SIGH. Sometimes, I just wish I was someone else. A better, more productive, amazing housekeeper who also had a great, well-paying job who didn't get hurt when people tell her that they're glad there's only one of her. [Thankfully, that was not my husband, who is, in fact, my hero.]
But enough negativity - apparently I dwell too much on that and I need to focus on more positive aspects of my life, in spite of the fact that I can't help how many negative things have happened to me, and in spite of the fact that I was, until a few days ago, doing quite well being optimistic.
I've been drawing, as you've noticed if you've been reading, for the past few days. Unfortunately...I think today is the last day for a while. Until the end of next month. :P But I did manage to get some good drawings out to add to my portfolio and perhaps someday I will be able to draw the whole month.
Today was interesting...if only because of my lack of getting paid. I have a direct deposit, which is so nice, but my money didn't appear today and we are down to $0.20. Really. So I called later that morning and asked if I had turned in all my timesheets, because sometimes I turn them in a day after when I don't work the day they're due or whatever. The person on the phone merely replied, "Oh, I just didn't enter your time. That's why you aren't getting paid today." So, then she proceeded to say she could pay me tomorrow, but I honestly told her we needed groceries tonight. So, after some huffing, she agreed to give me the check. We discussed this at 9 a.m. and I thought I'd have it by lunch so we could deposit it. NOT! The check did not materialize until 3 and by the time Stu got to the bank, we could deposit it but it wouldn't technically be "in" my account until tomorrow. Thankfully, a friend was able to purchase dinner for us and another friend came to pick us up since we have no gas in the car, and we played basketball.
Today was a very rough day. And if someone doesn't get off my back about being a horrible person, terrible housekeeper, and an argumentative bitch, I'm going to have to escape for a weekend and go camping. Or something. I am extremely sensitive and yes, I should be working on that, and yes, I have been, but it hurts to know what people think of you when it's that bad. I'm hurt. And apparently all I can do is fuss about it. So then it's true, I'm just an argumentative and fussy bitch.
Today sucked, actually.
Songs for the day:
So What? by Pink
My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson
I love you all. And I'm sorry about this post. I needed to vent and there's not really anyone else around at the moment. I humbly apologize if you've read this far...and I'm sorry for swearing. :/ I try not to do that, too...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Brain Rest
I was going through my drawings the other night when I realized I hadn't drawn anything this year...at least, not that is in my portfolio thingy. I know I've done a pastels/pencil portrait of Professor Snape for my Harry Potter FDS but other than that...I don't think I've done anything but scribble. Accordingly, I took my colored pencils out [which were in woeful need of sharpening] and sketched.
The first drawing came out alright. The second one, not so much. The third one, alright. The fourth one, good until I got to the skirt. I picked the totally wrong color. The last one, which I started drawing last night, and finished up today, might be one of the best pictures I've done. [Which isn't saying much - there is still stuff I could have done to make it better] I'm pretty happy w/ the composition, very pleased with the coloring, and the proportions turned out better than some other drawings I've done. All in all, it's a cute picture. Now if I could just get a background or border. We'll see. I'm a little hesitant. Sometimes I just know that it's done.
The thing about drawing is this: when I draw, I enter my own little world. I don't hear anything around me and I am COMPLETELY absorbed. I sit there, calculating, sketching, erasing, for hours until I'm happy with what I'm doing. Then I go through my pencils and scribble on an extra sheet until I'm happy that the colors match; otherwise, I end up w/ a drawing that I like but the colors are off. Then I color and try [note: TRY] to get it smooth. Then I look at my drawing and the rest of the world comes back into focus.
I didn't want the style I have - I wanted a more realistic version of what I draw. But I'm happy w/ my style now, although I haven't a clue as to how I can use it. I can't draw the same thing twice, so illustrations are sort of out of the question, unless I can do different things each time. I've thought of cartoons but I don't think that's QUITE where my drawings should go...so right now, I just doodle and hope that one day I get to do something fun with them. Who knows?
Today was the first day I drew something out of a book that wasn't in the Harry Potter 'verse. I drew Valancy from The Blue Castle, by L.M. Montgomery. At least, my interpretation of Valancy. I drew her w/ curly black hair instead of straight black hair, but if she was dressing up for a special occasion (which she is in my picture, having taken a description of an outfit she wore and fancied it up), she might curl her hair. Anyway, I like how she turned out.
I also started painting again. I went to Ruth's this morning to just sit and paint. I started with a small canvas, brushing on white and blue until I could blend it [I still haven't quite gotten the hang of it, although I suspect I need new, soft brushes that will blend instead of using a scratchy old brush like I did this morning] and then I sketched in someone flying on a broom...yeah, well, I still love Quidditch. And Harry Potter. :) It's a wonderful world that I love visiting. So that might turn out nice. Hopefully.
I am glad that I have these two outlets. Instead of letting my brain whirl and whirl on just one side, it's nice to take a brain rest [Oh THAT'S why she called it that...sorry...been watching Family Guy *gasp*, isn't that terrible...] and visit the other side of my brain, which I prefer working with. Now to find a job like that...:P LOL.
Have a lovely afternoon!
The first drawing came out alright. The second one, not so much. The third one, alright. The fourth one, good until I got to the skirt. I picked the totally wrong color. The last one, which I started drawing last night, and finished up today, might be one of the best pictures I've done. [Which isn't saying much - there is still stuff I could have done to make it better] I'm pretty happy w/ the composition, very pleased with the coloring, and the proportions turned out better than some other drawings I've done. All in all, it's a cute picture. Now if I could just get a background or border. We'll see. I'm a little hesitant. Sometimes I just know that it's done.
The thing about drawing is this: when I draw, I enter my own little world. I don't hear anything around me and I am COMPLETELY absorbed. I sit there, calculating, sketching, erasing, for hours until I'm happy with what I'm doing. Then I go through my pencils and scribble on an extra sheet until I'm happy that the colors match; otherwise, I end up w/ a drawing that I like but the colors are off. Then I color and try [note: TRY] to get it smooth. Then I look at my drawing and the rest of the world comes back into focus.
I didn't want the style I have - I wanted a more realistic version of what I draw. But I'm happy w/ my style now, although I haven't a clue as to how I can use it. I can't draw the same thing twice, so illustrations are sort of out of the question, unless I can do different things each time. I've thought of cartoons but I don't think that's QUITE where my drawings should go...so right now, I just doodle and hope that one day I get to do something fun with them. Who knows?
Today was the first day I drew something out of a book that wasn't in the Harry Potter 'verse. I drew Valancy from The Blue Castle, by L.M. Montgomery. At least, my interpretation of Valancy. I drew her w/ curly black hair instead of straight black hair, but if she was dressing up for a special occasion (which she is in my picture, having taken a description of an outfit she wore and fancied it up), she might curl her hair. Anyway, I like how she turned out.
I also started painting again. I went to Ruth's this morning to just sit and paint. I started with a small canvas, brushing on white and blue until I could blend it [I still haven't quite gotten the hang of it, although I suspect I need new, soft brushes that will blend instead of using a scratchy old brush like I did this morning] and then I sketched in someone flying on a broom...yeah, well, I still love Quidditch. And Harry Potter. :) It's a wonderful world that I love visiting. So that might turn out nice. Hopefully.
