What are your favorite emojis?

GET THIS. Did you know?

http://emojipedia

There’s your site for selecting an emoji to discover its meaning and when it was added to the lexicon. You can find out other emojis it pairs well with, as if it is some type of wine.

Much better prompts in my humble opinion: “Do you use emojis? Why or why not? What do emojis mean to you?”

I do use emojis because I text a lot. I like that they add a visual emphasis to what I am trying to say. I often add them for humor.

I would like to know how many people use the flag emojis. There are like 260 flags on the iphone emoji screen.

Looked through several text chats and my texting buddies use a smallish group of emojis. The namaste hands are popular, as are the emoji smiley faces.

Not sure how long the emoji search function has been a thing but being able to search encourages me to use emojis not typically in my emoji wheelhouse.

Would you LOOK at this???

You’ve heard “a picture is worth a thousand words?” Just remember: “an emoji is worth like two to ten words.”

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What topics do you like to discuss?

Risk, of course.

Depending on who I’m with,

when I’m not discussing risk,

I like to chat about

blogging,

weightlifting,

my family,

the Imago Dialogue,

what i’m going to be when I grow up,

things that make me happy,

things that make me unhappy,

and music,

especially PROG ROCK,

especially Frost* and Steven Wilson

So what shall we discuss first?!

When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

What the heck, WP? Why all this focus on risk? Are you at some kind of risk management seminar right now?

Is it obvious by now that I’m not a big risk-taker.

One of the riskiest things I have ever done was to have children.

How did it work out? It worked out the way things work out. Some highs, some lows, overall positive.

Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

My across the street neighbors and my next door neighbor are GARDENERS, all caps. Their gardens are tended to, lovingly cared for, in perpetual improvement, and regularly pruned. Could be an inspiration idk

Except that I know almost nothing about gardening. We have “plants” in our front garden. FH knows a thing or two and has made some beautiful gardens but not yet at our current home.

So I decided today I would embark on a slight beautification activity. One thing that has kept me from trying gardening is that I might do it wrong. Might pull up the wrong thing.

But today I threw caution to the wind and started in on the right hand bed. I even pulled up a few things I couldn’t swear are weeds. They were in the wrong place and, even to my inexperienced eyes, weren’t obviously a bush or plant we wanted to keep, so off with their heads.

I had wheeled the bin over to toss the weeds (probably also a gardening faux pas but whatever).

When I decided to move to the left hand bed I pushed the bin but somehow lost my balance. It was like being on a skateboard where the wheels move faster than the body.

My head slammed into the edge of the bin, my elbows and knees slammed down onto the concrete and the other edge of the bin met up with my shin in a decidedly painful fashion.

Since this is bin day, another neighbor out retrieving his bins saw the kerfuffle and yelled over to see if I was ok. In any situation where I am physically injured, bone sticking out notwithstanding, my stock answer will always be “I’m ok! I’m fine!”

However, all I wanted was to get in the house and lay down on the floor and cry. Which I did.

After a visit to the healing portions of the gym (steam, sauna, spa), I feel better. Worst after-effect is a giant bruise directly on the point of my elbow.

And there you have it. A risk I took that I do not regret. Remind me of that, please, when I lean on that bruised elbow!