floor porch way back in the day and it was a dangerous task removing it. I didn’t know what I should do or who to call. My mind went blank.

I felt like I needed some assistance. I needed a man to come get this damn raccoon off the porch so I can rescue my pocket from having to buy all new towels. I could not think of one single man for the job. I settled on a distraction so that I can handle it myself and I called my ex-husband. He is usually of no use but I needed to take my mind off of the huge beast in the back and needed someone to answer the phone if I didn’t make it to pick the kids up from school today due to death by raccoon.

He mumbled some crap about being at work and letting the cat check it out,  I wasn’t really listening, I was preparing my brain for battle. I was not going to let the cat out there because, although he is evil, he is still an indoor cat and would probably die too.

I grabbed my broom and steadied my heart. I banged on the door to the dryer room and the cat meowed in the background. The rustling noise got louder and louder, or maybe it was just the heart in the floorboards.

I linked my eyes and ears and trained them to the sound. I located it! It was coming from the shiny metal-ish vent thing that sends the dryer hotness outside. As I listened and watched the vent thingy move and shake, I noticed the defined sounds of whatever was in there. It sounded as if it was having a difficult time getting out. My brain went from raccoon to rat. I watched the thing move up and then fall down the incline. It didn’t even cross my mind that rats can’t fly, I was sure it was a rat… Until it made it to the top. I saw, through a small hole in the vent, what looked like a bird. It settle at the top of the vent until I tapped the vent with my broom and it flew away.

I was pissed! Why did the little creature want to hang out in my vent anyway? You can’t live here if you 1. don’t go to school on a full time basis or 2. don’t pay rent.

After further investigation, I found that this birdy was squatter. He had built a nest in the vent. It was probably 3 feet deep and packed tight. Even the vacuum couldn’t get it to budge, I had to go in by hand. He owes me money!




Today marks 25 years since I lost my father and sister.

I finally managed to find the markers. Apparently there have been many new additions to the lot and that is what was throwing me off my “feeling” game. I went this morning and headed to the office to find out what was up.

I never really thought about how expensive it is to die and they do not take cash. I was shocked by the UniPay fee schedule maxing out at $125 if you charge $4,000-$4,999…

I was handed a map with helpful details (other surnames that would guide me to mine) and sent on my way.


Almost as soon as I stepped out of my car (which I parked in the same spot both the times I was unable to locate them) I saw the markers. I half wondered if I was unable to locate them before because it was not the right time.

But I found them and that is all that really mattered. I placed the flowers and garden steaks between the two, talked my talked and headed into to see the paid bestie.

Although the prices are ridiculous (in my opinion) I think I will start a new savings goal so that I may get them a 2 grave monument and never have this locating problem again. It costs $2000 but it will be worth it in the future.


Lost Markers…

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the death of my father and sister. I have never had a concrete location of the markers, I have always gone on feeling… I know that sounds weird but, I drive all the way to the back and feels like this way and feels like that way. I park my car at the dead end (no pun intended) and walk towards the center of the area until I locate the markers. They don’t have headstones as of yet.

Last week, the kids and I picked out some nice enough fake flowers and metal birds and stuff to stick in the ground. We made the trip out to the cemetery and began the walk. Unfortunately the ground was covered in snow and it was rather blustery out, so we were not able to locate them that day.

Today, on the eve of their death, I wanted nothing more than to set those flowers and decorations so that anyone that went to visit them tomorrow would have a happier visit. We went out to the site and began our walk once again. We walked and walked around the whole area and we were unable to find them!

I am perplexed. I don’t know where they could have gone. They are unable to move themselves. I can imagine that you may be thinking that maybe we were on the wrong side… I assure you that there is just one place that is that close to the highway and filled only with markers in the ground. Where are my people???

I will return tomorrow

In the meantime, I smudged the house today and filled it with nothing but positive intentions. Follow me on Instagram