I am glad that I have these two outlets. Instead of letting my brain whirl and whirl on just one side, it's nice to take a brain rest [Oh THAT'S why she called it that...sorry...been watching Family Guy *gasp*, isn't that terrible...] and visit the other side of my brain, which I prefer working with. Now to find a job like that...:P LOL.
Have a lovely afternoon!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Secrets
I woke up suddenly last night, secrets running through my head. It wouldn't stop. I would see the sentences in my head and then my brain would just jump to the next one. I've made two secrets that I'm going to mail in, and I have ideas for more. Not only is this an art project for me, it really is a healing thing. The relief of people sharing my grief or of being uplifted by something that God helped me through...our generation is so strange but I'm glad someone understands and started this...well, ministry. It's incredible. I'm going to buy one of the books when I have the chance.
Other than that...I've been a little depressed. Pretty sure it's because Aunt Flo is visiting, but I keep having discussions w/ my friend and someone pointed out that we argued a lot. I don't think we argue...I think I'm just trying to get him to see that he needs to stop and think before words come pouring out of his mouth. :/
Is that bad? I just want him to grow and be happy and not be mad when people don't believe him. I'm just trying to help, but it's frustrating when my help is just thrown back in my face.
Secret for today:
I don't feel beautiful.
I know, I know, but I had been feeling beautiful lately, even with the weight gain, until a few things were said and I noticed a few areas on my face that need MAJOR work. Sometimes I think if I just wore a mask everyone would be like "you have a gorgeous figure!" and then they wouldn't wince when they saw my face. (for the record, no one winces at my face. Except me.)
How shallow is that?! But I guess it's not really. Everyone wants to be accepted and if you KNOW someone only accepts others by their looks *cough cough MEDIA/ALMOST EVERYONE cough cough* it gets depressing. I want to change my hair, my weight, my face. And my wardrobe. I want to be someone. And it hurts when people look at me and see the nobody I am instead of the potential of who I could be.
In other news...I drew 3 pictures tonight. 1 of which I really like. And might send in as part of a Post Secret. We'll see.
Love to all.
Other than that...I've been a little depressed. Pretty sure it's because Aunt Flo is visiting, but I keep having discussions w/ my friend and someone pointed out that we argued a lot. I don't think we argue...I think I'm just trying to get him to see that he needs to stop and think before words come pouring out of his mouth. :/
Is that bad? I just want him to grow and be happy and not be mad when people don't believe him. I'm just trying to help, but it's frustrating when my help is just thrown back in my face.
Secret for today:
I don't feel beautiful.
I know, I know, but I had been feeling beautiful lately, even with the weight gain, until a few things were said and I noticed a few areas on my face that need MAJOR work. Sometimes I think if I just wore a mask everyone would be like "you have a gorgeous figure!" and then they wouldn't wince when they saw my face. (for the record, no one winces at my face. Except me.)
How shallow is that?! But I guess it's not really. Everyone wants to be accepted and if you KNOW someone only accepts others by their looks *cough cough MEDIA/ALMOST EVERYONE cough cough* it gets depressing. I want to change my hair, my weight, my face. And my wardrobe. I want to be someone. And it hurts when people look at me and see the nobody I am instead of the potential of who I could be.
In other news...I drew 3 pictures tonight. 1 of which I really like. And might send in as part of a Post Secret. We'll see.
Love to all.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Art = Good for the Soul
I've been reading the Post Secret blog for a week now and I am blown away by it. I've read one of the Post Secret books and it's amazing, incredible, heart-breaking, breath-taking, horrifying, hilarious, intense, and hopeful. If you've never heard of Post Secret, go to http://postsecret.blogspot.com and look at the postcards. People mail thousands of secrets per week and on Sundays the blog has new ones. There are threads on there with more pictures, several thousands of secrets that people put in anonymously or semi-anonymously. Please go read and if you'd like, you can mail in a postcard/several with your secrets on them.
I've taken the last few days to decide that I want to send in some things. I thought I didn't have any secrets, but the more I thought, the more I realized that, like everyone else, I have dozens. Little thoughts I've never told anyone before, feelings I've harbored without mentioning, and late night thoughts that keep me awake in the wee sma's. I've written down several and am in the process of finding things to decorate my cards with.
So why am I telling you that I'm sending things in to Post Secret? I'm not wanting you to figure out my secrets. But I did want you to know that if you have secrets too hurtful, painful, or silly to tell anyone else, you can send them in and know that someone's read them. And who knows? They may put yours in a later book or on the blog.
I think it's an amazing project and the stories that come from these postcards show that it has helped people. A creative endeavor with which you impart some of yourself is healing. It's brilliant. Everyone's secrets - anonymously. Binding people together when they realize that we aren't all alone...and that we are broken beings in search of something.
Please visit Post Secret.
I've taken the last few days to decide that I want to send in some things. I thought I didn't have any secrets, but the more I thought, the more I realized that, like everyone else, I have dozens. Little thoughts I've never told anyone before, feelings I've harbored without mentioning, and late night thoughts that keep me awake in the wee sma's. I've written down several and am in the process of finding things to decorate my cards with.
So why am I telling you that I'm sending things in to Post Secret? I'm not wanting you to figure out my secrets. But I did want you to know that if you have secrets too hurtful, painful, or silly to tell anyone else, you can send them in and know that someone's read them. And who knows? They may put yours in a later book or on the blog.
I think it's an amazing project and the stories that come from these postcards show that it has helped people. A creative endeavor with which you impart some of yourself is healing. It's brilliant. Everyone's secrets - anonymously. Binding people together when they realize that we aren't all alone...and that we are broken beings in search of something.
Please visit Post Secret.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Totally Random Updates
Stu and I got to visit some friends & family this weekend - poor Stu, the introvert, had to go meet a bunch of my wild and wonderful friends and godparents and grandparents and aunt & uncle. I will say he did very well - and thankfully he didn't starve!! :) It did wear him out though...poor darling!
Grandma and Grandpa were our last stop, it was nice to relax for two days, watch TV [ahhh, DirecTV] and swim in their small pool!!! We are looking to join a pool here so we can go swimming all summer...yay exercise!
We're also looking to go on the Atkins diet...I need to lose about 25 pounds so I'm going on it too - and we might also start using the gym, playing pick-up games of basketball or using the weights room. We'll see. I'm not trying to get down to my old weight [120] - According to my BMI I should weigh anywhere from 120-135 so my goal is 130. Then all my clothes will still fit. I'm looking forward to exercising/Atkins-ing. It's a challenge - and I needed some new recipes anyway. :)
[Have you ever used Atkins? How well did it work?]
Anyway - this entry was not about those things, just wanted to update for those of you interested in mundane real life-y things. :P
I think I figured out where I went wrong with Violet's Monster [current writing project] so I am going to go back to it sometime this week and work, work, work so I can send some of it off to my brother and see what he thinks.
