I'm over at Frightening Journeys today posting about my thoughts on the "Were" phenomenon.
Come check it out!
Grins*
Friday, January 30, 2009
The Ice Storm Cometh
I came to work Monday morning with the thought that perhaps Oklahoma would receive a bit of much needed moisture in the form of icy precipitation.
How very right I was.
The roads became so slick early that I left work at 11:30 am just to get my butt home before I couldn't make it at all. One of my co-workers told me that four of them stayed until five (our early closing) and that EVERY one of them fell in the parking lot and had to crawl to their respective cars.
Yeah. It was like that.
I, however, in my limited wisdom contacted Mr. Propane and had him deliver to me Monday even though I had 20% left still. What a forward thinker I am.
Tuesday the roads were impassable. We were in a "State of Emergency." Travel was NOT advised unless you absolutely had to. I didn't have to. Work was closed for which I'm thankful. And, of course, no school.
I took vacation Wednesday because little white car was still buried, and I thought it unwise to kill myself getting the little thing out of its hidey hole when I would surely end up in the closest ditch.
And, of course, no school.
Thursday became the day of possibilities. I did NOT want to spend another precious 8 hrs of vacation sitting home watching OC play PS2, MC harrass her sisters, and BC complain about everything. So I sucked it up (this was industrial suckage, let me tell you) and decided to drive to work.
I call it white knuckle driving because by the time I arrived in my occupational parking lot, I had to pry my fingers from the wheel. Unpleasant, to say the least.
Where were the chickens?
No school. Of course. So they kept me company. And it was not a good time. First of all, slammed would be putting it mildly. It was balls to the walls here, my friends. The phone rang off the hook. There was a small stampede when we opened the doors. You would think that we were the hottest ticket in town.
Well, I think we are. But I digress.
So now it's Friday. And I'm at work. Which really, looking at alternatives, isn't that bad. The chickens are STILL out of school. But there's a bit of separation between us right now so who am I to complain?
There are STILL large roadways that haven't seen hide nor hair of salt or a plow. And I'm rather glad the chicks aren't going to school. Their route is mostly dirt roads. And that translates to an icy ditch right about now. So they're kicked back at home. Probably torturing the hell out of each other. If pattern holds, and I'm sure it will.
I did write a bit. Pounded out about 6000 more words. And I love the story. It's wonderful.
So I'll wish everyone a happy weekend. Stay warm if you can.
Grins*
How very right I was.
The roads became so slick early that I left work at 11:30 am just to get my butt home before I couldn't make it at all. One of my co-workers told me that four of them stayed until five (our early closing) and that EVERY one of them fell in the parking lot and had to crawl to their respective cars.
Yeah. It was like that.
I, however, in my limited wisdom contacted Mr. Propane and had him deliver to me Monday even though I had 20% left still. What a forward thinker I am.
Tuesday the roads were impassable. We were in a "State of Emergency." Travel was NOT advised unless you absolutely had to. I didn't have to. Work was closed for which I'm thankful. And, of course, no school.
I took vacation Wednesday because little white car was still buried, and I thought it unwise to kill myself getting the little thing out of its hidey hole when I would surely end up in the closest ditch.
And, of course, no school.
Thursday became the day of possibilities. I did NOT want to spend another precious 8 hrs of vacation sitting home watching OC play PS2, MC harrass her sisters, and BC complain about everything. So I sucked it up (this was industrial suckage, let me tell you) and decided to drive to work.
I call it white knuckle driving because by the time I arrived in my occupational parking lot, I had to pry my fingers from the wheel. Unpleasant, to say the least.
Where were the chickens?
No school. Of course. So they kept me company. And it was not a good time. First of all, slammed would be putting it mildly. It was balls to the walls here, my friends. The phone rang off the hook. There was a small stampede when we opened the doors. You would think that we were the hottest ticket in town.
Well, I think we are. But I digress.
So now it's Friday. And I'm at work. Which really, looking at alternatives, isn't that bad. The chickens are STILL out of school. But there's a bit of separation between us right now so who am I to complain?
There are STILL large roadways that haven't seen hide nor hair of salt or a plow. And I'm rather glad the chicks aren't going to school. Their route is mostly dirt roads. And that translates to an icy ditch right about now. So they're kicked back at home. Probably torturing the hell out of each other. If pattern holds, and I'm sure it will.
I did write a bit. Pounded out about 6000 more words. And I love the story. It's wonderful.
So I'll wish everyone a happy weekend. Stay warm if you can.
Grins*
Thursday, January 22, 2009
The eye twitcheth
In no particular order:
There are NOT enough hours in the day. I don't care if you're Dr. Phil or Dr. Wayne Dyer...it's all a LIE!!!
Teenage girls will hit a period of time when the mirror is their friend. Which makes it extremely frustrating for the Mama to fix her hair.
I feel like I'm going to be stuck at 60,000 words FOREVER on WATS. ACK! Okay. *deep breath* Not really. Sheesh.
Is it Friday yet?
It's only important if someone else wants it.
When I want attention, I can't get any. However, when I want to lay low, that's when the middle button of a blouse is missing.
Oklahoma weather--Today 77. Tomorrow 60. Next week? Who knows. But leaving the house this morning when it's a balmy 32 with a sleeveless thin shirt on was not the best of ideas.
People invariably suck at one time or another. But it's the optimist in me that believes they'll get over it.
Grins*
There are NOT enough hours in the day. I don't care if you're Dr. Phil or Dr. Wayne Dyer...it's all a LIE!!!
Teenage girls will hit a period of time when the mirror is their friend. Which makes it extremely frustrating for the Mama to fix her hair.
I feel like I'm going to be stuck at 60,000 words FOREVER on WATS. ACK! Okay. *deep breath* Not really. Sheesh.
Is it Friday yet?
It's only important if someone else wants it.
When I want attention, I can't get any. However, when I want to lay low, that's when the middle button of a blouse is missing.
Oklahoma weather--Today 77. Tomorrow 60. Next week? Who knows. But leaving the house this morning when it's a balmy 32 with a sleeveless thin shirt on was not the best of ideas.
