So, I realized that it's time to start thinking about NaNoWriMo '09. It's only 4 months out and I have no ideas for plot, characters or anything that needs to go into writing a novel. My mind is drawing a big fat blank. I've started WriMo in this situation before, but last year when I actually had ideas I did much better, I even made it almost half way.
Hmmm, I need something to inspire me....but what?!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Calm after the storm
Sigh....that was me just taking a deep breath and letting the weight of the last few months drift away from my sore shoulders. Both weddings are now complete, the brides and grooms are happy and content (and also de-stressing).
I can now focus on more important things...like The Sims 3 (being released tomorrow...I'm about to bounce out of my chair I'm so excited) and my impending vacation to the coast. Ah, I can feel the cool weather, see the beautiful fog, smell the ocean, hear the birds...and let's not forget taste the yummy Mexican food & pasta (two of my favorite places to go to eat). I think I've covered all the senses!
Ta-ta for now, I will be lost in Sunset Valley starting tomorrow when I get home from work ;)
I can now focus on more important things...like The Sims 3 (being released tomorrow...I'm about to bounce out of my chair I'm so excited) and my impending vacation to the coast. Ah, I can feel the cool weather, see the beautiful fog, smell the ocean, hear the birds...and let's not forget taste the yummy Mexican food & pasta (two of my favorite places to go to eat). I think I've covered all the senses!
Ta-ta for now, I will be lost in Sunset Valley starting tomorrow when I get home from work ;)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wasting Time with The Sims
Another little known fact about me: I am obsessed with The Sims! I own both generations with a complete set of expansion packs for each generation.
Why do I bring this up? you ask...well on June 2 The Sims 3 gets released, and I'm jumping for joy. Guess what my evenings are going to be spent doing (after cleaning of course!). In general I'm a bit of a video game nerd anyway, but I've been hooked on the Sims titles since my aunt bought me the little known title "SimAnt" nearly 20 years ago. I still have it on my ancient Apple, and whenever I go home I bust out a game of SimAnt and Oregon Trail.
When I was younger I was socially awkward, and didn't make friends easily. When the Sims originally came out it was a way for me to live vicariously through them. After that point I just couldn't stop, so when The Sims 2 came out, I had to get it, it was revolutionary in is own right. But now, NOW--oh boy, I'm like a kid at Christmas, who was just told that not only do I get the bike I wanted, but I also get a pony and the Barbie Dream House. June 2 cannot get here fast enough for me, I spend all of my spare time on the Sims 2 forums looking at all the latest rumors, pictures, video clips, interviews, and information...I have a disease, but it's a disease I like, lol!
Why do I bring this up? you ask...well on June 2 The Sims 3 gets released, and I'm jumping for joy. Guess what my evenings are going to be spent doing (after cleaning of course!). In general I'm a bit of a video game nerd anyway, but I've been hooked on the Sims titles since my aunt bought me the little known title "SimAnt" nearly 20 years ago. I still have it on my ancient Apple, and whenever I go home I bust out a game of SimAnt and Oregon Trail.
When I was younger I was socially awkward, and didn't make friends easily. When the Sims originally came out it was a way for me to live vicariously through them. After that point I just couldn't stop, so when The Sims 2 came out, I had to get it, it was revolutionary in is own right. But now, NOW--oh boy, I'm like a kid at Christmas, who was just told that not only do I get the bike I wanted, but I also get a pony and the Barbie Dream House. June 2 cannot get here fast enough for me, I spend all of my spare time on the Sims 2 forums looking at all the latest rumors, pictures, video clips, interviews, and information...I have a disease, but it's a disease I like, lol!
Monday, May 18, 2009
My Voluptuous Lips and My Messy Place
I did a good job keeping the sun off my skin on Saturday, the only body part that was out of my control were my lips...yesterday they were all swollen up and I looked like Angelina Jolie. They're still pretty tender, but I'm keeping them doused with "Softlips."
So, with commencement now 2 days behind me, and Salt and Pepper's wedding 5 days ahead, I'm wondering how I'm going to spend the rest of my summer. Sure I've got more than enough to think about right now, but I need a plan and I need to stick with it.