I also have 2 other writing projects I should be doing - working on characters for a Star Trek game and for the Warhammer Fantasy Campaign!!! So...I need to do some research. I DID find some more stuff for my costume for the Warhammer game - Grandma gave me some beige boots that will go perfectly with the blue shirt I found, so now I just need a skirt or pants to complete the outfit...and then I probably need to make jewelry and figure out hair...and the mini just needs to be baked (I keep putting it off b/c I can't decide about the eyes...]
Anyway...totally random updates. But I have a few projects up my sleeve to keep me busy at work so I won't be boring you with real life stuffz. :P
Hope you all are well. :)
Grandma and Grandpa were our last stop, it was nice to relax for two days, watch TV [ahhh, DirecTV] and swim in their small pool!!! We are looking to join a pool here so we can go swimming all summer...yay exercise!
We're also looking to go on the Atkins diet...I need to lose about 25 pounds so I'm going on it too - and we might also start using the gym, playing pick-up games of basketball or using the weights room. We'll see. I'm not trying to get down to my old weight [120] - According to my BMI I should weigh anywhere from 120-135 so my goal is 130. Then all my clothes will still fit. I'm looking forward to exercising/Atkins-ing. It's a challenge - and I needed some new recipes anyway. :)
[Have you ever used Atkins? How well did it work?]
Anyway - this entry was not about those things, just wanted to update for those of you interested in mundane real life-y things. :P
I think I figured out where I went wrong with Violet's Monster [current writing project] so I am going to go back to it sometime this week and work, work, work so I can send some of it off to my brother and see what he thinks.
I also have 2 other writing projects I should be doing - working on characters for a Star Trek game and for the Warhammer Fantasy Campaign!!! So...I need to do some research. I DID find some more stuff for my costume for the Warhammer game - Grandma gave me some beige boots that will go perfectly with the blue shirt I found, so now I just need a skirt or pants to complete the outfit...and then I probably need to make jewelry and figure out hair...and the mini just needs to be baked (I keep putting it off b/c I can't decide about the eyes...]
Anyway...totally random updates. But I have a few projects up my sleeve to keep me busy at work so I won't be boring you with real life stuffz. :P
Hope you all are well. :)
Friday, June 19, 2009
What Happened to the Baby Mole?!
Yeah. Another weird dream.
Last night I found myself tossing and turning [same old, same old] and awake at 4:53. Then again at 5-something. then again at 6-something. I just can't sleep and I don't know why, but at least I have weird dreams to talk about later. :P [What do you prescribe for a sleepless night? I'm lactose-intolerant so warm milk is out. I could try drinking caffeine but then I wouldn't wake up the next morning - it would be dinnertime before I could be woken.]
ANYWAY
In my dream we were going to visit some friends in Greenville [like we are this weekend]. But, they had moved, and when we got to their house it looked like they'd relocated to Colorado [yes, it was gorgeous]. There was a sprinkling of snow on the ground, great arcs of it between the dried grass and rocks. There was a great forest sweeping to the right of us as we walked down the hill toward the lake, which, averred our host, was popular because people liked to go see the moles. [?!?!] We got to the water's edge and, sure enough, there was an enormous crowd and they were all looking at a mole community that lived near the lake. I saw a little black one poke its head up and dart back into the tunnel. I then looked down and saw a baby mole and I couldn't tell if it were alive or dead. [Traumatic!!]
Then I woke up and wondered, "What happened to the baby mole?!?! Is it alive or dead?!?! I went back to 'sleep' to con my brain back into dreaming the end...I thought it out and decided that the baby mole was rescued by its mummy and returned to the den, safe and sound.
Then I heard the alarm and had to get up and go to work. TGIF.
Have a lovely weekend, everyone!
Last night I found myself tossing and turning [same old, same old] and awake at 4:53. Then again at 5-something. then again at 6-something. I just can't sleep and I don't know why, but at least I have weird dreams to talk about later. :P [What do you prescribe for a sleepless night? I'm lactose-intolerant so warm milk is out. I could try drinking caffeine but then I wouldn't wake up the next morning - it would be dinnertime before I could be woken.]
ANYWAY
In my dream we were going to visit some friends in Greenville [like we are this weekend]. But, they had moved, and when we got to their house it looked like they'd relocated to Colorado [yes, it was gorgeous]. There was a sprinkling of snow on the ground, great arcs of it between the dried grass and rocks. There was a great forest sweeping to the right of us as we walked down the hill toward the lake, which, averred our host, was popular because people liked to go see the moles. [?!?!] We got to the water's edge and, sure enough, there was an enormous crowd and they were all looking at a mole community that lived near the lake. I saw a little black one poke its head up and dart back into the tunnel. I then looked down and saw a baby mole and I couldn't tell if it were alive or dead. [Traumatic!!]
Then I woke up and wondered, "What happened to the baby mole?!?! Is it alive or dead?!?! I went back to 'sleep' to con my brain back into dreaming the end...I thought it out and decided that the baby mole was rescued by its mummy and returned to the den, safe and sound.
Then I heard the alarm and had to get up and go to work. TGIF.
Have a lovely weekend, everyone!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
10 Little Facts about Moi...
1. All-American Rejects is the band that has the "sound" of my life.
2. If I were in any movies based on their stories and mine, they would be "Finding Neverland" and "Peter Pan."
3. My favorite book of all time is a children's book published in 1945. It is the only first edition [that I know of] that I have. It's "The Adventures of Tippy" by Glanville Smith. Other books that "feel" like what I wish life was like is "The Golden Age" by Kenneth Grahame, "The Blue Castle," "The Story Girl," "The Golden Road," and the Emily trilogy by L.M. Montgomery. Something in them calls to me.
4. My secret [or not so secret] ambition is to become a TV actress on a long-running TV show.
5. I would LARP if anyone wanted to do it with me. And I prefer D&D over Warhammer.
6. I prefer dark jeans over light ones. And I much prefer flared jeans to narrow-legged jeans.
7. I've started purchasing gowns based on my ability to perform in them. I mean to have a small section of the closet one day full of princess-y gowns I can play harp in.
8. My favorite colors of nail polish are glittery rose pink, copper, and black.
9. I love lists. [You didn't know that, right?!]
10. The best Saturday morning would be: getting up to make waffles OR biscuits & gravy, bacon, grits, & eggs for breakfast and sitting down to watch cartoons. This would be followed by a trip to a hobby store and picking something out for each of us to do in the afternoon. Or going to a yard sale.
What about you guys?
2. If I were in any movies based on their stories and mine, they would be "Finding Neverland" and "Peter Pan."
3. My favorite book of all time is a children's book published in 1945. It is the only first edition [that I know of] that I have. It's "The Adventures of Tippy" by Glanville Smith. Other books that "feel" like what I wish life was like is "The Golden Age" by Kenneth Grahame, "The Blue Castle," "The Story Girl," "The Golden Road," and the Emily trilogy by L.M. Montgomery. Something in them calls to me.
