Writing

Who has time for it? I don't know that I'll be able to work it into my schedule at all this week!

First Day of School

Well, my oldest started second grade today. Thanks to the bus garage it was not a smooth welcome into the school year. First, the bus came 15 minutes early. Early, people! So instead of getting on the bus at the quoted 7:15 am time, we're now required to be at the bus stop by 6:50 or so. However, the horrible timing wasn't the only offense committed. While my son wasn't there many of the children were but they didn't get to ride the bus either. She drove right on by because instead of being at the edge of the road they were standing on the driveway near the house. Mind you, this is the same spot they've stood in for the last two years and never had a problem.

Since I was the only parent there, I volunteered to take my son and one of the other little boys into school. I dropped them off and went to the bus garage. Excuses, excuses. Bottom line: Have the kids there a little before 7 am and standing closer to the road because she's a new driver.

Bleh.

Thanks to the community school system I was an hour late for work on the first day of our Fall semester. NOT GOOD.

On the brighter side, my son says he likes his teacher.

More Drama

Warning: Family rant ahead. Strong lanugage used. Proceed with caution.

You know what I'd love to tell my dad? No need to guess. I'll just blurt it out here on the web for the entire blog-o-sphere to read. I'd love to tell my dad to get some damned self-respect or his head out of his ass, whichever works best for him. Maybe a clue would be a good thing to have, too.

Why the sudden hissy fit of frustration? Apparently his psycho girlfriend--you remember her don't you? The alcoholic who has made it a habit to offend or alienate everyone in my family--bitch slapped him this weekend. Any harder and he said he would have stumbled. Now, my dad isn't a twig or a weakling so this slap had to have some umph behind it.

What did he do? He pretended to dial 9-1-1 and then acted as if he were talking to the operator. Of course, when psycho started hyperventilating, bawling, and mimicking heart attack symptoms, my sap of a dad told her he was sorry. The bitch hits you and then you kiss her manipulative ass? WTF?

I bet you're wondering what provoked her into slapping him, though, aren't you? Check this out. He told her "I don't love you." Seriously, that's why she hit him.

I still can't believe that bitch hit my dad.

Worse, I can't believe he let her manipulate him into feeling like the bad guy.

You know what makes me crazy? If my sister or I were in a relationship where a man ever dared to raise his hand to us, my dad would be the first in line to kick his ass. Dad would also be the first to insist we get the hell out of that relationship. He'd even go so far as to move us into his home and disrupt his life in order for us to be safe. I have not a single doubt about this.

But will he kick her out of his life? No. He'll be mad at her for a week or so and then the fear of being alone will kick into high gear and he'll conveniently forget what a bitch she is. She'll cry, tell him she's horny (did I mention she's a first class ho?), and he'll welcome her into his life once again.

I know it's wrong to wish bad things on people but this woman really brings out Evil Krista.


Me and my two boys. Posted by Picasa


This was the only rollercoaster we could all ride on together. My cousin's daughter just turned three and they let her on the ride, too!  Posted by Picasa


My 7-year-old's first rollercoaster ride ever was the Corkscrew! I still can't believe he was big enough to ride the big rides!  Posted by Picasa

Sinus Cold

Other than "ewww" what can you say? My head hurts and all I want to do is sleep.

Bittersweet Family Reunion

Grandma's memorial service was today. The hubby dropped off the boys at daycare while I did my hair and makeup. He returned just as I was finishing up. Amazingly enough, we got there in plenty of time and didn't feel at all rushed. (I'm notoriously late for everything, so this was impressive.).

This particular branch of the family is quite spread out. We have relatives in Florida, Texas, Wyoming, New York, North Carolina, and some states I'm sure I've forgotten to include. It's sadly true that nothing brings the family together like a funeral. There were missing family members, of course, but the turn out was exceptional given the distances some of these people had to travel.

The most surprising reunion was in finding my cousin, Duane. It seems he lives less than a half hour from me. His dad had tracked him down a few months back (long, convoluted family story there) and had been keeping him apprised of grandma's pending death.

I don't have a lot of memories of Duane but I did remember the one common interest we had had as children. Writing. He used to write science fiction, IIRC. It seems he still writes, although not as much as he'd like. (Boy, does that sound familiar!).

I also got a chance to visit with my younger, twin uncles. Mind you, I don't call them Uncle Joe or Uncle John. It's just not natural to call someone younger than you by that particular title. They'll always be Joe and John to me, the boys my brother and I played in the tree house and woods with when we'd come to visit. They're both married now and have families of their own.

Then there was my second cousin, David. He's a bit older than me and I don't have many memories of him. We still managed to have a nice little visit. His mom and dad have told me so much about him and his family that it really wasn't hard to strike up a conversation.

The most amusing thing, to me anyway, is that most of them had to comment on my height. I'm short. Probably the shortest one of the bunch. Most of the time it isn't that noticeable (hey, be nice!) but when you're surrounded by those much taller than yourself it becomes strikingly obvious. So much so that my one Uncle kept refering to me as the "midget". LOL

All in all, it was nice seeing people I usually don't run into on a regular basis. It's times like this that make me regret not keeping in closer contact.

