Monday, January 10, 2011

Winter Weather

I've decided that I need either 1) undies made from dryer sheets or 2) to put said dryer sheets in my undies. But I think they would itch. *sigh*
The weather is making it to where I'm a lovely conduit for electricity. I walk two feet, touch metal, and lose a fingerprint. My hair currently looks like Nanny McPhee's BEFORE the children started behaving.
I am not, as they say, digging it.
I don't mind the snow. Not a bit. It's rather lovely. As long as it doesn't rain then freeze, all is copacetic.
But if I were to walk from one doorway to the other in my house, I could defibrillate someone. I'm scared to touch the handle on my desk drawer when I return to my desk for fear of stopping my own heart.
What is it about this weather that makes me transfer electrons left and right?
I don't know, but...BZZZZZZZZZZTTT!!!
Damn it!
Anyone got any bubble wrap?

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Blowing away the cobwebs

Hello all!
New year. New thoughts. All sorts of new. And I'm looking forward to it.
I could go on and on about all the shit that happened last year. The loss, the change, and the pain.
I choose not to.
That simple.
Onwards and upwards, my lovelies.
My girls, while still maddening, are healthy. My personal relationship is a magnificent strength. I have a job that I love.
I have a book coming out in June. *smile*
So goals for this year?
I want to be healthier for one. And why in the blue hell does this have to be so hard??? Why don't celery sticks taste like burgers? We can clone animals but can't tweak some veggies to be palatable? Our resources are being wasted.
I want to finish at least two of the books of the five book series I've started. That means less FB and more sitting on my ass and writing one word after another.
I rattled off a cute little short story for the Honey the other day. It was over 1000 words.
This just shows me I'm squandering time and potential.
Forget that.
It's the last year of my thirties, you know. I turn thirty-nine next month. And while forty doesn't bother me in the least, it's a bit of a wake-up call.
There's no reset button. This is it.
My life.
My World.
Time to bend it to my will.