4. My secret [or not so secret] ambition is to become a TV actress on a long-running TV show.
5. I would LARP if anyone wanted to do it with me. And I prefer D&D over Warhammer.
6. I prefer dark jeans over light ones. And I much prefer flared jeans to narrow-legged jeans.
7. I've started purchasing gowns based on my ability to perform in them. I mean to have a small section of the closet one day full of princess-y gowns I can play harp in.
8. My favorite colors of nail polish are glittery rose pink, copper, and black.
9. I love lists. [You didn't know that, right?!]
10. The best Saturday morning would be: getting up to make waffles OR biscuits & gravy, bacon, grits, & eggs for breakfast and sitting down to watch cartoons. This would be followed by a trip to a hobby store and picking something out for each of us to do in the afternoon. Or going to a yard sale.
What about you guys?
Purpose or Random?
I just had a very interesting conversation...a girl came in to ask if we offered overseas education. I know I've heard about the Korntal school in Germany but I couldn't find any information on our new website. SIGH. Anyway, while we were chatting and looking things up, she talked about what schools she'd been to, what she was thinking of doing, and how she's unsure of what she really wants.
I started telling her about what CIU offers and told her about my major and what I wanted to do and she asked, "Isn't it hard for Christians to do film/theatre?" Which of course is one of my favorite topics to talk about - so I told her about Ralph Winter and "Knowing" and how there were more Christians than people thought in Hollywood and then she mentioned that she had two friends who were very talented but they weren't Christians and asked if she could connect us so we could talk.
Hence, I am now her friend on facebook and might be dialogging with some of her unsaved friends who were raised by lesbians. [Which, I also told her, were the people I've always wanted to minister to...it's always been a desire for me.]
Anyway...random? Perchance not...
I started telling her about what CIU offers and told her about my major and what I wanted to do and she asked, "Isn't it hard for Christians to do film/theatre?" Which of course is one of my favorite topics to talk about - so I told her about Ralph Winter and "Knowing" and how there were more Christians than people thought in Hollywood and then she mentioned that she had two friends who were very talented but they weren't Christians and asked if she could connect us so we could talk.
Hence, I am now her friend on facebook and might be dialogging with some of her unsaved friends who were raised by lesbians. [Which, I also told her, were the people I've always wanted to minister to...it's always been a desire for me.]
Anyway...random? Perchance not...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Creepy Dreams + Drooling + A Nice Evening = ?!?!?!
So last night was a lot of fun - we received OUTLANDER in the mail a few days ago and had made some plans with some friends to watch it. We grabbed some fried chicken [alarmingly expensive at KFC, way cheaper but unavailable at Wal-mart], I made mashed potatoes and corn on the cob, and we settled down to watch the movie. It was a cool movie, by the way, I'd recommend it. Pretty awesome and a little scary. Great story, acting, and characters. *thumbs up*
I've had some trouble sleeping for a few days [AGAIN] so I went to bed at midnight and thought I'd be fine. I tossed and turned the majority of the night and woke up one time to find drool ALL OVER MY ARM. As in, soaked. I'll leave it up to you to figure out if it was me or Stu. :P Anyway, after being grossed out completely I tried to sleep and dreamed a very weird, freaky dream. It had a snake in it. A snake always = a bad thing in my family's dreams.
I dreamed that my family and I were at our old log cabin in TN [I've theorized that a lot of my dreams have me in that house b/c that is the place I've lived the longest and therefore have the most memory of] and we were having a party. People left and a storm began to kick up. Our stained glass windows [we didn't have those in real life] shattered and we knew a monster was coming. I grabbed a huge, kick-butt sword [it was awesome] and waited. Sure enough, a huge grey snake came slithering through the door. It headed for my mom, whose back was to the door. She was talking to someone and NO ONE ELSE NOTICED THE SNAKE. I tried to kill it w/out lopping off everyone else's head but I couldn't get in close enough until right before it was about to strike at my mom. I killed it and then called on a fairy to repair our house. My parents were really really upset that I was calling a fairy but I tried to tell them it wasn't bad - she did come and repair everything [with a wave of her wand] and then I prayed to God, thanking Him for her and for me being able to kill the snake and that our family was safe.
Weird, weird, weird. I think me killing the snake w/out my family noticing is my frustration when they don't listen to me. I have dreams like that a lot, where I see something that other people don't notice/don't care to do anything about. I feel like people don't listen to me, I guess. :P
So now I'm tired and a little freaked out, bored at work because I just finished the one project I've been drawing out for weeks.
Ah, well. C'est la vie.
I've had some trouble sleeping for a few days [AGAIN] so I went to bed at midnight and thought I'd be fine. I tossed and turned the majority of the night and woke up one time to find drool ALL OVER MY ARM. As in, soaked. I'll leave it up to you to figure out if it was me or Stu. :P Anyway, after being grossed out completely I tried to sleep and dreamed a very weird, freaky dream. It had a snake in it. A snake always = a bad thing in my family's dreams.
I dreamed that my family and I were at our old log cabin in TN [I've theorized that a lot of my dreams have me in that house b/c that is the place I've lived the longest and therefore have the most memory of] and we were having a party. People left and a storm began to kick up. Our stained glass windows [we didn't have those in real life] shattered and we knew a monster was coming. I grabbed a huge, kick-butt sword [it was awesome] and waited. Sure enough, a huge grey snake came slithering through the door. It headed for my mom, whose back was to the door. She was talking to someone and NO ONE ELSE NOTICED THE SNAKE. I tried to kill it w/out lopping off everyone else's head but I couldn't get in close enough until right before it was about to strike at my mom. I killed it and then called on a fairy to repair our house. My parents were really really upset that I was calling a fairy but I tried to tell them it wasn't bad - she did come and repair everything [with a wave of her wand] and then I prayed to God, thanking Him for her and for me being able to kill the snake and that our family was safe.
Weird, weird, weird. I think me killing the snake w/out my family noticing is my frustration when they don't listen to me. I have dreams like that a lot, where I see something that other people don't notice/don't care to do anything about. I feel like people don't listen to me, I guess. :P
So now I'm tired and a little freaked out, bored at work because I just finished the one project I've been drawing out for weeks.
Ah, well. C'est la vie.
Monday, June 15, 2009
A Softer World
I don't recommend reading a lot on this site - it can get a little dirty. But the comics are usually either a) weirdly hilarious or b) heartbreaking. Like today's. If you don't know about asofterworld.com, the comic is 3+ pictures with type pasted on. Today's were 3 pictures of people in a park and the comic reads:
I've been keeping a fake diary
so when people make a movie of my life
they'll think I was happy.
...Wow.
Also...postsecret.blogspot.com. Heart-wrenching.
I've been keeping a fake diary
so when people make a movie of my life
they'll think I was happy.
...Wow.
Also...postsecret.blogspot.com. Heart-wrenching.