People invariably suck at one time or another. But it's the optimist in me that believes they'll get over it.
Grins*
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Beyond frustrating
How much do I absolutely LOVE getting a call from the principal of the girls' school?
O
M
G
It utterly pisses me off. First, I believe I've stated my utter loathing for receiving calls at work. It is almost never good. Except when the Mom or Sis calls.
But having a first-year principal proceed to tell me how unruly my child is in three different classes quite crawls up my ass. And I will concede that BC can be quite an opinionated overbearing pill.
I admit that. My God. I'm her MOTHER! I KNOW these things.
But I also can see where two of these classes also have different problem children and two teachers who have no concept on how to control a class.
Period.
In fact...and I don't know if I've shared this story before or not-but what the hell-it deserves a retelling...one of these teachers sent MC and some of her friends to this office because they were calling her "stupid"
(wait for it....)
IN THEIR HEADS!
Okay. Can you grasp how frustrated I am? I think it's fairly obvious.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
So instead of me being a somewhat happy camper this evening, I could've cheerfully strangled BC. And the principal ticks me off because he wants to blame the students for EVERYTHING!!!
My GOD! Do your fucking job! BE a damn principal!
And since I still feel the need to air it out, I brought up the teacher with the mental problems. Apparently she was sitting right there by Mr. Principal as he talked to me on the phone.
*eye roll*
Jesus
So he asks...Do you want to talk to her?
My response...God, no! And then I proceed to explain that I personally think she is a horrible instructor, and I cannot WAIT for NONE of my girls to have her. HA!
And so he hems and haws about how wonderful she is.
Yeah. Bullshit.
This is a teacher who does some crap jobs so I'm sure they'll keep her just for that. Because let me tell you, the chickie has some major problems.
But this, in NO way, excuses BC and her mouth.
Um...no.
So BC's plans for this weekend?
Gone. So so very damn gone. And she's now grounded for two weeks. Because I think that's only right. And considering the mental agony I've had to endure by listening to the principal's prattle, I should add extra time for pain and suffering for the Mama.
ick
So that's that.
Grins*
O
M
G
It utterly pisses me off. First, I believe I've stated my utter loathing for receiving calls at work. It is almost never good. Except when the Mom or Sis calls.
But having a first-year principal proceed to tell me how unruly my child is in three different classes quite crawls up my ass. And I will concede that BC can be quite an opinionated overbearing pill.
I admit that. My God. I'm her MOTHER! I KNOW these things.
But I also can see where two of these classes also have different problem children and two teachers who have no concept on how to control a class.
Period.
In fact...and I don't know if I've shared this story before or not-but what the hell-it deserves a retelling...one of these teachers sent MC and some of her friends to this office because they were calling her "stupid"
(wait for it....)
IN THEIR HEADS!
Okay. Can you grasp how frustrated I am? I think it's fairly obvious.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
So instead of me being a somewhat happy camper this evening, I could've cheerfully strangled BC. And the principal ticks me off because he wants to blame the students for EVERYTHING!!!
My GOD! Do your fucking job! BE a damn principal!
And since I still feel the need to air it out, I brought up the teacher with the mental problems. Apparently she was sitting right there by Mr. Principal as he talked to me on the phone.
*eye roll*
Jesus
So he asks...Do you want to talk to her?
My response...God, no! And then I proceed to explain that I personally think she is a horrible instructor, and I cannot WAIT for NONE of my girls to have her. HA!
And so he hems and haws about how wonderful she is.
Yeah. Bullshit.
This is a teacher who does some crap jobs so I'm sure they'll keep her just for that. Because let me tell you, the chickie has some major problems.
But this, in NO way, excuses BC and her mouth.
Um...no.
So BC's plans for this weekend?
Gone. So so very damn gone. And she's now grounded for two weeks. Because I think that's only right. And considering the mental agony I've had to endure by listening to the principal's prattle, I should add extra time for pain and suffering for the Mama.
ick
So that's that.
Grins*
EARTH GODDESS!!!
Hie ye to the front page of Fictionwise.
Um...now.
*grins*
Earth Goddess has made its debut, and I'm excited!!!
Here's the blurb:
May Fairchild was a child actor until a tragic accident cut her dreams, and almost her life, short. She limped away from acting and began a new life for herself. Childish dreams were tucked away, and a new foundation was built. May is set in her ways and believes herself to be in the twilight of her years with no time for romantic nonsense. When Chandler Hughes moves in next door, May’s world alters. Her young neighbor sees May in a new light. Chandler won’t back down. May won’t give in. Eden is the Earth Goddess who has already helped May come out of the dark once when all was lost. Can she show her the light again?
****
This is the final book of the Elemental Guardian series. And I love it.
Check it out!
Grins*
Um...now.
*grins*
Earth Goddess has made its debut, and I'm excited!!!
Here's the blurb:
May Fairchild was a child actor until a tragic accident cut her dreams, and almost her life, short. She limped away from acting and began a new life for herself. Childish dreams were tucked away, and a new foundation was built. May is set in her ways and believes herself to be in the twilight of her years with no time for romantic nonsense. When Chandler Hughes moves in next door, May’s world alters. Her young neighbor sees May in a new light. Chandler won’t back down. May won’t give in. Eden is the Earth Goddess who has already helped May come out of the dark once when all was lost. Can she show her the light again?
****
This is the final book of the Elemental Guardian series. And I love it.
Check it out!
Grins*
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I. Am. Bored.
It's my late night to work. And the evening stretches out in front of me like a desolate highway.
Oye
I'm on dinner break now. Surfed around to the local news sites to see what was up. Not a whole lot, as a matter of fact. Checked my MySpace. All my emails.
*drumming fingers on desk*
Yeah. Five more hours of this, and I'm golden.
The good news being that if I make it through tomorrow (let's all keep our fingers crossed, shall we?) then I have FOUR days off in a row. I took Friday off. The weekend is mine anyway. We're closed Martin Luther King Day.
The bad news is that I expected my W-2's in tomorrow. And it isn't happening.
Damn it.
