So I forgot to post yesterday. Kept meaning to and kept putting it off. So there's no need to keep posting every day...at least not for the "contest." Forget just one day, and it's all over. See you next month? Maybe?
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Posting from my phone today. I've either been posting from my iPad or my phone the last several days. The benefit of the iPad is that it is currently attached to a keyboard so it's like using a small laptop. With the phone I use the Swype keyboard, so it feels faster, though I really have to keep an eye out for those pesky autocorrect typos.
We have another thing were doing tonight...and something tomorrow night as well, so I don't know if I'll be doing any long posts or any fiction any time soon. At least I'm still posting every day. Now with the Blogger app both on my phone and my iPad, it's kind of made easier...plus I have an alarm set on my phone to go off at 10:45 am to remind me to post. I'm not allowed to swipe it away until after I've posted. The nagging effect seems to be working.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Got up way too early, went out to breakfast with hubby. Went to our mental health support class, took our daughter and her friend an hour south took a Homestuck meet-up, came home.
Day started around 6:20am and here it is 9:37pm. I want to go to bed though I predict a mild second around 10pm or so, leading to a 12am bedtime. We'll see...
Friday, June 13, 2014
I am having a hard time concentrating. It could be due to the giggling girls down the hall, since my daughter is having a sleepover. We will be going to a Homestuck cosplay meet-up tomorrow. No, I don't cosplay. If I did, it would be as River Song. Or maybe if just wear a piece of memorabilia from all of my favorite famdoms...Doctor Who, Sherlock, BSG TRS, Cat Woman...the list goes on...
I'm not going to try to write more...to much giggling.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Monday, June 09, 2014
Sunday, June 08, 2014
See you tomorrow(?)
Saturday, June 07, 2014
Friday, June 06, 2014
What did I do today?
I took my daughter to school. I got blood drawn as I do on a regular basis to check my cholesterol, blood sugar, and other blood panel and urine panel checks to make sure all the meds I'm taking are not messing with my kidneys or other internal organs.
The results show up in my email bit by bit. Still don't have my blood sugar levels. Cholesterol was a little higher than usual. This might be because I tried getting my cholesterol meds refilled though the mail this time. I thought I gave plenty of time, but when they still hadn't arrived by the time I was out, I decided it was a fail. I gave them through the weekend, thinking that was all I was going to be without them. I checked the website on a Monday, and there was no record me even ordering them. It was possible that at the very end, perhaps I did not press one last confirmation button. I still don't know how it could have happened because I remember getting a page that said my order was complete. I couldn't wait another week to ten days, so I ordered them online to pick up at the pharmacy. Of course they would not be ready till Wednesday for pick up because I didn't order them until after noon. If it had been before noon, I could have picked them up Tuesday.
By Wednesday, we were low on funds, so I had to wait till Thursday. I forgot until Friday after the pharmacy closed. Had to wait till the following Monday. I started taking them again that Monday night. Two days later, I get a call from my doctor's office telling me it's time to come in for my blood panel and it's a fasting one. No eating after 8pm. Because I had only been back on my cholesterol meds for a couple of days, I decided to wait till the following week on Thursday to get my blood drawn. Thursday morning I woke up, not entirely sure if I had stopped eating before 8pm. So Friday, it was!
It is now 10:25 PM. It took me that long to write that little bit. I am way too easily distracted to write anything of length. I need to get into the habit of writing again...yet if I talk about it like it's work that I don't want to do, do I really want to write? I want to want to want to write. That will be my mantra this month. Maybe I will start to enjoy it again. Now it's just kind of, "Meh."
Thursday, June 05, 2014
Jim watched as she disappeared inside. Boy, he thought, Penelope sure has changed!
Wednesday, June 04, 2014
As I mentioned, I got closer. I had several good rants going that would have made decent blog posts, but I kept putting it off. By the time I was ready to sit down and write, they disappeared into thin air. Maybe tomorrow I'll start earlier. Maybe I'll finally sit down and write a short story. I just get so distracted lately, I don't feel like I have the patience to focus on any one thing for any length of time. How does one attain self-discipline? How does one become motivated enough to attain self-discipline. I don't think it counts if it comes easy. That isn't self-discipline, that's just doing something that comes relatively easy.
And now, here it is, 10:13PM PDT. How did I get here? Well....maybe it was because I started watching season 1, episode 2 of "Weeds" this morning. I had already watched the first episode yesterday. Then the rest of the day was filled with, "Just one more episode..." I've been putting off watching this show for years. I didn't think I would have anything in common with a woman who sells weed to make ends meet. Well, except for the dead husband, and the selling weed, I feel like I have met my fictional soul mate. The only thing I, personally would have done differently is sell my house and downsize. I do not at all see myself selling drugs to make ends meet no matter how desperate I was. Not necessarily because of any morality issue, but because I would be living in constant fear of getting caught and losing my kids.
See you tomorrow?