The Weekend's Over...Welcome Back to Work
Sadly, the weekend is over. We had a great time with Stu's parents and friends - it was a relaxing, slow and comforting weekend and I'm glad it's a close-by getaway. We went down Friday night and then Saturday we went out for brunch and went to Goodwill where I found some awesome stuff! [more on that later] Then we went home and fixed lasagna for Stu's parents and later hung out w/ some of Stu's friends from high school. Sunday we slept in until 11:30 [we'd stayed up until 3:00 a.m. that morning] and then 'chillaxed' until dinner when Stu's sister and niece came for dinner. We watched some X-files and called it a night. We got up this morning to meet Stu's mom's friend for breakfast at Waffle House and then made our way back to Columbia. The only bad thing about the weekend were the ants. In our car. Needless to say, Stu had fun playing exterminator once we got home...
Stu is now the proud owner of the worst suit I have ever seen. It was $10 at Goodwill and is perfect for costume parties or for a villain in one of our short films. It's a mustard yellow, black-striped '80's suit. Absolutely horrendous.
I found a shirt I'm going to wear for RPG nights this summer [no joke, it's perfect for my character], along with nice pinstriped pants for work and a flowy Renaissance shirt w/ cool sleeves. We also found a mini grand piano [as in, 1/12 scale] that Stu's mom bought for me for the dollhouse.
Stu's mom also went to a flea market and found a bunch of dollhouse stuff and bought it all for me! There's an adorable little bench, a baby carriage, a hat, a tricycle, a lamp, a butter churn, 2 candlesticks & candles, a small square table and a side table...I can't wait to play dollhouse tonight!!
Anyway...I'm excited about my new story, Violet's Monster. I've written out what needs to happen and I think it's going to end up around 75-100 pages, which was a lot longer than I had thought it would be originally. We'll see how it goes. I'm even more excited that I got to talk about it with Stu last night and iron some things out in the storyline - and he's excited about it! :) We even talked about adapting it into a movie [which I would give him the rights to], which would be awesome. :)
Bye for now.
Stu is now the proud owner of the worst suit I have ever seen. It was $10 at Goodwill and is perfect for costume parties or for a villain in one of our short films. It's a mustard yellow, black-striped '80's suit. Absolutely horrendous.
I found a shirt I'm going to wear for RPG nights this summer [no joke, it's perfect for my character], along with nice pinstriped pants for work and a flowy Renaissance shirt w/ cool sleeves. We also found a mini grand piano [as in, 1/12 scale] that Stu's mom bought for me for the dollhouse.
Stu's mom also went to a flea market and found a bunch of dollhouse stuff and bought it all for me! There's an adorable little bench, a baby carriage, a hat, a tricycle, a lamp, a butter churn, 2 candlesticks & candles, a small square table and a side table...I can't wait to play dollhouse tonight!!
Anyway...I'm excited about my new story, Violet's Monster. I've written out what needs to happen and I think it's going to end up around 75-100 pages, which was a lot longer than I had thought it would be originally. We'll see how it goes. I'm even more excited that I got to talk about it with Stu last night and iron some things out in the storyline - and he's excited about it! :) We even talked about adapting it into a movie [which I would give him the rights to], which would be awesome. :)
Bye for now.
Friday, June 12, 2009
TEASER
I just started writing a new story. This one's going to be a little longer than The Girl Who Lost Her Voice so after I'm done if you want to read it I'll e-mail you if you message me/call me/e-mail me. Here's a teaser:
"Violet Prince was not afraid of ordinary, regular things like other people; that is, she was not afraid of closed-in spaces, big dogs, the dark, or strange men with sunglasses, thunderstorms, or even of failing her exams. She was, however, deathly afraid of monsters, especially those just outside her shower."
Thoughts?
"Violet Prince was not afraid of ordinary, regular things like other people; that is, she was not afraid of closed-in spaces, big dogs, the dark, or strange men with sunglasses, thunderstorms, or even of failing her exams. She was, however, deathly afraid of monsters, especially those just outside her shower."
Thoughts?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Story-Writing, Procrastination, & Final Products?
I want to write another story. I had a lot of fun with The Girl Who Lost Her Voice and although I am still in the process of finding the right illustration style, I am looking forward to another project, so much so in fact, that I pulled out my thumbdrive and clicked through my "Stories" folder [which is full of mostly incomplete/unedited ideas and rough drafts] for inspiration. I came up with a few ideas and I want to write but...I'm procrastinating.
Why is it so hard to sit down and write? Why am I just sitting here clicking through comics, facebook, and checking my e-mail every five seconds instead of penning the next great children's story? [tongue-in-cheek] I don't know. I don't know if I'm a "real" writer [someone who wants to write stories for a sort-of-living while working a part-time job to make ends meet, etc.] or not but I do enjoy the process of writing, I don't like editing very much and I am a very good procrastinator, all of which would point to me being at least partly serious about a writing career. I think.
I'm going to look at inspiration, story ideas, motivation, procrastination, and final products in order to get me in the mood to write the next story, whether it's the one about the girl and her monster friend or the one about a little boy who sneaks into summer camp for free. Here's hoping this actually works:
1. Inspiration - Writers have to be inspired. You can't just poop out a story. If you try that, you end up with what it is - crap. Something that will not sell. And something you won't be proud of. Some writers need quiet and lots of thinking time. Some need a coffee shop to scribble in or a place to walk. Others [like me] need constant music, or occasionally a movie or a place to sit down and wonder "what if...?" Whatever it is, writers are artists and need a muse before they begin writing, which is why I think sometimes we procrastinate. The right moment hasn't come yet and we aren't inspired enough.
2. Story ideas - I know a lot of people ask authors "Where do you get your story ideas?" which is really a silly question - how do we know? But there are a few things I have to reply to that with. Sometimes, ideas come into our head from nowhere. They just POP into our brain with no explanation and take us on an adventure. Other times, writers spend a lot of time thinking, letting their brains mull over things and then come up with a story based on things they've experienced or seen in real life. Another way to get story ideas is to notice what's around you and ask "what if" and put a twist on real life and bend it and see if it works. I've experienced all three - and it's fun to watch the process of all of it coming together.
3. Motivation - why do we write? For some, it's a job. They know they have good ideas, they are serious about becoming a great author and they work at it. It's a regular career choice for some. There are others that just HAVE to write. They are born with the itch to spill words from pens and don't care as much if they are well-known or make the best salary possible. They would just die if they couldn't write. I don't think I know any other kinds of writers.
4. Procrastination - Like I said above, I believe that we have to be inspired before we begin writing. Sometimes, though, no matter how many cups of coffee are drunk, no matter how much music is listened to, and no matter how many miles are walked, the inspiration is there and we simply sit and stare off into space. It's just not the right time or we don't feel like it or we simply DON'T DO IT. We just "waste" time. There's got to be a reason for this [brain following its own little train of thought??] but I don't know a good one. No excuse for procrastinating. At least I don't think so. If there is a good excuse, I'll probably use it some day. :)
5. Final/Finished Products - the majority of writers know that a product/story is never finished. Things can always be improved upon, added to, or edited. There is never enough time to make the best book in the world and you have to make the best you can. I wonder sometimes how I'll handle it. Reading a copy of my own book and wondering what would have happened if I...and then I have to realize that I just need to let it go and move on to the next thing. There are lots of artists/writers who keep editing for ages before they're ready to show the world their creation.