Brought WATS on my flash drive and may work on that a bit this evening in the lull. If there is a lull. I could be lullless. Who knows? I do, however, know that I shall be here until nine o'clock this fine evening.
It's fantastic, I tell ya. Flippin' fantastic.
And by the time the evening ends, I'll be freezing my ass off because that lovely arctic air that is jacking up several other parts of the U.S. is headed my way. Possible flurries tomorrow. We shall see.
And totally off the subject...I have a new favorite song. Look up Pink on YouTube and check out "Sober." It's listed as "Unsuitable for Minors" because some asswipe doesn't know his/her ass from his/her elbow.
But here are the lyrics:
I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or the girl who never wants to be alone
I don't wanna be that call at 4 o'clock in the morning
'Cos I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home
Aahh the sun is blinding
I stayed up again
Oohh, I am finding
That's not the way I want my story to end
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like protection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
I won't remember, save your breath, 'cos what's the use?
Aahh, the night is calling?
And it whispers to me softly come and play
But I, I am falling
And If I let myself go I'm the only one to blame
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I'm coming down, coming down, coming down
Spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round
Looking for myself - SOBER (x2)
When it's good, then it's good, it's so good till it goes bad
Till you're trying to find the you that you once had
I have heard myself cry, never again
Broken down in agony just tryna find a fit
Ooo Oooo
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober
OOooo OOoo
No Pain
Inside
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
How do I feel this good sober?
Will I ever feel this good sober?
Tell me, No no no no no pain
How do I feel this good sober?
************************************
Grins*
Oye
I'm on dinner break now. Surfed around to the local news sites to see what was up. Not a whole lot, as a matter of fact. Checked my MySpace. All my emails.
*drumming fingers on desk*
Yeah. Five more hours of this, and I'm golden.
The good news being that if I make it through tomorrow (let's all keep our fingers crossed, shall we?) then I have FOUR days off in a row. I took Friday off. The weekend is mine anyway. We're closed Martin Luther King Day.
The bad news is that I expected my W-2's in tomorrow. And it isn't happening.
Damn it.
Brought WATS on my flash drive and may work on that a bit this evening in the lull. If there is a lull. I could be lullless. Who knows? I do, however, know that I shall be here until nine o'clock this fine evening.
It's fantastic, I tell ya. Flippin' fantastic.
And by the time the evening ends, I'll be freezing my ass off because that lovely arctic air that is jacking up several other parts of the U.S. is headed my way. Possible flurries tomorrow. We shall see.
And totally off the subject...I have a new favorite song. Look up Pink on YouTube and check out "Sober." It's listed as "Unsuitable for Minors" because some asswipe doesn't know his/her ass from his/her elbow.
But here are the lyrics:
I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or the girl who never wants to be alone
I don't wanna be that call at 4 o'clock in the morning
'Cos I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home
Aahh the sun is blinding
I stayed up again
Oohh, I am finding
That's not the way I want my story to end
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like protection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
I won't remember, save your breath, 'cos what's the use?
Aahh, the night is calling?
And it whispers to me softly come and play
But I, I am falling
And If I let myself go I'm the only one to blame
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I'm coming down, coming down, coming down
Spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round
Looking for myself - SOBER (x2)
When it's good, then it's good, it's so good till it goes bad
Till you're trying to find the you that you once had
I have heard myself cry, never again
Broken down in agony just tryna find a fit
Ooo Oooo
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober
OOooo OOoo
No Pain
Inside
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
How do I feel this good sober?
Will I ever feel this good sober?
Tell me, No no no no no pain
How do I feel this good sober?
************************************
Grins*
Monday, January 12, 2009
Weekend Update
Wow.
That sucker flew by kind of quick, didn't it?
Friday evening was nothing much. The girls and I stayed home. We went to the local junior college and watched two basketball games Saturday. MC brought along T. OC and MC are in a program called Gear Up. It's a federally funded program that tracks the kids to see if all the extra activities and help for the kids makes a difference in their lives. It's fantastic!!!
The kids go on field trips. Have access to tutors. There are all sorts of perks.
Another perk being that the two oldest chickens, BC, and I all got in free to the games. And the rest of the seasons home games will be the same.
EXCELLENT!
*channeling Wayne and Garth*
We plan on being at quite a few future games.
And I wrote!!! Yep. Back in the ol' swing of things. Wrote almost 6000 words Sunday. Zipped right along. And I loved it. Popped ye old headphones on and went to town.
Finally took down the Christmas tree.
oye
Then I watched The Tudors on DVD.
Can I just say...yummy? It's certainly nothing that I'd let the chickens watch, but I loved it. Keep in mind it's a Showtime production. K?
And really, it fired my interest in the time period so I spent this morning on Wikipedia delving into the history of Henry VIII, and his many trials and tribulations as King.
The man had problems. That's all I'm saying. Oh, and the couldn't keep it in his pants.
There. I'll say that, too.
*grins*
This morning rolled around entirely too quickly, and I'm still rubbing sleep out of my eyes.
How about y'all?
Anything new and different?
Grins*
That sucker flew by kind of quick, didn't it?
Friday evening was nothing much. The girls and I stayed home. We went to the local junior college and watched two basketball games Saturday. MC brought along T. OC and MC are in a program called Gear Up. It's a federally funded program that tracks the kids to see if all the extra activities and help for the kids makes a difference in their lives. It's fantastic!!!
The kids go on field trips. Have access to tutors. There are all sorts of perks.
Another perk being that the two oldest chickens, BC, and I all got in free to the games. And the rest of the seasons home games will be the same.
EXCELLENT!
*channeling Wayne and Garth*
We plan on being at quite a few future games.
And I wrote!!! Yep. Back in the ol' swing of things. Wrote almost 6000 words Sunday. Zipped right along. And I loved it. Popped ye old headphones on and went to town.
Finally took down the Christmas tree.
oye
Then I watched The Tudors on DVD.
Can I just say...yummy? It's certainly nothing that I'd let the chickens watch, but I loved it. Keep in mind it's a Showtime production. K?
