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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I know I look a bit scary, but I don't bite, much  This is my blog. A place to torture people I don't know with rants, opinoins and just plain babbling so I can keep a few friends in the real world. If you like torture, come join me. Fix a cup of tea or coffee and sit back while I tell you about the time when.... |
| I broke down and bought the newest expansion of World of Warcraft today. It was a luxuary I should have skipped, but I am going to try to be reasonable about my time playing. I think I will succeed better this time around because I am playing with other people who have to work and therefore understand I cannot be on 24/7. In truth I do not even have the desire any more to be on all the time. When I went into work today, I kept it short and sweet. I was in and out in two hours. After, I believe, five sundays in a row, I want a break. Next weekend I will finally get it, but I am needed Saturday from 2 till 4 for the winter open house we had to cancel last month due to snow. If life doesn't kick me in the butt I will get this coming Friday and Sunday off, possibly even Monday. Woot. I got more of my writing book read and I may have inadvertantly convinced a friend of mine to self publish. She is a really good writer of science fiction and I think she should be published, but something is holding the industry back from noticing her. Maybe self publishing will get their attention and not restrict her writing. My friend sent in a story that had the hero forcefully heal the heroin's shakra's -- apparently this is considered mental rape and makes the story unviable for sale. Having read the story, I realize to change that would basically destroy the story. It saddens me that the story doesn't work because it really is a good read. I am beginning to wonder if the industry isn't making sure they can pretty much keep their writer's under their thumb before they ever consider publishing them. All the power struggles of today saddens me. I know there are stories out there that do not work, but there are some that do and don't get published because of greed or power trips. It makes me fear the day I finally take that step and send my baby out to be accepted or rejected. If it wasn't obvious by my mentioning I bought a game expansion, I went shopping today. Way too much money slipped through my fingers and now I am very poor for the week. Had I known how tight it was going to make us, I might not have bought the game. Oh well. We have plenty of food to make it through the week. We will just have to be careful about getting any extras. Well, I have nine minutes till bedtime. I work again tomorrow and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday. Hopefully this will make for a good check and allow me to splurge on transferring my lvl 80 to the new server. Considering how many days I have into leveling her to that, yes, I am willing to pay $25.00 to get her put on the new server. Have a great night or day. Hugs |
| Yesterday I said that one of the things holding me back from continuing to write my story was the house. Today I took the problem by the horns and wrestled a fair part of the day with it. Clothes are caught up till tomorrow night. The dishes were all caught up at one point and the floors are cleaner. In my opinion a floor is never truly clean. I also tackled the cat litter. It wasn't as much as I need to get done, but it was a good start. At about 3:30 today Ayron and I went out to buy him a new drill. It is a variable speed drill. He feels that it will make it easier for him to spin his wire for making links. The best I can explain it is.... he has this long rod just so big around. He attatches a thin steel wire to it and slowly spins it making a very long tiny ringed slinky. He then removes the wire from the rod and proceeds to cut each link till he has enough to make a project. All I can say is, "thank goodness he doesn't have to make the wire to size. As I understand it that is a real pain. That involves pushing or pulling a wire through ever smaller holes till you get it the right size. Ick! While we were at the Fleet store he also found his new winter coat. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it did fit and was in our price range. The best part is that since it is camaflauge I get to pick on him about not being able to find him. Yes, I know I have a strange sense of humor. We also got the girls some more wood chips for their coop. The girls seemed happy after they recovered from my moving them about. I haven't talked about Bun-bun in a while. I am of the opinion that she is a very happy bunny. It still amazes me that she keeps her hutch so immaculate. Not one accident has occurred in there since she moved in. Since I am not a bunny I can't swear that she is happy, but she seems to be content. She isn't trying to escape and doesn't show signs of distress. She may not be the house bunny I was hoping for, but she is a good outdoor bunny. After getting the needed items we came back home and I finally got around to reading a little more from my Revision and Self Editing book. I am well past the half way point now. I need to get online now and look up a few books that I want to get from the library and put a hold on them. The Revision and Self Editing book encourages free writing a lot. Not just about anything, but taking portions of a book you are writing or a discription you want to make and then just writing without caring how it looks. Afterwards you can then go back and pull out the nuggets of goodness if you find them. Kind of makes me think of panning for gold -- a whole lot of work for one little glimmer of goodness. The book also suggest reading and writing poetry. I am not much into poetry, but I guess it won't hurt me any to try reading some. I do know exactly when I got turned off to poetry. It was in tenth grade when the teacher had me read a poem about a pilot in an old plane and then told me that it really represented abortion. I couldn't see it and she acted like I had no brains and should just accept her word about it without an explanation. Our class was her first one after graduating college. She had the telling a person what to do and how great she was down pat, but she lacked in the explaining area mega much. I am wondering if I haven't gotten ahold of some bad poetry too because I can't remember any that I have really enjoyed. It is almost midnight here so I guess I should be thinking about heading off to bed. I don't work first thing in the morning tomorrow, but I do work so rest will prove helpful... Hugs. |