It's a brave step, not one that writers/artists take lightly. It's an interesting thing, seeing how your "baby" is accepted/rejected by the world. A bit daunting. Terrifying, even - but to get our ideas out there, we will brave the rejection slips and bad reviews. Why? I don't really know...paycheck for some, connection for others, and creating something that you want to read, who knows why we really write? It's a very interesting subject. And something I'm going to be thinking about for a while.
What are your thoughts?
I'm going to go try to at least write a poem. I need some good music.
Bye.
Why is it so hard to sit down and write? Why am I just sitting here clicking through comics, facebook, and checking my e-mail every five seconds instead of penning the next great children's story? [tongue-in-cheek] I don't know. I don't know if I'm a "real" writer [someone who wants to write stories for a sort-of-living while working a part-time job to make ends meet, etc.] or not but I do enjoy the process of writing, I don't like editing very much and I am a very good procrastinator, all of which would point to me being at least partly serious about a writing career. I think.
I'm going to look at inspiration, story ideas, motivation, procrastination, and final products in order to get me in the mood to write the next story, whether it's the one about the girl and her monster friend or the one about a little boy who sneaks into summer camp for free. Here's hoping this actually works:
1. Inspiration - Writers have to be inspired. You can't just poop out a story. If you try that, you end up with what it is - crap. Something that will not sell. And something you won't be proud of. Some writers need quiet and lots of thinking time. Some need a coffee shop to scribble in or a place to walk. Others [like me] need constant music, or occasionally a movie or a place to sit down and wonder "what if...?" Whatever it is, writers are artists and need a muse before they begin writing, which is why I think sometimes we procrastinate. The right moment hasn't come yet and we aren't inspired enough.
2. Story ideas - I know a lot of people ask authors "Where do you get your story ideas?" which is really a silly question - how do we know? But there are a few things I have to reply to that with. Sometimes, ideas come into our head from nowhere. They just POP into our brain with no explanation and take us on an adventure. Other times, writers spend a lot of time thinking, letting their brains mull over things and then come up with a story based on things they've experienced or seen in real life. Another way to get story ideas is to notice what's around you and ask "what if" and put a twist on real life and bend it and see if it works. I've experienced all three - and it's fun to watch the process of all of it coming together.
3. Motivation - why do we write? For some, it's a job. They know they have good ideas, they are serious about becoming a great author and they work at it. It's a regular career choice for some. There are others that just HAVE to write. They are born with the itch to spill words from pens and don't care as much if they are well-known or make the best salary possible. They would just die if they couldn't write. I don't think I know any other kinds of writers.
4. Procrastination - Like I said above, I believe that we have to be inspired before we begin writing. Sometimes, though, no matter how many cups of coffee are drunk, no matter how much music is listened to, and no matter how many miles are walked, the inspiration is there and we simply sit and stare off into space. It's just not the right time or we don't feel like it or we simply DON'T DO IT. We just "waste" time. There's got to be a reason for this [brain following its own little train of thought??] but I don't know a good one. No excuse for procrastinating. At least I don't think so. If there is a good excuse, I'll probably use it some day. :)
5. Final/Finished Products - the majority of writers know that a product/story is never finished. Things can always be improved upon, added to, or edited. There is never enough time to make the best book in the world and you have to make the best you can. I wonder sometimes how I'll handle it. Reading a copy of my own book and wondering what would have happened if I...and then I have to realize that I just need to let it go and move on to the next thing. There are lots of artists/writers who keep editing for ages before they're ready to show the world their creation.
It's a brave step, not one that writers/artists take lightly. It's an interesting thing, seeing how your "baby" is accepted/rejected by the world. A bit daunting. Terrifying, even - but to get our ideas out there, we will brave the rejection slips and bad reviews. Why? I don't really know...paycheck for some, connection for others, and creating something that you want to read, who knows why we really write? It's a very interesting subject. And something I'm going to be thinking about for a while.
What are your thoughts?
I'm going to go try to at least write a poem. I need some good music.
Bye.
Kate vs. The Blue Marlin
[the above is a reference - 100 pts. to anyone who guesses it correctly]
Well, I sent 3 e-mails out yesterday inquiring as to whether some upscale restaurants wanted to hire a harpist for a gig...we'll see how that goes. I'm not expecting anything but it would be nice to make an extra $50 now and then.
My first harp teacher used to play at a Chik-Fil-A once a month, just for publicity/tips. It really helps get the word out and is good business for the harpist and the restaurant, so I'm hoping that the ones I e-mailed realize that they have a great opportunity. I would love to be able to play once a month for 2 hours and make a little extra cash [for dollhouse stuff, haha]...
I watched 1/2 of "You Can't Take it With You" [directed by Frank Capra, based on a play by George S. Kaufman] last night - I'd seen it once but forgotten how quirky it was. If you like old black and white movies like "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington," "Arsenic and Old Lace," or "The Little Shop Around the Corner," you'll probably love this one. It's the story of a very eccentric, artsy family and the one "sensible" granddaughter who is engaged to marry the son of a man who is trying to rid the family of their home. Complications and hilarity ensue.
I remembered my dream from the other night! And had another weird one. The other night I dreamed that someone really wanted the new Banana Nut Cheerios and I was trying to explain to them that we hadn't picked any up from Sam's club and that we couldn't get to them but then I was at Sam's and was picking them up and arguing with whoever it was about it...strange.
Last night I dreamed that my family and I were in a trailer on a property where lots of fairytale creatures lived or wreaked havoc occasionally [no, we were not in the movie "Shrek"]...we heard that a giant was coming and we had a little African-American baby with us so we wrapped her up in my purse and I put headphones on her and put my Discman in the purse so the baby would listen to music and fall asleep [except the headphones were slipping but the baby didn't mind] and I was preparing to take her away so the giant wouldn't come in and EAT her [isn't that awful?!?!] and my dumb sister [she's not really dumb in real life but she aggravates me in my dreams sometimes] opened the door and the giant came in [and shrank to our size] and wanted a tour of everything and I was trying to hide the baby and it turned into my brother Andrew and then I was hiding but I didn't need to so I came out, all in a bad mood and the giant was looking at all my dollhouse stuff which was in the freezer, and after she left I asked Nan what she meant by letting her in and she just shrugged and I was like "How were we in danger anyway, she's our size!" and she was like, "Well, I just knew that they ground bones for bread, so..."
Anyway, it was a weird dream. Not exactly sure why I dreamed all that. Must have been the Reese's Pieces I ate before going to sleep. :P
Have a lovely day, everybody.
Well, I sent 3 e-mails out yesterday inquiring as to whether some upscale restaurants wanted to hire a harpist for a gig...we'll see how that goes. I'm not expecting anything but it would be nice to make an extra $50 now and then.
My first harp teacher used to play at a Chik-Fil-A once a month, just for publicity/tips. It really helps get the word out and is good business for the harpist and the restaurant, so I'm hoping that the ones I e-mailed realize that they have a great opportunity. I would love to be able to play once a month for 2 hours and make a little extra cash [for dollhouse stuff, haha]...