And really, it fired my interest in the time period so I spent this morning on Wikipedia delving into the history of Henry VIII, and his many trials and tribulations as King.
The man had problems. That's all I'm saying. Oh, and the couldn't keep it in his pants.
There. I'll say that, too.
*grins*
This morning rolled around entirely too quickly, and I'm still rubbing sleep out of my eyes.
How about y'all?
Anything new and different?
Grins*
Friday, January 09, 2009
WATS
This was my fallback novel. The one I worked on while tapping through Earth Goddess and Wind Goddess. A rather steady stream of words centered around a story that can make me smile by rereading it.
With all other contracted works finished (Thank you, God!), then I can fully concentrate on this little gem.
I like it.
It's already around 51,000 words. I'm targeting 90,000. And for those that have read me for awhile, you know that for me...it's a lengthy piece. And you're probably also aware that I must multi-write.
So there's this story...*grins*
And I'm considering targeting a Teen audience. Let me simply say this has NEVER crossed my mind before. EVER. But when this story idea came to me, I knew it wasn't Erotic Romance. That was certain. Now I simply have to feel it out and see where it fits.
*pondering*
You'll be the second to know.
Grins*
With all other contracted works finished (Thank you, God!), then I can fully concentrate on this little gem.
I like it.
It's already around 51,000 words. I'm targeting 90,000. And for those that have read me for awhile, you know that for me...it's a lengthy piece. And you're probably also aware that I must multi-write.
So there's this story...*grins*
And I'm considering targeting a Teen audience. Let me simply say this has NEVER crossed my mind before. EVER. But when this story idea came to me, I knew it wasn't Erotic Romance. That was certain. Now I simply have to feel it out and see where it fits.
*pondering*
You'll be the second to know.
Grins*
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Crystal. Party of one.
I fit in.
I don't fit in.
Either works, depending on my mood.
But I find that as I age, gracefully (heh), that I want to be around my friends and people my age. I want that connection I had back in high school with people. The inner circle who know who I am and can appreciate that. Who listen and don't judge. Who will commiserate and not give advice I don't really want. And then give advice when I really damn need it.
It's something for me to work on this year.
My birthday is next month.
I want to go out.
Let me just say that it doesn't bother me to go out by myself. Bar or no. And yes, it's usually a bar. *grins*
But I feel reticent this time for some unknown reason. Will I still go out?
Yeah, probably.
I didn't go last year. Wish I had.
But I think I'll work on reconnecting with those I've lost touch with.
It's been my kids as a priority for so long that I've lost track of the social side of myself. So there are changes in the air.
On a related topic, when I broached the subject of my impending bar trip, MC popped off with...Who's going to watch us?
OC raised her hand. "Me."
Pandemomium broke loose.
I'm like...Hey!!! You're teenagers. I'm not going to be gone all night. You'll be okay. *snort*
Now. The fun begins when they see what I plan on wearing.
Grins*
I don't fit in.
Either works, depending on my mood.
But I find that as I age, gracefully (heh), that I want to be around my friends and people my age. I want that connection I had back in high school with people. The inner circle who know who I am and can appreciate that. Who listen and don't judge. Who will commiserate and not give advice I don't really want. And then give advice when I really damn need it.
It's something for me to work on this year.
My birthday is next month.
I want to go out.
Let me just say that it doesn't bother me to go out by myself. Bar or no. And yes, it's usually a bar. *grins*
But I feel reticent this time for some unknown reason. Will I still go out?
Yeah, probably.
I didn't go last year. Wish I had.
But I think I'll work on reconnecting with those I've lost touch with.
It's been my kids as a priority for so long that I've lost track of the social side of myself. So there are changes in the air.
On a related topic, when I broached the subject of my impending bar trip, MC popped off with...Who's going to watch us?
OC raised her hand. "Me."
Pandemomium broke loose.
I'm like...Hey!!! You're teenagers. I'm not going to be gone all night. You'll be okay. *snort*
Now. The fun begins when they see what I plan on wearing.
Grins*
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
I feel pretty! Oh so, pretty!
Isn't that GORGEOUS???
*grins*
The entire Elemental Guardian Series available in ebook format May 2009.
Grins*
Monday, January 05, 2009
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!
As I live and breathe.
And yes, I do still live and breathe. It was touch and go there for awhile, but I've weathered the damn end-of-the-year storm.
This year ought to be a busy one.
I have the OLA Conference in April. My 20 year reunion in June or July. Red Dirt in November. Plus all the other goodies sandwiched in-between.
The holidays were nice, but I really was glad to say...GOOD BYE!!! I am so done with you!!!
Note the exclamation points.
So yeah. I was pretty damn serious.
Went shopping Friday after work and Saturday. Watched Twilight Saturday with the chickens. It was okay. I'm not a teen girl anymore (Thank you, God!) so I probably didn't relate to it on that level. I did, however, enjoy the romance.
I also took the loaner car in for an oil change and wipers.
O
M
G
Tell me something. When a mechanic parks your car and leaves it in reverse, causes you to majorly freak out and call AAA, shouldn't there be some sort of perk for the traumatized soul?
I would think...yeah.
But after my minor meltdown, I went back to the car, noted it was in reverse (for Pete's sake!!! Seriously???) and popped it in park. Started right up. Of course, the AAA guy just pulled up, and I had to explain the automotive clusterfuck that seems to be my gift. He was very understanding. It was highly appreciated.
The girls went back to school today. But not even an hour after I arrived at work, I received the dreaded call. Let me explain. I LOATHE getting calls at work. It's never any good news. There has been news of illness, swats, and misbehavior. Do I like a co-worker telling me I have a call on Line 3?
Not so much.
So I retrieve OC and shuffle her ass off to the house where she can feel better. But this always costs me at least an hour of work. Ugh
And it's been one hell of a long day, anyway, quite frankly.
Here's a summation over the break:
I discovered J.A. Konrath. (Go forth and read his books. You shall enjoy.)
I cleaned.
I listed my newest year and things that I want/need/desire.
I worked. (Of course. pft)
That's really about it. I'm sure I'm glossing over quite a few facts, but I need to pace myself. It's been three weeks, ya know.
