Mandy Mentions: GROUP HUG!!!!

One of you asked if I’d do posts from time to time recommending things that I’ve found useful in one way or another. I think he had computer/blogging type stuff in mind, but I’m going to widen the possibilities to things in life that are just plain useful. And today I’m going to talk about why hugging is useful, or why social media is useful… Depends on how you look at it. Welcome to “Mandy Mentions”…

Haven’t you wondered why it’s so stinking easy to get sucked into social media?

Well, my bloggy-bffs, here’s why:

Sometimes referred to as the “cuddle” chemical, oxytocin — a hormone produced in the brain — stimulates feelings of trust and security, reduces anxiety levels and may even produce positive sexual side effects. It sounds like a miracle drug, so how does one get their hands on it? Perhaps, simply by tweeting. ~ from Mashable

So, some smart people did a test on this guy’s brain and discovered that his oxytocin shot up from tweeting.

This explains SO much about a lot of social media junkies I know… Oh my gosh it explains a lot.

You can read Mashable’s writeup here.

OR FastCompany’s full article reporting this fascinating (albeit limited) research HERE.

So, what do you think? Does your oxytocin level rise when you get your social media fix? Does facebook and twitter and blogging give you a sense of trust and security, bring down your stress level, and that other thing they mentioned up there ( :shock: )?

OH, and for those of you who know someone who can’t put the iPhone down – maybe they just need a hug.

“We have fried worms”

It’s time for another FUN FRIDAYYYYYY!!!!!

This online game situation will only take SECONDS of your time, and it’s kinda fun. So I think it fits into the category of fun friday.

Imagine yourself standing in front of a refrigerator making words with all the magnetized letters. Only there’s 10 other people standing with you – and they keep stealing your letters while you’re trying to spell. Granted, someone’s probably going to be inappropriate, but you can steal there letters to stop them. muahahaha.

I managed to spell out “we have fried worms” before someone messed with my letters:

It was all I could do not to sit there and cry through the party.

I don’t really talk about other people on this blog, because of the unspoken “don’t talk about other people” rule in blogging. But it’s time to make an exception.

I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you about Sis.

Sis is one of our office volunteers at The Chapel. She’s probably in her late 80s, but acts like a feisty 40 year old. Quick-witted, sharp, and disarmingly sarcastic. And she’s got some stories. Stories about getting her pilot’s license at 52. About being an award winning USO dancer. About life as a military wife. And about life as a kick-@%# mom.

She walked in the office yesterday with cake and ice cream. She asked me if everyone would be in that afternoon, because we were going to have a birthday party. It was Doug’s birthday.

It took me a good while to realize who Doug was.

They’d been married 65 years and, from what I’ve gathered, they were quite a pair…  But he died recently, within the past few years.

About an hour after she stuck her head in my office, the rest of the staff had come in from lunch. We passed out cake & ice cream, sat down at our conference table, and sang Happy Birthday.  Then we got her to tell some stories. You should’ve seen her face light up whenever she’d tell us about something he did.

I couldn’t help but think what this day meant for her, and wonder if I would ever walk in her shoes. Doug loved celebrations. At one point the conversation quieted down and she said “Well, Doug, we sure had a nice party for you” and it was all I could do not to sit there and cry.

What Happens When I Write…

So I told y’all that I was participating in a 21-day writing/yoga challenge, right? 800 words a day, yoga 5 days a week. Well, I managed to finish the insane thing.

And here’s some of what came out of it… Some stupid, some worth working on:

Friends are good. Complicated, but good.
___________
Greatness does not happen by accident.
___________
If the wrong choice is made, it cannot be undone by a simple explanation.
___________
385 words now. I’m nearly halfway there and very hungry.
___________
Some say pain helps us. Makes us stronger. When I’m in pain, all I feel is weak.
___________
Change changes things.
___________
The end of the day
is soft and is sweet
is shadow on cheek.
___________
How can I do more creativity?
explode.
I can explode.
Burst into a frenzy of making and creating and doing. Just let it all fly out of me without any hindrance of self-critique. Just let it flow…
___________
simple moments – how can I make my life more simple? how can I have less distractions and more focus? how can I continue to put the computer down in search of simplicity….?
___________
every time we enter a car and drive down the road, we are putting our lives in the hands of other drivers. how can we be so blindly trusting of complete strangers?
___________
the challenge in creating is not the new idea, but how to best represent the new idea to the rest of the world. What’s in my head rarely comes out correctly on paper, melody, or line.
___________
Fear is muted by the deaf ears of determination.


Any favorites? Anything I need to turn into a song?

If I were to pray right now…

Someone recently asked me if my songs were prayers. My answer? “Some of them are, I guess.”

I’m tired of the silence, so I wrote this one:

My heart shook
til I thought it’d lose it’s beat
My body ached
I couldn’t stand on my feet
I looked up to heaven
to clouds all around
I rattled & battled the wind
and hail falling down
Now in the end,
I don’t know where to begin

where were you
when my world fell through?

when nothing’s important
and everything was lost
don’t wanna point a finger
so you tell me who’s at fault
to curse the innocent
when no one’s to blame
the face of injustice
will always go unnamed
Now in the end,
I don’t know where to begin

where were you
when my world fell through

Now in the end,
I don’t take your hand.
and now in the end,
I don’t know where to begin
where were you
when my world fell through