Tuesday, June 03, 2014
I manage to find every mundane thing to do before I do my post. I had planned on doing a short story from a writing prompt. Instead, I ended up writing an alternate ending summary to a short story one of my fellow writing group members had written. I was going to post my short story here. I am not going to post my summary, because, well, it's just a summary. Also, I didn't get permission from my friend to repost his story here.
The whole time I was writing the summary, and even now, a recording of the Cosmos (an episode from back in April) has been playing. It's making it moderately hard to concentrate. I could turn off the TV but have become so ingrained in having it on at this hour with my husband sitting next to me in bed, flipping through his Facebook while half/watching and listening to Cosmos, or whatever other program is on. I'll have to say, usually by this time, he has checked out and is snoring away by now because he has to get up early for work.
That is all I have to write for now. Hopefully, I will be better disciplined tomorrow.
Monday, June 02, 2014
One of my Facebook friends who has an autistic daughter wrote, "I would prefer them to be tried as adults.... sick" in response to the article mentioning that one of the girls would be sent to Juvenile Detention. Well, I guess I must have had enough of reading other posts about entirely different things where people make emotionally charged knee-jerk statements, because I commented on her post with this:
That girl is sick and needs serious psychiatric intervention. I'm confused about what happened with the other girl in this case, and the victim doesn't seem to be traumatized by this excerpt maybe traumatized that the girls are going to jail? I guess I haven't learned enough from NAMI yet and what I have learned trends to make me upset whenever I see stories like this and everyone automatically wants to send the perpetrator to jail forever without considering mental illness.She responded by kindly explaining her viewpoint as mother with an autistic daughter and explaining more about what she knew about the case. I thanked her, and figured that was that.
Then her friend comments that there is no place in society for people like that, and that a firing squad sounds good to them. That kind of highlighted my point about knee-jerk responses, but this was her friend, not mine, so I let it go (which, yes, I should have let the WHOLE entire thing go to begin with.) Oh, and to be precise, I don't even know this FB friend all that well. Our husbands grew up together. I may have met her in person once or twice.
Then my FB friend makes another post: "Donna: I think I get too emotional with these stories because I live with a daughter who is Autistic and I see how easy she can be led & easily harmed. It truly hurts my heart for the young man and his family.
[her friend's name redacted]: seriously... 2 bullets... I'll pay.
So in the same comment where she sort of apologizes for getting too emotional (not that she should have had to apologize, especially considering the horrific circumstances of the event), she jokingly offers to supply bullets to the firing squad. I wasn't able to stay out of it:
See...this is what I am talking about --do you honestly believe these girls deserve DEATH for what they did? DEATH? I wanted to know what happened to the other girl...was she the one whose mom found the video and turned her in? Or was it the girl in article whose mom turned her in? I am sure if it had been my son, my emotions would take over, and I would want a Scorched earth policy. But what if it had been my teenage daughter? A girl whose brain will not be fully formed in the areas of decision making skills and impulse control until she is closer to 25 (NOT at saying that she had no control of her actions or that she should in any way be EXCUSED). I would hope that she gets the psychiatric help and counselling SHE needs as well. Or do we just give up, decided they are evil and kill them? Where is the chance for the girls to learn something from this--to learn why what they did was so awful? Give them a chance to make reparations somehow. How can they do that if they are locked in a prison for adults where all they will learn is how to commit more crimes, and no hope for actual rehabilitation?And I added:
I'm not saying they shouldn't be locked down somewhere.During this time, I was telling my husband how I had decided to let it go, and then he noticed me typing again, and said, "Uh, oh, just couldn't let it go, huh?"
After I posted that last bit, I tried to explain, then just told him to look at the post, and then I promptly burst into tears. I'm not even sure why I burst into tears exactly. It may have something to do with fighting my depression un-medicated because the side effects are bad for my high blood pressure and high blood sugar. I do not know what is wrong with me that I have to post all that crap and can't just let things go. Later, I found that she responded to my last post with:
Nope... I don't really wish for the death penalty. It just makes me feel better for a moment saying it though.And see, I totally get that. I have no idea why I couldn't just see that was what they were doing in the first place. What is wrong with me? This is a serious question.
Sunday, June 01, 2014
I have things to write about that may of interest, but they often involve family members, and I don't want to tick them off or hurt them by writing about things that they may consider personal. Maybe I should just get over that one. But what if it's my children? I guess they can go ahead and write a "Mommy Dearest" book about me, and we'll call it even.
Thursday, January 02, 2014
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
I got the yarn online, which I do not recommend unless you are using the exact recommended yarn brands and colorways from the pattern. I am also using sock yarn instead of worsted weight, so it won't be quite as ridiculously humongous --especially since my 12-year-old daughter has claimed ownership. If I even make another one, I guess I'll either use the yarns they recommend, or find the colors in person. It's just straight knitting with a slipped stitch at the end of each row, so it's great to do while catching up on my DVR queue.