Grins*
And yes, I do still live and breathe. It was touch and go there for awhile, but I've weathered the damn end-of-the-year storm.
This year ought to be a busy one.
I have the OLA Conference in April. My 20 year reunion in June or July. Red Dirt in November. Plus all the other goodies sandwiched in-between.
The holidays were nice, but I really was glad to say...GOOD BYE!!! I am so done with you!!!
Note the exclamation points.
So yeah. I was pretty damn serious.
Went shopping Friday after work and Saturday. Watched Twilight Saturday with the chickens. It was okay. I'm not a teen girl anymore (Thank you, God!) so I probably didn't relate to it on that level. I did, however, enjoy the romance.
I also took the loaner car in for an oil change and wipers.
O
M
G
Tell me something. When a mechanic parks your car and leaves it in reverse, causes you to majorly freak out and call AAA, shouldn't there be some sort of perk for the traumatized soul?
I would think...yeah.
But after my minor meltdown, I went back to the car, noted it was in reverse (for Pete's sake!!! Seriously???) and popped it in park. Started right up. Of course, the AAA guy just pulled up, and I had to explain the automotive clusterfuck that seems to be my gift. He was very understanding. It was highly appreciated.
The girls went back to school today. But not even an hour after I arrived at work, I received the dreaded call. Let me explain. I LOATHE getting calls at work. It's never any good news. There has been news of illness, swats, and misbehavior. Do I like a co-worker telling me I have a call on Line 3?
Not so much.
So I retrieve OC and shuffle her ass off to the house where she can feel better. But this always costs me at least an hour of work. Ugh
And it's been one hell of a long day, anyway, quite frankly.
Here's a summation over the break:
I discovered J.A. Konrath. (Go forth and read his books. You shall enjoy.)
I cleaned.
I listed my newest year and things that I want/need/desire.
I worked. (Of course. pft)
That's really about it. I'm sure I'm glossing over quite a few facts, but I need to pace myself. It's been three weeks, ya know.
Grins*
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I'm not dead
I'm just doing a good impression of it.
Have I already stated what a hard time I have this time of year? Well. It needs to be stated again. This time of year sucks for me.
Van broke down. Over a thousand dollars to fix it. Called the propane people, and it took them three fucking days to get their damn truck to my house. I am SO displeased. They had the money on the account, but they couldn't seem to find my damn house.
Bastards.
I got nothing left.
Just a bunch of to-do's floating around in my head. A spark or two for stories. I'm hanging onto those babies. But basically I'm simply surviving.
This is not a mode I particularly like.
I'm overwhelmed. Burned out. Barely functioning.
'Taint pretty. But I seem to be doing a bit better the past day or so. The desire to take a long walk off a short pier has left. Playing in traffic no longer sounds reasonable.
So I'd say that things are looking up.
Grins*
Have I already stated what a hard time I have this time of year? Well. It needs to be stated again. This time of year sucks for me.
Van broke down. Over a thousand dollars to fix it. Called the propane people, and it took them three fucking days to get their damn truck to my house. I am SO displeased. They had the money on the account, but they couldn't seem to find my damn house.
Bastards.
I got nothing left.
Just a bunch of to-do's floating around in my head. A spark or two for stories. I'm hanging onto those babies. But basically I'm simply surviving.
This is not a mode I particularly like.
I'm overwhelmed. Burned out. Barely functioning.
'Taint pretty. But I seem to be doing a bit better the past day or so. The desire to take a long walk off a short pier has left. Playing in traffic no longer sounds reasonable.
So I'd say that things are looking up.
Grins*
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
In Absentia
I would love to report that in this lengthy absence I was a productive, happy, healthy individual.
I would be lying out my ass.
So let's break it down and see what I HAVE done.
Hmmmmmmm
I gained five pounds. I swear. Thanksgiving is the ONLY day I can eat Velveeta dip with ro-tel and sausage and call it breakfast. pft
I had to have my brakes fixed. Driving into town from twenty-five miles out with no brakes does NOT give one warm fuzzies.
I received a call today from the girls' school that MC chose to receive swats for a disciplinary problem. Now. Tell me how damn smart it is to refuse to move to another seat when you are caught talking/laughing/disrupting class. Not too damn smart when your actions mean that you won't be seeing "Twilight" this year. Much less with your best friend, her bf, and your crush du jour. Sucks, don't it?
I haven't written one single word. I don't think jotting down a title and premise sentence count. Do you? Of course, that's how The Portrait came to be. *pondering*
In other words, I haven't done much of anything. I spent Sunday on the couch. I feel as though all I do is run around with errands when I'm not working. My ass is dragging. My ulcer is flaring. I am displeased.
I did, however, do a bit of online shopping. Feeling pretty froggy about that. But my teeter totter is still leaning in the "screw a bunch of this" direction.
*sigh*
I would be lying out my ass.
So let's break it down and see what I HAVE done.
Hmmmmmmm
I gained five pounds. I swear. Thanksgiving is the ONLY day I can eat Velveeta dip with ro-tel and sausage and call it breakfast. pft
I had to have my brakes fixed. Driving into town from twenty-five miles out with no brakes does NOT give one warm fuzzies.
I received a call today from the girls' school that MC chose to receive swats for a disciplinary problem. Now. Tell me how damn smart it is to refuse to move to another seat when you are caught talking/laughing/disrupting class. Not too damn smart when your actions mean that you won't be seeing "Twilight" this year. Much less with your best friend, her bf, and your crush du jour. Sucks, don't it?
I haven't written one single word. I don't think jotting down a title and premise sentence count. Do you? Of course, that's how The Portrait came to be. *pondering*
In other words, I haven't done much of anything. I spent Sunday on the couch. I feel as though all I do is run around with errands when I'm not working. My ass is dragging. My ulcer is flaring. I am displeased.
I did, however, do a bit of online shopping. Feeling pretty froggy about that. But my teeter totter is still leaning in the "screw a bunch of this" direction.
*sigh*
p.s. Did anybody feed Periwinkle???