Goodbye to Grandma

My mom called this afternoon. Grandma has passed onto a better place and is no longer in any pain.

Deservedly Reprimanded

After dinner tonight the hubby mentioned to me that he reads my blog every now and then (which I already knew). He was more than a bit concerned when he realized I had been telling people I was home alone while he was gone fishing in Canada. "Not smart" was a phrase I'm sure he uttered more than a time or two.

And you know what? He's absolutely right. It was more than "not smart", it was downright ignorant. Despite my over-developed sense of paranoia I announced to the entire blog-o-sphere I would be all by my lonesome. What the hell was I thinking? Although I would guess anyone reading this blog is harmless and has no desire to actually track me down, the possibility of some computer-savvy psycho running across my blog is more than possible.

So in the future I will keep such tidbits to myself until hubby is safely home again. Then I can post how my week or weekend alone went.

Go ahead and scold me. I know I was bad.

Taking the Challenge

I joined Monica Jackson's Writers Write challenge. The goal is to write every day, six days a week. I did great Monday night with an added 700+ words to my WIP, Magic & Madness. I knew I wouldn't be able to write last night so I tried writing on my lunch hour. I got one and a half paragraphs before I got interrupted; Tuesdays will remain the most challenging day as they're my scrapbooking night at mom's.

An Unbelievable Weekend

This weekend was a roller-coaster ride of emotions. I think my current state of exhaustion is a mere side-effect.

First, the good news. I'm an aunt once again. Nephew number 9 has arrived. He was born Saturday afternoon to my youngest brother and his wife. They named the little fellow Luke Jasper. Isn't that cute? Jasper is such an uncommon name but I love how it compliments Luke. They baby weighed in at 8lbs and 3oz and measured 19 3/4 inches long. A good sized little fellow, wouldn't you say? His mama only had to push twice to bring him into this world.

When my brother called to say the baby had been born I didn't believe him. No one had even called to say "hey, we're on our way to the hospital" or "Jaime was just admitted to the hospital. We're having a baby today." So the shock of hearing he was actually here was a great surprise. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed we hadn't been informed but the feeling quickly passed when I realized I had a new baby to get to know.

I can't say the rest of the family was so forgiving. My dad was particularly offended and didn't go to the hospital until the next day. My sister and I argued with him to no avail. We only pissed him off more by defending Jake and Jaime's decision to do the delivery on their own. We got him riled enough to get our other brother irritated with us...oh, well. No one can piss you off like family, right?

In the end it all worked out, though. My dad went to visit the baby at the hospital this morning and then the rest of the family (including my dad) visited them at home late tonight. Hopefully this enmass gathering made up for the lack of visitors at the hospital.

My grandma survived the weekend but hospice has announced she's "actively dying", whatever that means. So I expect there will be a funeral within the next week and half.

Now for the really tragic news. Knowing my grandma is going to pass softens the blow. We have had lots of time to visit and say our goodbyes. We can also see how frail she is and how difficult life has become at 92. When death is abrupt and descends upon a loved one without warning, there is no way to soften the blow. Yesterday a good friend of mine lost her husband in an automobile accident. When I received the phone call letting me know I could hardly fathom her loss.

I've said many prayers for her and her family since last night. If you'd like to ask for God to help carry the burden of her loss, please do. Her name is June and I think she can use every well wish and prayer we can give her.

Writing Update

As you can imagine not much progress has been made this week. Considering the circumstances, I figure any progress is worth boasting about, though, so bear with me. :)

Dragonborn:
I don't know if I'm working on the rewrite of Dragonborn or simply creating a new story that parallels my first attempt at fantasy. The female MC and the antagonist have the same names and their backstorys are similar to those in DragonBorn but I'm not sure how much else will remain. Small pieces of worldbuilding still work but for the most part I think it's going to be completely revamped.

I figure I have to write this story because it just won't leave me alone. But what, then, do I do with my first sad attempt at fantasy? Do I toss it? The urge to toss it onto the Internet as a pdf with copyright stamped all over it is there but then I worry about what that would do to my chances of getting the majorly revamped story published. How different do they have to be? The title no longer works. The MC has changed. The world history is mutating. It'll no longer be the first in a trilogy but a stand alone novel. Yet, instinct tells me to hold the original close.

Magic & Madness:
I tried writing on this story a little bit this week. I think I added a paragraph or two after I deleted twice as many. ~sigh~

Redeeming Angels:
Didn't even give it a passing thought.

For Fun.

Your Hidden Talent
You are a great communicator. You have a real way with words.
You're never at a loss to explain what you mean or how you feel.
People find it easy to empathize with you, no matter what your situation.
When you're up, you make everyone happy. But when you're down, everyone suffers.

Grandma

I don't know if I've mentioned this or not but my Grandma is going to die in my mom's house. Several years ago my mom and her husband remodeled their house so my great-grandparents could come to live with them. They sectioned off their house and installed a fourth bathroom. Since the day they moved in they've had their own space: a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room. Within the last year and a half my mom and her husband also installed a "Michigan Room" for them.