I watched 1/2 of "You Can't Take it With You" [directed by Frank Capra, based on a play by George S. Kaufman] last night - I'd seen it once but forgotten how quirky it was. If you like old black and white movies like "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington," "Arsenic and Old Lace," or "The Little Shop Around the Corner," you'll probably love this one. It's the story of a very eccentric, artsy family and the one "sensible" granddaughter who is engaged to marry the son of a man who is trying to rid the family of their home. Complications and hilarity ensue.
I remembered my dream from the other night! And had another weird one. The other night I dreamed that someone really wanted the new Banana Nut Cheerios and I was trying to explain to them that we hadn't picked any up from Sam's club and that we couldn't get to them but then I was at Sam's and was picking them up and arguing with whoever it was about it...strange.
Last night I dreamed that my family and I were in a trailer on a property where lots of fairytale creatures lived or wreaked havoc occasionally [no, we were not in the movie "Shrek"]...we heard that a giant was coming and we had a little African-American baby with us so we wrapped her up in my purse and I put headphones on her and put my Discman in the purse so the baby would listen to music and fall asleep [except the headphones were slipping but the baby didn't mind] and I was preparing to take her away so the giant wouldn't come in and EAT her [isn't that awful?!?!] and my dumb sister [she's not really dumb in real life but she aggravates me in my dreams sometimes] opened the door and the giant came in [and shrank to our size] and wanted a tour of everything and I was trying to hide the baby and it turned into my brother Andrew and then I was hiding but I didn't need to so I came out, all in a bad mood and the giant was looking at all my dollhouse stuff which was in the freezer, and after she left I asked Nan what she meant by letting her in and she just shrugged and I was like "How were we in danger anyway, she's our size!" and she was like, "Well, I just knew that they ground bones for bread, so..."
Anyway, it was a weird dream. Not exactly sure why I dreamed all that. Must have been the Reese's Pieces I ate before going to sleep. :P
Have a lovely day, everybody.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
"Knowing," Dreams, and Air Conditioning [etc.]
I am happy to report that our landlord got our air fixed AND we have a place for the harps. Huzzah! Now we don't have to pack up all our crap and move out. :)
Last night we went to see the movie "Knowing" at the St. Andrew's $2 theater. We were expecting an "Armageddon" of sorts, a nice action flick with little to no emotional resonance or thought process. I even told Stu off-handedly what would have to happen and thought I knew what the gun on the table was. BOY WAS I WRONG!!! WTF?!?!?!
It's based on a sci-fi novel written by a Catholic, and I don't want to say anything else because it'll spoil it. Let's just say the genre for this movie, which I thought was action/thriller is actually sci-fi/fantasy/horror/thriller/action. It is JAM PACKED with stuff, in a good way, and scared the hell out of me while causing me to gasp in awe. It's crazy. If you don't like scary movies DO NOT WATCH THIS ONE. But if you want to see a Christian work of art that is gritty, real, scary, and just...weirdly incredible, try it. You might like it. Stu and I are going to buy it and we might go see it again.
Although I did have 3 really weird dreams last night.
I dreamed that I was in our old log cabin with my sister who was demon-possessed [I could tell by the red glints in her eyes] and she was dating this guy [who may have been a demon...] and I started praying and talking about God and it got really windy and knocked the breath out of me but I kept going and I screamed out about Jesus' love. It was weird.
I also dreamed that Stu and I were in camo and that he was running from the govt. for something and a bunch of people from The Office were there and suddenly all these helicopters were there [we were in a huge forest somewhere in Northern United States or maybe southern Canada] and the forest was swamped with soldiers and I was trying to hide Stu and let him get away while I distracted them. That was also weird.
The last dream...I can't remember right now but I woke up and remembered it and wanted to write it on here. :( Maybe I'll think of it later.
I got another story idea in the shower this morning so I may take the afternoon and see if I can at least start on it. Still working on illustrations for The Girl Who Lost Her Voice and it's tough. I can't figure out what exactly it's supposed to look like. Ah, well. I'll keep trying.
Also, I'm looking for a job for the fall - I want a stay-at-home job and apparently there are some around here...also, I wouldn't mind working at a hotel or as an office assistant somewhere and there are some opportunities so it's time to brush up my resume and hopefully send something out next month! Wish me luck. Job-hunting is not my forte as I would much rather be at home entertaining, playing dollhouse, or doing harp gigs. Speaking of harp gigs...I want a restaurant gig. Play 1 night a month, get tips, etc...nice little side job. :)
Have a lovely day, everybody. :) Bye for now.
Last night we went to see the movie "Knowing" at the St. Andrew's $2 theater. We were expecting an "Armageddon" of sorts, a nice action flick with little to no emotional resonance or thought process. I even told Stu off-handedly what would have to happen and thought I knew what the gun on the table was. BOY WAS I WRONG!!! WTF?!?!?!
It's based on a sci-fi novel written by a Catholic, and I don't want to say anything else because it'll spoil it. Let's just say the genre for this movie, which I thought was action/thriller is actually sci-fi/fantasy/horror/thriller/action. It is JAM PACKED with stuff, in a good way, and scared the hell out of me while causing me to gasp in awe. It's crazy. If you don't like scary movies DO NOT WATCH THIS ONE. But if you want to see a Christian work of art that is gritty, real, scary, and just...weirdly incredible, try it. You might like it. Stu and I are going to buy it and we might go see it again.
Although I did have 3 really weird dreams last night.
I dreamed that I was in our old log cabin with my sister who was demon-possessed [I could tell by the red glints in her eyes] and she was dating this guy [who may have been a demon...] and I started praying and talking about God and it got really windy and knocked the breath out of me but I kept going and I screamed out about Jesus' love. It was weird.
I also dreamed that Stu and I were in camo and that he was running from the govt. for something and a bunch of people from The Office were there and suddenly all these helicopters were there [we were in a huge forest somewhere in Northern United States or maybe southern Canada] and the forest was swamped with soldiers and I was trying to hide Stu and let him get away while I distracted them. That was also weird.
The last dream...I can't remember right now but I woke up and remembered it and wanted to write it on here. :( Maybe I'll think of it later.
I got another story idea in the shower this morning so I may take the afternoon and see if I can at least start on it. Still working on illustrations for The Girl Who Lost Her Voice and it's tough. I can't figure out what exactly it's supposed to look like. Ah, well. I'll keep trying.
Also, I'm looking for a job for the fall - I want a stay-at-home job and apparently there are some around here...also, I wouldn't mind working at a hotel or as an office assistant somewhere and there are some opportunities so it's time to brush up my resume and hopefully send something out next month! Wish me luck. Job-hunting is not my forte as I would much rather be at home entertaining, playing dollhouse, or doing harp gigs. Speaking of harp gigs...I want a restaurant gig. Play 1 night a month, get tips, etc...nice little side job. :)
Have a lovely day, everybody. :) Bye for now.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Update?
Hey everybody!