Friday, November 21, 2008
The Sandman Sucks
I've been awake since a little after four. I didn't go to bed until 11:36 pm.
That is a NAP. That is not a night's sleep. At least, not for me.
pft
Usually I get up, go to the bathroom, and toddle back to bed for a couple of hours to try and recuperate.
Not so much this morning. Why? Couldn't tell ya. But I'm not remotely pleased about this.
I've already warned the girls that we would not be going ANYWHERE this weekend. HA! This is due to the fact that I ran all over God's creation for my chickens last weekend. I am NOT exaggerating. Everyone had plans. Sleepovers. Movies. Shopping. Yada yada yada. *eye twitch* *eye twitch*
They ran me ragged.
So I put my foot down on their budding little plans with my directive:
Ye shall work on book reports, clean your rooms, and pester not the Mama.
Dig it?
*nodding*
All good.
Last night, after I worked a full day, I drove home and then drove back to town so that the chickens could visit the mall. MC plasters her face against the passenger's window and exclaims, "I'm home!" as soon as she sees the lights of the mall.
Help me.
So we bip inside. Chickens scatter. OC has a gift card. BC looks for shoes. MC has saved her money (miracle of all miracles) and is looking for shirts.
I liked to never have pried MC OUT of Rue 21.
And to top that off, there is an obnoxious little booth in the middle of the aisle where two sentries await unsuspecting shoppers and attempt to lure them into a conversation in hopes of a sale.
Pissed. Me. Off.
I almost lost it. Hard to imagine, huh? *grins*
The female accosted me on one side wanting to talk about my nails. I explain that my manner of upkeep is clipping them--while never breaking stride. Then the male stepped in my way on the way back and asks for a minute of my time.
"NO, thank you."
Kept walking.
I fairly kept it together. But I warned the chickens that the next time I shop at the mall and see either of these two twits, all bets are off. That's the warning shot.
Took Monday off since I work the Saturday after Thanksgiving. So I have a bit of a long weekend. And Monday without the chickens.
Wow.
Grins*
That is a NAP. That is not a night's sleep. At least, not for me.
pft
Usually I get up, go to the bathroom, and toddle back to bed for a couple of hours to try and recuperate.
Not so much this morning. Why? Couldn't tell ya. But I'm not remotely pleased about this.
I've already warned the girls that we would not be going ANYWHERE this weekend. HA! This is due to the fact that I ran all over God's creation for my chickens last weekend. I am NOT exaggerating. Everyone had plans. Sleepovers. Movies. Shopping. Yada yada yada. *eye twitch* *eye twitch*
They ran me ragged.
So I put my foot down on their budding little plans with my directive:
Ye shall work on book reports, clean your rooms, and pester not the Mama.
Dig it?
*nodding*
All good.
Last night, after I worked a full day, I drove home and then drove back to town so that the chickens could visit the mall. MC plasters her face against the passenger's window and exclaims, "I'm home!" as soon as she sees the lights of the mall.
Help me.
So we bip inside. Chickens scatter. OC has a gift card. BC looks for shoes. MC has saved her money (miracle of all miracles) and is looking for shirts.
I liked to never have pried MC OUT of Rue 21.
And to top that off, there is an obnoxious little booth in the middle of the aisle where two sentries await unsuspecting shoppers and attempt to lure them into a conversation in hopes of a sale.
Pissed. Me. Off.
I almost lost it. Hard to imagine, huh? *grins*
The female accosted me on one side wanting to talk about my nails. I explain that my manner of upkeep is clipping them--while never breaking stride. Then the male stepped in my way on the way back and asks for a minute of my time.
"NO, thank you."
Kept walking.
I fairly kept it together. But I warned the chickens that the next time I shop at the mall and see either of these two twits, all bets are off. That's the warning shot.
Took Monday off since I work the Saturday after Thanksgiving. So I have a bit of a long weekend. And Monday without the chickens.
Wow.
Grins*
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Still in the Dark
THIS is my current favorite song. I listen to it over and over and yes...OVER again. The lyrics are beautiful, and the harmony rocks.
This also goes to show that Oklahoma can produce more than simply country music. Though I do LOVE my Garth and Toby.
I picked this one from YouTube because it shows the artists' personality.
Grins*
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
NaNo NoMo
I'm finished with NaNo. No, I did not write 50,000 words already. *flicking your forehead*
But I'm done.
Before there is some public outreach, let me explain.
I choose to be done. Plain and simple. This was me grasping for asskicking straws so that I would get my butt in gear and write.
Silly, silly me.
It boils down to poor timing.
It's not as if I don't want to write the book I targeted for NaNo. I do. It's the simple knowing that I'm not meant to write this one yet. I need to finish WATS and an Erotic Paranormal. I live my life in the "knowing." It's the feeling I get when I realize that my life is supposed to be a certain way. And this morning, in the shower, where I receive some of my best thoughts, it came to me.
Put NaNo away. Focus on the other two.
And it felt RIGHT.
Now. As the poster girl for changing from "Letting It Happen" to "Making It Happen", I struggled with this. By God, I could do this. Fifty thousand words in a month? Are you kidding me? I wrote 76,000 words in a month minus two days. It's doable for me. I know that.
But not NOW. Now is not the time.
I've been blue of late. Chalk it up to this time of year. I finished Earth Goddess and immediately fueled myself for at least one or two more WIP's. But I shouldn't have. Me coming off a literary high while dealing with the time of year that reminds me of my infant nephew's death, my home burning, and the worst break-up of my life--is a recipe for disaster.
When I finish a book, I want to grab the nearest keyboard and channel all that creativity back into another WIP. But eventually, I need time to regroup.
It hit me hard this time.
I am quiet.
People wonder what's going on with me.
"Crystal" and "quiet" just don't jibe in the same sentence. *smile*
But I need the time to center myself and sort through my projects while still doing research, working, and being the Mama Taxi to my chickens. Then there's projects for school, the holidays, and cooking Thanksgiving Dinner for the family.
I've simply gone inside for awhile.
The good news is that I've stopped the backslide. I feel my batteries recharging and gearing up for the writing.
