Showing posts with label Random at Best. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random at Best. Show all posts

Friday, November 27, 2009

Birthday Number 3_?

Published 1st short story, Yippie! Smiled at warm B-day text wishes, Made three batches of pancake mix for “the tribe”, and real hot cocoa, bathed a baby, updated Linkedin page, threw out two and a half bags of miscellaneous crap, updated blog page and scribd page, served pizza, did 6 loads of laundry, sorted about 10 loads of laundry, tweeted some more, updated goodreads page, Donated 4 bags of boys clothes, stored 3 bags of girls clothes, replied to cousin, posted on Facebook, vacuumed three rooms, said a prayer, ate leftovers (thanks Vanessa) made 2 loaves of pumpkin bread, listened to kids sing Happy Birthday", made a wish, blew out a candle, over-ate, skipped workout, had coffee, had tea, cuddled with toddler, took a shower, got awsome feedback about short story, tweeted, posting this note then having water and some tums and going to bed hopefully with less of a stomach ache. LOL…People believing that I was turning 30 today…priceless

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Excuses. Excuses.

I can’t believe a month has gone by I swore to myself that I would not neglect my blog but…here we are.

Firstly, why has my blogging gone to the wayside? I’ve had a lack of time and new writable ideas, (not that this is one). I have recently re-jumped my college education with no particular goal except for acquiring a degree by the end of next year (definitely doable). A friend of mine enquired about my ultimate goal and not having any, we concluded that garden doors would surely open just by me walking the path.

Having to write for my English class (though I love it and may post/publish some of it) has not only kept me from blogging but also from my work on, “Dissonance” which I was hoping to release this month. I am actually glad that I’ve been able to put, this story off, not completely of course; once again I praise the universe and her work.

In this lost time, I’ve been introduced to new music (thanks to the subject of “A Man and his Band” see blog). The music has turned out to be a great influence on, “Dissonance”. Initially I thought of, “Dissonance” as a short story, a kind of cool escape. But with all the extra time, it’s turning into something really, really great, just as someone else predicted; though he has yet to see the effects of the musical influence.

Exhibit A: Excerpt from, “Dissonance”

Gavin hoped that in making eye contact with her, she might at very least sympathize; but the beast remained bitter. Not bothering to store her satisfied smirk, she spat at him then turned and walked towards the dresser…

Trust me there is a musical influence at hand in there, and it made a big difference. I usually add what my friend called “flavor text” I’d like to call this “garnish text” Out of the other 9+ projects I think I will only be able to use garnish in, “Dissonance”.

I’ll try to keep up, it may come down to posting my class work, but I do have some pretty decent excuses.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

That Kind of Tired.

That kind of tired, when you have no idea how you made it home but you’re so glad you did.

That kind of tired, when you sit down at your computer, you realize that you have no idea why you even bothered to turn it on.

That kind of tired, when you linger in the shower in hopes that the water droplets can somehow substitute your warm comforter.

That kind of tired that while you're in the shower you keep your eyes closed and try not to lose your balance completely.

That kind of tired when you almost forget to take out your contact lenses before getting into bed.
That kind of tired when you can’t remember if you set the car alarm or not; and you don’t bother to double check.

That kind of tired when you make sure to turn off your alarm and your cell phone; you don’t even want to think about waking up the next day.

That kind of tired when you accidentally, momentarily, doze off during sex: and your partner knows it because you snorted.

That kind of tired when even though you usually sleep on your stomach, you end up drifting off while you're still on your back.

That’s how tired I am right now,

That kind of tired.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Urinus, Uranus


So I was getting ready for work the other day and the PBS channel was on in my room. There was a children's animated science show on at the time, which I easily ignored; up until I heard one of the characters say Urinus (Urine-us) WHAT? I mean what are they trying to pull? That’s not the way my teachers said it. It was always Uranus (Your-anus). Right?

It’s plain as day; if I was texting this blog I could type, “Ur anus” and you’d totally understand. If I’m wrong, someone please tell me that I was cursed with some perverted in the closet teachers but otherwise… Seriously, is this what they are teaching the next generation, urine -us? My gosh can you honestly say that, THAT is any better? I mean why even bother?

I confronted my daughter:
“Honey, does your teacher say Uranus or Urinus?” I asked.
She immediately responded with, “Urine is Peeeeeee!”
I rest my case.

What I really want to know is who made that executive decision? I could see it now, over at NASA:

“Well while we’re demoting Pluto, why don’t we just go on ahead and change the pronunciation of Uranus to Urine-us.”

Suddenly I’m thinking of the chicken and the egg conundrum. Which came first? Uranus or Your Anus?…Your-in-us? I don’t mean to be obsessive, butt it is what it is.

Okay, it comes down to this, either way is acceptable though some think that saying Urine-us really fast is less embarrassing to say than Uranus; whatever.

I can’t rant like that and leave you hanging so here are some honest factoids.

Uranus is the seventh planet from the Sun, the third largest planet and fourth most massive in our Solar System. It was the first to be discovered using a telescope on March 13, 1781 by Sir William Herschel, who wanted to name it after King George III. It was later named Uranus; the Latinized version of the Greek God of the sky. Uranus is the Father of Kronos (Saturn), Grandfather of Zeus (Jupiter). Uranus is the only planet derived from Greek Mythology instead of a Roman.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Topic-Shoes

You know sometimes I think, “No…I won’t write that…it’s lame”. But then I remember that, this blog clearly states on the front page, “crap”. Though I don't think shoes are crap, and that is why I have written about them.

It seemed like all day the topic of shoes bombarded my aura like hail storm. At work the subject of my height came up and I made some comment like, “…and on top of that I had no shame wearing 4 inch heels”. That brought up the question, why do I no longer daunt such lovely footwear. Now for those of you who don’t know, I broke my back a few years ago in an inner-tube accident. I’m fine, I can walk and everything, but since then, my shoes have been...well, boring.

Funny how I ended up at the mall today with my sister who happened to be shoe shopping. I wasn’t much help to her as we have different tastes and even though I can not partake in wearing such cute things, my true shoe fetish has remained unchanged; black, 3 ½ inch + heels. It got to a point where I was picking out shoes for her to try on. My feet rested and happily enjoyed living vicariously through hers as she tried on pair after pair of shoes and sashayed around the store.

It was no joke when I confessed that even though I can’t wear 3 ½ inch heels, I still purchase them. My sister’s face went blank as she never sees me in these gorgeous shoes. I told her it’s because I can only wear them for as long as it takes to load the dishwasher or empty the garbage, then I have to remove them. If I feel the mood, I might consider blasting the radio and dance to half a song in them, but that’s about it. : (

Later, my sister told me that after the age of 30, a woman loses her balance and that is why it’s harder to walk in heels. She told me what exercises to do, and so I pray now to the shoe gods:

Give me the patients to continue working on my core and buttocks, so that I…may once again… glide into a room wearing 4-inch heels and they not have to just be my, “sitting shoes”.

-Amen

Snaps of me and my shoes enjoying happy times at home together.






Here is link to a stupid/funny music video that my nephew found about shoes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYA