Archive for July 2009
NaBloPoMo ends...woo!
There's been a discussion over on Darcsfalcon's blog which started about leaving behind toxic family members, and then morphed into personal boundaries and expectations. Last night I was all gung-ho about continuing the discussion here on my blog, but.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy peace
Got to sleep in this morning, and it was nice. The kids are old enough to occupy themselves until I get up (though whether or not they choose to occupy themselves is another story) so if I need an extra hour I can usually get it. Usually I feel rushed.
My favorite fragrance-free products
I've been in a lot of public places lately, which means a lot of fragrance exposure. I'd relaxed my defensive efforts--nose filters, mask, short excursions--because it seemed fragrance's hold was lifting. I have tight, burning eyes and sinus pressure.
Enrollment day
No writing dreams last night. The themes seemed to be travel, freedom, and fun. Nice.Today's enrollment day. It's such a huge milestone that I blog about it every year. It's interesting to look back over posts of years past to see where I was then. Every.
Writing dreams
I've had lots of dreams about writing and books lately. In last night's, I was an established author. I met a handsome, dark-haired agent named Nick-something who asked me out and cried when I told him I was married. When I comforted him he started reading.
I just thought you should know I'm crying right now
Sitting here watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. I never watch this show because it's WAY too emotional for me. I cry at the drop of a hat, so I'd rather just avoid extremely emotional shows. For some reason my strong and silent husband settled.
I hope this counts
Oh, crap! Just remembered I didn't post this morning. I know you guys were waiting with bated breath for my post to pop up in your reader. I did write a post, but I deleted it. So, let's see...What did I do today? Cleaned the car, inside and out; watched.
Back-to-school = freedom
Well, folks, the beginning of our school season is less than a month away. I will enroll the children in four days, and then it's school supply madness, along with a frantic search for clothes from last year which still fit, and much disappointment when.
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Life
Blogging rocks.
I'm not beating myself up over my blogging style. Really. It's fine. It just looks so easy when other people write articles instead of rambling, so I think, I can do that! The attitude came from my upbringing, of course. If something needed to be done,.
Blogging sucks
I found something else about myself the past couple of days. Yes, Sherri is Blossoming right and left. The thing is: I hate blogging! I hate REAL blogging, with the declaring of opinions and the researching my topic and linking to relevant articles..
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Fiction
Is one book enough?
It rained last night, but I don't think we got as much as other places. This year an odd trend has emerged, where the radar shows a line of storms heading right for our little dot, but as they reach the dot they either weaken and die, or they weaken.
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Fiction
Breakthroughs
Had a couple of breakthroughs over the weekend.One is measurable: I've jumped the last hurdle with the 15 page synopsis I've been working on for five weeks. Does that sound like a long time to be working on 15 pages? Well, it's not as straightforward.
Lazy Sunday morning
The hubs is makin' bacon while I type. It smells delightful. The British Open is on TV--we're rooting for the old guy. The coffee is especially good this morningDH and I got up before the kids and witnessed a cicada emerging from its shell. It had fallen.
It's about quality, not quantity
I've been putting off writing this post for a couple of hours, now. Not because of the subject matter (obviously) but because I feel quiet. There's no room for quiet in NaBloPoMo, only constant chatter, and that sure does get old. It's fine for testing.
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Fiction
Pushing talent into the world
My brother's a writer, too. He gave me his newest manuscript to read in rough draft form, because he needs help with plot holes, so he says. What he really needs help with and doesn't even realize it, or maybe he does, is insecurity. I wasn't going to.
The country mouse in the big city
I'm so tired, but in a good way. I visited an old college friend last night. Maybe it's just a quirk of mine, but I always expect people to look completely different if I haven't seen them in a while, and I also expect them not to recognize me. As you.
Virgos are the bill payers of the world
The bunk bed almost cost me over a hundred dollars more than it actually cost. I forgot I paid a humongous, gigantor electric bill a few days ago! Luckily, I'd just paid the water bill so I could get that check back from the nice lady at City Hall. Then.
Thanks to my honey
I haven't had a chance to check the dryer for punk-inserted fish, but I'll let you know what I find. I'm loathe to take the dryer out of its hole. What a lot of crap work.In case you're wondering, I still feel fantastic. Woke up at 6:48 this morning,.
I feel fantastic
Why is my dryer suddenly making everything smell like fish? There's been no fish anywhere near my house in months. And if there had been, why would it be in the dryer? Seriously, why?I'll be visiting with an old college friend this week. I'm nervous.
Writer guilt and that cursed word count
Posting every day isn't so hard; it just takes away the time allotted for excessive tweeting. I hold myself to a very low standard. The funny thing is that even with writing to my very low standard, my posts end up sounding like every other post.
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Fiction
Saturday morning rambling
It's one of those blank-brain mornings. Hubs woke me early this morning, now he's snoozing and I'm wishing I was. Takes me a lot of time and care to get to sleep in the first place. I can't just "fall asleep" like he can. There's no "falling" about it..
Verite sans peur
I feel like a new woman this morning. The migraine time is truly lifting, hallelujah. I found a couple of new things to consider in my hunt for a migraine cure: low magnesium and low estrogen. (Thanks for the article, Fal.) Also, though by tonight it.
Totally venting...Feel free to pass
The migraine cycle is like driving a Kansas highway at night. You can go for miles in a straight line, the road gently sloping up toward the sky, the night air growing cooler as you get higher. But you can't see the apex of the hill, it's so subtle,.
Because I must post
I drive myself crazy trying to figure out what causes my periodic headaches. Is it the weather? I've been in a pre-migraine state as three weather systems have passed through this time. Caffeine? I drink way less now than I did a couple of years ago..
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Life
NaBloPoMo Day 7: You get what you pay for
You want a post every day? Then you get poorly thought out, ranty-type posts like yesterdays, which wasn't actually about personal frustration, but more of a "Why are we this way?" As far as the line about my life being devoid of romance, there wasn't.
Love is just a hormonal imbalance
I couldn't sleep last night so I did laundry at 1 a.m. and watched a rerun of a Chris Titus Valentine special called "Love is Evol." Is it just me, or is Titus getting more handsome as he gets older? I love his jawline. Too bad he's so bitter about everything..
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Life
foom...POP...nooooo!
So sleepy...Stupid people shot fireworks till 3 a.m.foom...POP!foom...POP!foom...POP!and then it would change toPOP.......cracklePOP.......cracklePOP.......cracklefor a while, then back to the foom/pop. Geez. They started late because of the rain, but.
It's the 4th, yo
Didn't get everything on my list done yesterday, but I had my reasons so I still feel I was productive.We did some small fireworks last night, and I have to tell you, I hate 'em. I don't mind going to a show where it's somebody else's responsibility,.
NaBloPoMo and stuff
Funny that I declared on July 1st I would be writing a post every day, only to find out that this is NaBloPoMo! What is up with that? I hadn't heard it mentioned even once that I remember. I'm taking it as a sign that a post a day will be good for me.I.
Your mind's default character
Today’s post will probably be a rambler. I’ve been out of bed for exactly 17 minutes, and my brain is still firing with the energy of the dream I just had. It was all about trying to get someplace, but losing my keys, almost missing the bus, and so on.And.