I simmer while my mind is a million miles away sorting out thoughts and plots.
That's why I'm quiet.
For now.
Don't get used to it.
Grins*
But I'm done.
Before there is some public outreach, let me explain.
I choose to be done. Plain and simple. This was me grasping for asskicking straws so that I would get my butt in gear and write.
Silly, silly me.
It boils down to poor timing.
It's not as if I don't want to write the book I targeted for NaNo. I do. It's the simple knowing that I'm not meant to write this one yet. I need to finish WATS and an Erotic Paranormal. I live my life in the "knowing." It's the feeling I get when I realize that my life is supposed to be a certain way. And this morning, in the shower, where I receive some of my best thoughts, it came to me.
Put NaNo away. Focus on the other two.
And it felt RIGHT.
Now. As the poster girl for changing from "Letting It Happen" to "Making It Happen", I struggled with this. By God, I could do this. Fifty thousand words in a month? Are you kidding me? I wrote 76,000 words in a month minus two days. It's doable for me. I know that.
But not NOW. Now is not the time.
I've been blue of late. Chalk it up to this time of year. I finished Earth Goddess and immediately fueled myself for at least one or two more WIP's. But I shouldn't have. Me coming off a literary high while dealing with the time of year that reminds me of my infant nephew's death, my home burning, and the worst break-up of my life--is a recipe for disaster.
When I finish a book, I want to grab the nearest keyboard and channel all that creativity back into another WIP. But eventually, I need time to regroup.
It hit me hard this time.
I am quiet.
People wonder what's going on with me.
"Crystal" and "quiet" just don't jibe in the same sentence. *smile*
But I need the time to center myself and sort through my projects while still doing research, working, and being the Mama Taxi to my chickens. Then there's projects for school, the holidays, and cooking Thanksgiving Dinner for the family.
I've simply gone inside for awhile.
The good news is that I've stopped the backslide. I feel my batteries recharging and gearing up for the writing.
I simmer while my mind is a million miles away sorting out thoughts and plots.
That's why I'm quiet.
For now.
Don't get used to it.
Grins*
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Live, Learn, Love
you were a dream
i had to let go
hopes of my heart
torn from my soul
you took the light
that together we made
left me in darkness
to shame and degrade
you hurt me but
didn't break me inside
smothered my spirit
watched as i died
you didn't notice the ember
a small flickering light
hope burned anew
i held on so tight
and now a new warmth
mending my soul
taking the pieces
making them whole
so you were a dream
i had to let go
through the pain i survived
a new love to show
i had to let go
hopes of my heart
torn from my soul
you took the light
that together we made
left me in darkness
to shame and degrade
you hurt me but
didn't break me inside
smothered my spirit
watched as i died
you didn't notice the ember
a small flickering light
hope burned anew
i held on so tight
and now a new warmth
mending my soul
taking the pieces
making them whole
so you were a dream
i had to let go
through the pain i survived
a new love to show
Blah blah blah
That would be the summation of pretty much everything at this juncture.
I feel like hammered dog crap. That, in itself, certainly isn't conducive to working on NaNoWriMo (eh...under 4000 words so far). It doesn't lend a helping hand for me to ambitiously tackle any other writing project. Hell, I don't even want to get dressed in the morning.
I'm exhausted.
However, knowing myself as I do, this will change. When...would be the kicker. Hopefully soon. So I will blather on about what's going on in my neck of the woods.
Welcome to those who have decided to chance upon my blog and read the ramblings of a quixotic mind. *waving*
Everyone's welcome here. Well, almost everyone. If you're peddling Viagra or something of the sort, you may pass on quietly and take your faux blue pills with you.
I'll be reading the new Christine Feehan book. And also, the new Chelsea Handler. I'll more than likely buy Twilight this weekend because I plan on reading it before I watch it at the movies. THIS is what you get when you have chickens in the house. They dictate what I will have to watch at the theater more often than not. I did, however, get out of watching House Bunny.
*whew*
I don't watch much reality tv. I think most of it blows. It seems to bring out the REALLY unattractive (re: scheming, manipulative, fucked-up) side of people. I do enjoy The Biggest Loser, though. Or I did. Until this season.
Keep in mind, I have only missed one season. I like to watch the whole transformation of person. It's great. And the finale where you can really see the difference is inspiring.
Bob and Jillian are fantastic. And the contestants are usually personable enough that viewers root for them.
However, there is a bitch from hell this season. And cohort bitch. Really??? They couldn't just have one? Do they do a damn PSYCH eval before casting this show? And if not, then they should seriously look into that.
Vicky is a pathetic, whining, manipulative bitch from hell who makes me want to bitch slap her. There is no redeeming value whatsoever in her. I feel pity for her children, family, and anyone else that happens to be breathing the same air as she does. She's a waste of space. And certainly a waste of my two-hour viewing time.
Heba is quite hideous, too. She must be the center of attention. And if she's not, God forbid, then she draws it back to her. She has a large mouth with very little sense. A great sense of self-importance with no scruples and negligible intelligence.
Both are arrogant and nauseating. These two are ugly on the inside. Too bad Biggest Loser doesn't do personality transplants.
*deep breath*
That's been lurking for awhile. But I didn't want to waste a whole blog about what pathetic pieces of shit they are. Just a couple of paragraphs.
Onwards and upwards.
I have received most of the Christmas list for chickens. That's a good thing. Now we shall see if Santa delivers coal, or if he'll come through with art sets and clothes and minutes for phones. He's pretty good like that.
I shall ask for sanity. But considering my track record, I may as well plan for coal.
Grins*
I feel like hammered dog crap. That, in itself, certainly isn't conducive to working on NaNoWriMo (eh...under 4000 words so far). It doesn't lend a helping hand for me to ambitiously tackle any other writing project. Hell, I don't even want to get dressed in the morning.
I'm exhausted.
However, knowing myself as I do, this will change. When...would be the kicker. Hopefully soon. So I will blather on about what's going on in my neck of the woods.