| Yesterday I said that one of the things holding me back from continuing to write my story was the house. Today I took the problem by the horns and wrestled a fair part of the day with it. Clothes are caught up till tomorrow night. The dishes were all caught up at one point and the floors are cleaner. In my opinion a floor is never truly clean. I also tackled the cat litter. It wasn't as much as I need to get done, but it was a good start. At about 3:30 today Ayron and I went out to buy him a new drill. It is a variable speed drill. He feels that it will make it easier for him to spin his wire for making links. The best I can explain it is.... he has this long rod just so big around. He attatches a thin steel wire to it and slowly spins it making a very long tiny ringed slinky. He then removes the wire from the rod and proceeds to cut each link till he has enough to make a project. All I can say is, "thank goodness he doesn't have to make the wire to size. As I understand it that is a real pain. That involves pushing or pulling a wire through ever smaller holes till you get it the right size. Ick! While we were at the Fleet store he also found his new winter coat. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it did fit and was in our price range. The best part is that since it is camaflauge I get to pick on him about not being able to find him. Yes, I know I have a strange sense of humor. We also got the girls some more wood chips for their coop. The girls seemed happy after they recovered from my moving them about. I haven't talked about Bun-bun in a while. I am of the opinion that she is a very happy bunny. It still amazes me that she keeps her hutch so immaculate. Not one accident has occurred in there since she moved in. Since I am not a bunny I can't swear that she is happy, but she seems to be content. She isn't trying to escape and doesn't show signs of distress. She may not be the house bunny I was hoping for, but she is a good outdoor bunny. After getting the needed items we came back home and I finally got around to reading a little more from my Revision and Self Editing book. I am well past the half way point now. I need to get online now and look up a few books that I want to get from the library and put a hold on them. The Revision and Self Editing book encourages free writing a lot. Not just about anything, but taking portions of a book you are writing or a discription you want to make and then just writing without caring how it looks. Afterwards you can then go back and pull out the nuggets of goodness if you find them. Kind of makes me think of panning for gold -- a whole lot of work for one little glimmer of goodness. The book also suggest reading and writing poetry. I am not much into poetry, but I guess it won't hurt me any to try reading some. I do know exactly when I got turned off to poetry. It was in tenth grade when the teacher had me read a poem about a pilot in an old plane and then told me that it really represented abortion. I couldn't see it and she acted like I had no brains and should just accept her word about it without an explanation. Our class was her first one after graduating college. She had the telling a person what to do and how great she was down pat, but she lacked in the explaining area mega much. I am wondering if I haven't gotten ahold of some bad poetry too because I can't remember any that I have really enjoyed. It is almost midnight here so I guess I should be thinking about heading off to bed. I don't work first thing in the morning tomorrow, but I do work so rest will prove helpful... Hugs. |
| Yes it is Friday still -- just barely. Once again I am heading off to bed, once again, I haven't accomplished half of what I should have, but I did have a pleasant meal out with my husband and for one more day I could pretend that life is hanging in the balance by the thinist of threads. I know I sound a tad melodramatic, but I blame it on being so tired and thinking so much about writing of late. Note the thinking of, not the doing of. I know I want to start back, but first I have to get the house back in order and get everything cleaned up, then I can sit down and pretend the world doesn't exist while I play games for a while .... then after getting comfortable I can spend a few minutes writing, realize I am exhausted take a nap and repeat again. One could pray that I get better at not playing so many games and take that energy and put it into writing instead. For tonight the games are done and I am going to crawl in my comfy bed next to my loving husband and hope to sleep the whole night through so that I will be able to climb back out of bed come seven tomorrow morning. I guess it is true what they say, " No rest for the wicked and the rightous don't need any." Have a wonderful night or morning as the case may be and I will try to check in tomorrow with some lively story that will keep you rivitted in your seat to the last period. Note the, "I will try" can't make any promises. Hugs |
| Started work this morning at 8:30 just as I said I would. I worked till noon and then found out that I could have a 2 1/2 hour break. That was wonderful because I was exhausted. See, I did go to bed like I said I should at 11 ish. maybe as late as 11:15, but when I got in bed, my arm hurt so bad I couldn't go to sleep. Finally at midnight I got up and took three more ibprofen. I think I fell asleep about 12:30. When 7:00 am rolled around I really hated my clock. Thankfully I got that long break and was able to come home and take an hour nap. It wasn't as much as I wanted, but enough to power me through the evening shift. It isn't even nine yet and I am ready for bed. I wish I could say TGIF but that doesn't completely help me. I work the three hour shifts both Saturday and Sunday. People keep telling me to think of the money. That still doesn't get me excited. Now, if I made what Aryon makes an hour, then I would be thrilled. I do have the pleasure of getting next Sunday off and I am not sure but I may get next Friday off too. Please understand, I don't mind work, but because of some of my ailments, I tire easy. Well, the day is now in my past and the next several days are much shorter and will be easier to deal with. Best of all I finally met the new girl and I have a very good feeling about her working out. My brother is babbling at me now and I find it hard to talk to him and type at the same time so I shall have to go. Have a good night. Hugs |