When my grandparents became too old and it became too dangerous to allow them to live on their own, they were moved into separate nursing homes. Why separate ones, you ask? Well, Grandpa had some serious health issues and dementia, whereas Grandma had her health but not her eyesight. They couldn't stay at the same place because their needs were so very different. Grandpa went into a nursing home and Grandma into assisted living quarters.

Being separated was so very hard on the two of them. It broke their hearts and it broke my mom's heart to see them so sad. With a little finesse and a lot of love my mom began caring for them in her home. It wasn't easy, especially when Grandpa was still alive. He was quite the character. Grumpy. Bossy. Particular. And sick. Eventually he went into the hospital and came home to my mom's house with hospice, much as my Grandma has.

It's been a couple of years since his death and I know Grandma never stopped missing him. When she was still in the hospital she asked my aunt, "Do you think if I die here Pa will know where to find me?" Coming home eased that worry from her mind. She is ready to go but lingers on. I think it's because she's waiting for her oldest son to arrive, which will be today. I'm not sure how long she'll be with us after that.

After work tonight I stopped by mom's house where my great-grandma has been brought home to die. Hospice has been arranged and meds are being provided to help with pain management. The end started last week when she had a heart attack and the doctor's discovered some blockage in her heart. Refusing surgery, she merely wants to made comfortable as she passes from this world into the next.

So, tonight I stopped by for a brief visit. I love her dearly but being there is very uncomfortable for me. So why am I going back tomorrow?

Missing Them Already

Well, the hubby left this morning at 6:00 am for Canada. I vaguely remember telling him to be safe and "I love you". Mornings aren't exactly my best time of day.

The kidlets are at the campground with Grandpa and Grandma, which leaves me all by my lonesome. After I dropped them off I ran to the grocery store--I always spend more than I anticipate. The rest of the night was spent playing the PlayStation and watching TV.

Yet, no matter how well entertained I was, I couldn't help missing them. The house is empty without my family around. I missed goodnight kisses and snuggling with my hubby before falling asleep.

The dog even seemed lost. She kept going upstairs to the boys' bedrooms and then coming back downstairs like she was looking for her sleepig partners, which she was.

This and That. Again.

Let's see.

Went to a jewelry party tonight. Spent $49 on a pair of earrings and a necklace. I realize they don't go together but separately they'll work with other pieces I own.

I also used the JoAnn's gift certificate I had gotten for my birthday. I bought some metal glue, some embossing powder, a black staz-on ink pad, and some ribbon. All for scrapbooking, of course.

My hubby is leaving on Sunday for a week long fishing trip in Canada. I think he'd be happier about it if he wouldn't have broken his favorite fishing pole last night. He's off to buy a replacement today but you know how it is. You can never quite replace the old tried-n-true with any real satisfaction.

The boys are staying with their grandparents for three nights next week. I imagine the house will seem very empty with them and their daddy gone. Don't worry about me, though. I'll have the dog and cat for company.

My great-grandmother, who is in her nineties, has been hospitalized because of a heart attack. They found some blockage and wanted to do surgery but she declined. They're going to make her as comfortable as possible and then send her home. She told my mom, "I'm ready to die, I just don't want to be in pain." I get teary-eyed thinking about it.

My brother is replacing the roof on his house this weekend so that's on the evening agenda. Only, it's not just his roof but the trusses, too. Big job. Messy job. Not a very fun job. I'm glad I'll just be watching. LOL

And that pretty much brings you up-to-date on my not so entertaining life.

Something for Fun.












The Keys to Your Heart



You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.


New Addiction

I have a confession to make. I'm addicted to the Playstation. It happened during the second week of my vacation. A few months ago I bought Shadow Hearts: Covenant, a role playing game.

I played it now and again but could go weeks without even thinking about it. That's not the case anymore. I love playing that stupid game! LOL

Of course, I'm spending so much time on the Playstation that I'm not writing. Strangely, I don't even feel guilty. I know I'll start writing again when I'm ready. I always do.

Progress

Well, it ended up that today was really my first day back to work. I walked into the office Monday morning and didn't last for 5 minutes. I hurt so bad I thought I was going to pass out. Literally. Things got fuzzy and my vision narrowed. As I have more than my fair share of experience at passing out, I knew this was bad news and sat down in the nearest chair. When I could stand up I told my boss I had to leave.

I couldn't even drive myself home. My hubby had to excuse himself from work in order to get me safely home.

I'm not sure what was causing the pain but it seems 1000mg of Tylenol and a three hour nap took the edge off. I woke up to tenderness but not pain, which meant I quickly cancelled my afternoon appointment with the doctor's office. Made a new appt with the OB/GYN who gave me the C-section 4 1/2 years ago. Don't know if it was the scar tissue causing the pain or an ovarian cyst but I'd rather have him deal with it. (Too much information?)

Anyhoo..today was my first day back in the office. I can't believe I managed to get most of my email sorted, answered, and filed away. Amazing. I also made some adjustments to the websites I'm responsible for maintaining. Not bad at all.

Hopefully tomorrow will go so well.

Huh?

Okay, so I go on vacation for a couple weeks and what happens? Michelle up and deletes her site.

Hey you, you better email the link to your new website! And give me a clue as to what in the hell happened.