Welcome to those who have decided to chance upon my blog and read the ramblings of a quixotic mind. *waving*
Everyone's welcome here. Well, almost everyone. If you're peddling Viagra or something of the sort, you may pass on quietly and take your faux blue pills with you.
I'll be reading the new Christine Feehan book. And also, the new Chelsea Handler. I'll more than likely buy Twilight this weekend because I plan on reading it before I watch it at the movies. THIS is what you get when you have chickens in the house. They dictate what I will have to watch at the theater more often than not. I did, however, get out of watching House Bunny.
*whew*
I don't watch much reality tv. I think most of it blows. It seems to bring out the REALLY unattractive (re: scheming, manipulative, fucked-up) side of people. I do enjoy The Biggest Loser, though. Or I did. Until this season.
Keep in mind, I have only missed one season. I like to watch the whole transformation of person. It's great. And the finale where you can really see the difference is inspiring.
Bob and Jillian are fantastic. And the contestants are usually personable enough that viewers root for them.
However, there is a bitch from hell this season. And cohort bitch. Really??? They couldn't just have one? Do they do a damn PSYCH eval before casting this show? And if not, then they should seriously look into that.
Vicky is a pathetic, whining, manipulative bitch from hell who makes me want to bitch slap her. There is no redeeming value whatsoever in her. I feel pity for her children, family, and anyone else that happens to be breathing the same air as she does. She's a waste of space. And certainly a waste of my two-hour viewing time.
Heba is quite hideous, too. She must be the center of attention. And if she's not, God forbid, then she draws it back to her. She has a large mouth with very little sense. A great sense of self-importance with no scruples and negligible intelligence.
Both are arrogant and nauseating. These two are ugly on the inside. Too bad Biggest Loser doesn't do personality transplants.
*deep breath*
That's been lurking for awhile. But I didn't want to waste a whole blog about what pathetic pieces of shit they are. Just a couple of paragraphs.
Onwards and upwards.
I have received most of the Christmas list for chickens. That's a good thing. Now we shall see if Santa delivers coal, or if he'll come through with art sets and clothes and minutes for phones. He's pretty good like that.
I shall ask for sanity. But considering my track record, I may as well plan for coal.
Grins*
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Well. That was unexpected.
It seems that the further I ease into the Fall/Winter season, the crankier I become. Maybe I have that seasonal disorder. *shrug*
So I thought that I would break out the Tae-Bo tape, let Billy Blanks whip my ass, and then maybe have a bit of energy and a better attitude.
Ha.
Ha.
I actually did the DVD Sunday in the afternoon. The chickens were messing around in one of the bedrooms, and I told OC to totally ignore the heavy breathing and blatant cursing coming from the living room. But if either of these stopped--to call 911.
She agreed.
So I did the whole damn DVD. Wasn't that bad. And so, in my infinite all-or-nothing personality wisdom, I decided I would get up an hour early Monday morning and continue the trend.
Keep in mind, I always told myself that I would do this only to smack the hell out of my alarm clock, reset it, and continue to sleep.
I would make it happen this time.
Monday morning rolls around, the alarms goes off, I struggle to a sitting position and turn off the alarm. A new sense of purpose rose in me. By God!!! This WOULD be the morning I'd actually do the damn DVD to start my day.
I got up, changed my clothes, and proceeded to the living room.
Forty minutes later, OC stumbles out of her room and raises her eyebrow. "What are you DOING?" she asks with a glance at the television screen.
"Exercising," I squeeze out between asthmatic-sounding puffs.
"Psycho," she mutters and proceeds to take her early morning shower.
I finish the DVD. Do a quick "Rocky" dance. Take my own shower. Start my day.
I felt. Like. Shit.
From about ten o'clock on. Screw a bunch of those perky pain in the ass exercisers who get up at the buttcrack of dawn. YOU'RE the psychos. That's all I'm saying. In fact, I haven't felt that bad in I don't know when.
Obviously, my biorhythms or genetic make-up prohibits me from pulling this again.
I DRUG myself home last night and freaking collapsed on the couch in the living room. I wasn't sore. I was tired and apathetic.
Wasn't pretty, my friends.
So no pre-dawn exercising for me. All my best intentions...blown to hell by feeling utterly like shit when I followed through.
Lesson learned.
Grins*
So I thought that I would break out the Tae-Bo tape, let Billy Blanks whip my ass, and then maybe have a bit of energy and a better attitude.
Ha.
Ha.
I actually did the DVD Sunday in the afternoon. The chickens were messing around in one of the bedrooms, and I told OC to totally ignore the heavy breathing and blatant cursing coming from the living room. But if either of these stopped--to call 911.
She agreed.
So I did the whole damn DVD. Wasn't that bad. And so, in my infinite all-or-nothing personality wisdom, I decided I would get up an hour early Monday morning and continue the trend.
Keep in mind, I always told myself that I would do this only to smack the hell out of my alarm clock, reset it, and continue to sleep.
I would make it happen this time.
Monday morning rolls around, the alarms goes off, I struggle to a sitting position and turn off the alarm. A new sense of purpose rose in me. By God!!! This WOULD be the morning I'd actually do the damn DVD to start my day.
I got up, changed my clothes, and proceeded to the living room.
Forty minutes later, OC stumbles out of her room and raises her eyebrow. "What are you DOING?" she asks with a glance at the television screen.
"Exercising," I squeeze out between asthmatic-sounding puffs.
"Psycho," she mutters and proceeds to take her early morning shower.
I finish the DVD. Do a quick "Rocky" dance. Take my own shower. Start my day.
I felt. Like. Shit.
From about ten o'clock on. Screw a bunch of those perky pain in the ass exercisers who get up at the buttcrack of dawn. YOU'RE the psychos. That's all I'm saying. In fact, I haven't felt that bad in I don't know when.
Obviously, my biorhythms or genetic make-up prohibits me from pulling this again.
I DRUG myself home last night and freaking collapsed on the couch in the living room. I wasn't sore. I was tired and apathetic.
Wasn't pretty, my friends.
So no pre-dawn exercising for me. All my best intentions...blown to hell by feeling utterly like shit when I followed through.
Lesson learned.
Grins*
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