If it’s Friday the 13th, I must be happy. Or possibly just confused.

Hey there, awesome Moxie-Dude readers!

First of all I need to say something: “PHEW!”

Translation: Happy Friday!

I don’t know about you but this week has been crazy busy for me – in a good way. And while I usually reserve Fridays for the Out & About segment, I’ve barely had time to ~~get yelled at by my daughter while cooking~~ eat this week, never mind go on my weekly restaurant hunt.

And so I was thinking this morning at 2 a.m. – because apparently that’s when I do all my thinking – that since I don’t have a restaurant to review, I’ll review the week.

Good idea?

Great! Then let’s get started.

Monday

Wherein we experience a little family bliss . . .

Daughter: What’s that sound?

Me: It’s the dust burning off the stove.

Daughter: Oh.

To which we both turn back to our separate – yet very together – activities (daughter: homework / me: writing).

Tuesday

Wherein we share something . . .

I was snooping around the Internet and somehow landed on the 1910 book by Wallace D. Wattles entitled, “The Science of Getting Rich”. What makes this book interesting is that it’s the basis for The Secret.

It’s a quick and interesting read, whether or not you believe in The Secret.

Wednesday

Wherein we teach something . . .

I was asked for some blogging tips by a virtual friend and soon-to-be new blogger. (I don’t think it’s appropriate to mention any names but if I DID want to mention any, I’d definitely use the name Jennifer.)

So here’s a tidbit that can be used in any type of writing – no matter what your name is.

Write TO your audience, not AT them.

Insider secret: This is why I refer to y’all as awesome at the beginning of all my posts.

Thursday

Wherein we learn something . . .

Me (to some random parking attendant after he tells me how excited he is because a woman he likes just agreed to go out on a date with him): That’s great! Well good luck!

Him: Thanks but I don’t need luck. Luck is for people who don’t trust themselves. Me? I trust myself.

Me: Um. Okay. And how old are you?

Him: 22

Confession: I walked away from that conversation feeling both humbled and perplexed.

Humbled, because I may not have the greatest memory in the world but I’m pretty sure that I didn’t know the true meaning of “luck” at 22.

Perplexed, because I wasn’t even sure I understood what he just said. Luckily though (because I have my own definition of the word “luck”), I’ve mastered the art of nodding and smiling in cases such as these. It’s also important to walk away at the right moment – the “right moment” being just before the person you’re pretending to be on the same page with realizes that you have no clue what the hell they’re talking about.