Team Cone is trying to figure out the next step in the we-don't-have-air-conditioning process...yep, now our air conditioner's broken...given the events of last winter w/ the heat not being fixed for months...we are looking up rental laws and seeing when we break our lease to move out to cooler pastures, as it were. We don't really want to do this but we have $20,000 worth of harps, dollhouses, TV and computers so...we don't want them damaged by intolerable heat and humidity. So pray that we can either get the air conditioning fixed or that we can move the harps out for a while or that we can find a new cheap place to live. That's the update for the AC. More to come.
Today I'm grateful for:
1. Friends who give me meds to help me get better [hello, Mucinex!]
2. My new copper-colored nail polish [pretty...]
3. Friends who let us borrow their Sam's card to go shopping
4. Lunch breaks
5. weekend trips to the in-laws [this weekend! WOOT!]
I'm throwing ideas around to write another story. The Girl Who Lost Her Voice has gone through 3-4 edits and I'll probably do another one today. I'm also going to start working on illustrations. I've done some preliminary work but haven't found the right style yet. I'm going for simple.
We got some Warhammer stuff last night so I can begin researching for my character, Andromeda! I'm going to be "dressing up" (as much as I can...I don't have the resources to REALLY play dress-up) when we play...I've got a new dice box [it's a lovely little stone box recovered from my old dollhouse] and a lovely new little mini as well. Huzzah!
That's all for now - tootles!
Team Cone is trying to figure out the next step in the we-don't-have-air-conditioning process...yep, now our air conditioner's broken...given the events of last winter w/ the heat not being fixed for months...we are looking up rental laws and seeing when we break our lease to move out to cooler pastures, as it were. We don't really want to do this but we have $20,000 worth of harps, dollhouses, TV and computers so...we don't want them damaged by intolerable heat and humidity. So pray that we can either get the air conditioning fixed or that we can move the harps out for a while or that we can find a new cheap place to live. That's the update for the AC. More to come.
Today I'm grateful for:
1. Friends who give me meds to help me get better [hello, Mucinex!]
2. My new copper-colored nail polish [pretty...]
3. Friends who let us borrow their Sam's card to go shopping
4. Lunch breaks
5. weekend trips to the in-laws [this weekend! WOOT!]
I'm throwing ideas around to write another story. The Girl Who Lost Her Voice has gone through 3-4 edits and I'll probably do another one today. I'm also going to start working on illustrations. I've done some preliminary work but haven't found the right style yet. I'm going for simple.
We got some Warhammer stuff last night so I can begin researching for my character, Andromeda! I'm going to be "dressing up" (as much as I can...I don't have the resources to REALLY play dress-up) when we play...I've got a new dice box [it's a lovely little stone box recovered from my old dollhouse] and a lovely new little mini as well. Huzzah!
That's all for now - tootles!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Summer and Sweat
It's no secret that I detest summer. I stop eating, I stop sleeping [if no air conditioning] or sleep all the time [with air conditioning], and I wander around the house listlessly, bored out of my mind. It's just...too...hot. It's my hibernating time. I'm wondering if there is something in my body that dislikes heat [I've grown up in the South; I'm no stranger to 100 degree heat and 900% humidity] or if it's just me. Maybe a combination?
Anyway - I am trying to work on being a person who complains less and speaks positively. So, here is a list of what I DO enjoy about summer and things that I'm going to do to keep myself from being bored.
Things I Like About Summer:
1. Swimming! [Stu and I are going to find a pool to join!!]
2. Drive-in movies
3. Popsicles & Ice Cream Sandwiches [oh, yeah]
4. Pink Lemonade
5. Different work schedule - my nights are FREE!
6. No homework!!!
7. More hours at work = More money in the paycheck, which = a little more cash to spend on birthday presents, movies, books, and music
8. Harp gigs [or more of them...or more likelihood of them...]
9. Cookouts
10. People visiting from out-of-state or staying with us!
11. Summer clothes [I love my capris and flip-flops]
12. yard sales/flea markets [my mother-in-law just picked me up a box of dollhouse stuff at a flea market! I get to see them next weekend!!!]
13. Fireworks - I LOVE FIREWORKS; yay 4th of July!!!
14. Road trips
Things I am doing this summer to escape boredom:
1. Play a Warhammer Fantasy campaign [My mini is mostly complete!]
2. Read through the Harry Potter books and
3. watch through Ugly Betty, X-Files, Arrested Development, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
4. Knit/sew myself some new clothes
5. Write stories/poems [some poetry/a story already written!]
6. Build/decorate my dollhouses
7. Look for a new job/new house/new puppy
See? There are plenty of things to be happy about and things to do if you look. I just need to have a new outlook, turn a new leaf, change my perspective, and consider my life from a different side. :) All in all, it's not so bad. I'm a lot better off than a lot of people - I've got a man I love who loves me right back, good friends, and time to enjoy them. I am blessed. All a matter of perspective.
Anyway - I am trying to work on being a person who complains less and speaks positively. So, here is a list of what I DO enjoy about summer and things that I'm going to do to keep myself from being bored.
Things I Like About Summer:
1. Swimming! [Stu and I are going to find a pool to join!!]
2. Drive-in movies
3. Popsicles & Ice Cream Sandwiches [oh, yeah]
4. Pink Lemonade
5. Different work schedule - my nights are FREE!
6. No homework!!!
7. More hours at work = More money in the paycheck, which = a little more cash to spend on birthday presents, movies, books, and music
8. Harp gigs [or more of them...or more likelihood of them...]
9. Cookouts
10. People visiting from out-of-state or staying with us!
11. Summer clothes [I love my capris and flip-flops]
12. yard sales/flea markets [my mother-in-law just picked me up a box of dollhouse stuff at a flea market! I get to see them next weekend!!!]
13. Fireworks - I LOVE FIREWORKS; yay 4th of July!!!
14. Road trips
Things I am doing this summer to escape boredom:
1. Play a Warhammer Fantasy campaign [My mini is mostly complete!]
2. Read through the Harry Potter books and
3. watch through Ugly Betty, X-Files, Arrested Development, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
4. Knit/sew myself some new clothes
5. Write stories/poems [some poetry/a story already written!]
6. Build/decorate my dollhouses
7. Look for a new job/new house/new puppy
See? There are plenty of things to be happy about and things to do if you look. I just need to have a new outlook, turn a new leaf, change my perspective, and consider my life from a different side. :) All in all, it's not so bad. I'm a lot better off than a lot of people - I've got a man I love who loves me right back, good friends, and time to enjoy them. I am blessed. All a matter of perspective.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Georgia On My Mind
Yes, I've actually played/sang that song. :) Anyway...heading off to GA for the weekend to play in a friend's wedding, woohoo!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The Girl Who Lost Her Voice
I posted a new story I wrote up on facebook - go check it out and let me know what you think! It's a rough draft (2nd draft) and I want some critiques before I start editing for realz and start thinking about illustrations. Hope you guys are headed for a lovely weekend!
Monday, June 1, 2009
Just to Say
No matter if the movie[s] are of great quality or poor, the IDEA of a love story will win over a depressing idea almost every time [for movie of the year, not for quality or sfx or acting, etc.]. Just saying.
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