| I am giving myself seven minutes till I need to go crawl in bed. Why seven minutes. In seven - six now - minutes it will be eleven and I have to get up tomorrow at 7:00 am. I have an extra long day tomorrow. I start at 8:30 and work till 4:30 then I come back and work from 6:30 till 8:00. All of this does hinge on my being able to get out of bed tomorrow and function. Why might I not be able to do that? I did something to my right arm and it hurts horribly. I have no clue what I did. One moment it was fine, the next it hurt like -- you know.... My day seemed to slip through my fingers, but I know that I did accomplish a few things. I helped a young man to get some paperwork turned in so he can get medical assistance and I cleaned the house some. Not a great accomplishment, but better than none. I got another chapter read in my book on revision and though I didn't do it today, I have straightened out my book for publishing. No, it is not publishable, but now I can get to the paper to write comments when I do my rereading of it. My husband thought it would be a nice thing if I put the pages back to back in clear plastic holders. It looked cool, but did not help the process. Times up. Talk to you all more tomorrow. Hugs. |
| I know we are three days in, probably closer to four now. December was a very busy month for me. I finally finished up both the quilt and afghan I started earlier in season for Ayron. I also made an apron for a resident's wife. I was able to give it to her today. It made made my day to see how happy she was to receive it. Today I started rereading my my rough draft. It isn't horrible, but I am seeing some trouble areas that I will need to work on. My chapter endings are not right. From my reading the chapters are not supposed to end like a book would, but leave you wondering what will happen next. I seem to be wrapping every ending in a bow. Otherwise, the story isn't sounding too horrible to me. Being that I have been away for a while I would like to write a titilating account of my time. There isn't much to say. The crafts were mundane, but time consuming. Work is keeping me busy also. It is also being difficult, but I am of the opinion I can outlast most things and so I can outlast this too. Be well and have a good night or morning. Hugs, |
| I haven't disappeared. I haven't run away. I haven't spent all my time in bed waiting for death -- just Thursday and Friday of this last week. Some something with my sinuses and stomach. Thankfully it passed by yesterday. Being nausous and dizzy at the same time really really sucks. Np, I was not drunk and I can't possibly be pregnant, not this month! What have I been doing lately? Being social. I, the queen of sit in front of my computer and type ramblings and nonsense have been going out and talking to real live people -- opposed the the real not live people. LOL This month has flown by for me. I have written nothing, not that I write a lot anyway, I have crocheted very little and sewn even less. I HAVE visited my friend Alex almost every Wednesday, right after going to the Chinese resteraunt for lunch.(I keep inviting her, she keeps saying no) I have watched copious amounts of Gilmore Girls with my daughter in law. I have gone about town and babbled with people randomly. I have also spent hours at a time on the phone with my older half brother enjoying his company. (he never tells me I repeat things -- I am kind enough to not tell him he is repeating either.) I have made a hat for a friend of my son's and am in the process of making slippers for another friend of his. The washing machine broke down last Sunday and we have been without for a whole week as of today and that SUCKS! You don't appreciate your washer til it quits functioning. You don't know sadness until you are going to the laundry mat every other day because your family goes through your towels that quickly ( we have a good dozen and there are only three people in the house). We are headed there yet again this morning so we can have towels to wash with to get ready for our afternoon jobs. I go to work at the nursing home for a whopping three hours and Ayron has his paper route. I was going to babble longer, but I have to away to the laundry mat. Hugs to all |
| I woke up to a Blizzard today, This leads to the statement that my chickens are idiots. I look out and on top of the roof in the blowing snow are my two of my chickens looking dead. They were so cold that I was able to pick them up and toss them into their house without them moving. Hopefully out of the wind and snow they will be okay. I don't lock them in because their water bowl doesn't really fit in there and they need water. I bought them a nice heated water bowl last year and I keep it just outside the door so they don't have to get really cold or anything to get the water. I need to build a better Chicken house and pen for them, but that comes behind fixing at least the roof, unless I can get Ayron to dumpster dive more at work. (he works at a building company and can take the scraps. I wish I had more news to offer up, but I am drawing a blank at the moment, probably because I know my son and daughter-in-law are in the other room ready to hang out for the day. I guess I need to get going. Be well. Hugs |
| Of late I had been complaining of life's slowness. Well, that ended quick and in a hurry. One minutes I was going at my peaceful pace gliding through life blissfully then the next everyone seemed to want my attention. I have no idea what changed or how it changed, but life changed. About a week or a little more ago, suddenly I was needed here there and everywhere. I am still doing several hour long talks with my brother most nights after the husband goes to bed. Work is intense with no view as to its slowing down. We have the decorations up now, but the activities room is a scary mess. Lord what a mess. I have taken my own advice to heart and planned ahead for crafts this month and into next month. I even planned ahead in ordering for my baking. I did two weeks in a row of making sugar cookies. They are actually quite a bit of work. Fun, but work. This week showed me where I need to plan a little better for next week. I need a few more things to complete my guys next week. Something for eyes and mouths and buttons. Next time no gingerbread men, they don't look right purple. (the closest I could get to black) I could really get into this baking thing. Hehe. The daughter-in-law just came down. It is time to go watch Gilmore girls. (I am not complaining- like them very much, but it means my writing time is over for today) Hugs |
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