My goal is to clean my apartment. I inherited (from who I'm not sure) the messy gene. I can't keep my place clean for the life of me. Mostly it has to do with the fact that I could care less about my apartment, it isn't "home" to me, and I'm only there a few days a week. It's funny because Wino is the cleanest male I have ever met, and at first my messiness was "endearing,"--a real quote I'm not kidding--now I know it gets on his nerves.
I've always hated that about myself, I have a strange inability to keep things tidy. I think it's because I'm a pack rat. Or anyway I used to be, since I've met Wino, I've gotten a lot better at saying "no" and tossing things in the trash. I need to get rid of all the junk that I don't use. But it's still hard to go through the mounds of boxes that I have still not unpacked since moving out of my parents house (4 years ago today actually).
The only way to do it is alone. I feel guilty beyond belief when Wino steps up to the plate to help me clean...it's not his mess. I think I will start spending an hour at my house each night and work on an area. I really want to have virtually nothing but furniture and the essentials to live left in my home when I'm done. That much less to move out when I do decide to get a new place.
So, that said, I need accountability: that's where by blog comes in as useful again. I'm going to make myself report every night how much cleaning I got done. If I slack there will be public humiliation involved! Sigh, the things I do to keep myself in check...
So, with commencement now 2 days behind me, and Salt and Pepper's wedding 5 days ahead, I'm wondering how I'm going to spend the rest of my summer. Sure I've got more than enough to think about right now, but I need a plan and I need to stick with it.
My goal is to clean my apartment. I inherited (from who I'm not sure) the messy gene. I can't keep my place clean for the life of me. Mostly it has to do with the fact that I could care less about my apartment, it isn't "home" to me, and I'm only there a few days a week. It's funny because Wino is the cleanest male I have ever met, and at first my messiness was "endearing,"--a real quote I'm not kidding--now I know it gets on his nerves.
I've always hated that about myself, I have a strange inability to keep things tidy. I think it's because I'm a pack rat. Or anyway I used to be, since I've met Wino, I've gotten a lot better at saying "no" and tossing things in the trash. I need to get rid of all the junk that I don't use. But it's still hard to go through the mounds of boxes that I have still not unpacked since moving out of my parents house (4 years ago today actually).
The only way to do it is alone. I feel guilty beyond belief when Wino steps up to the plate to help me clean...it's not his mess. I think I will start spending an hour at my house each night and work on an area. I really want to have virtually nothing but furniture and the essentials to live left in my home when I'm done. That much less to move out when I do decide to get a new place.
So, that said, I need accountability: that's where by blog comes in as useful again. I'm going to make myself report every night how much cleaning I got done. If I slack there will be public humiliation involved! Sigh, the things I do to keep myself in check...
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Getting home is hard to do
You know those horrible nightmares we all have where you're stuck in some situation and can't get out of it? Mine is always my childhood self riding the bus home from school, when the bus stops at my house I can't move until the driver starts to pull away, then he stops, and I'm stuck again, this goes on until I finally wake myself up.
My point is that I had one of those frustrating days yesterday where I just couldn't seem to make it home. The cosmos was teaming up to prevent me from relaxing on the couch! It started out that I had to stay late at work to deliver a survey to a late class. That delayed my departure a half hour. I then had to make an emergency trip to Costco after realizing that I had no stockpile of breakfasts or lunches. I get off the freeway, and am no farther than a block, when the railroad crossing arms start coming down. Naturally the extremely long train was slowing down to a crawl, so that a second (and thankfully not so long) train could pass in the opposite direction. This took another 15 minutes. I finally pull into Costco, proceed to gather my few groceries and inevitably get into the line where the checker is moving so slow he could be unscanning the items!
My time in line was made even better by a child of no more than 4 standing in the cart next to me screaming her head off.
The parents were just staring at said child with their mouths hanging open. I prayed to God to give me strength and not commit a justifiable homicide. Upon reaching the checker (10 minutes later), I notice a to do coming from the line where the kid is. A few looks of disgust from the Costco checkers, and the puddle coming from under the kiddo, told me that she had just sat down in the cart and peed herself. The parents were standing by looking not the least bit embarrassed.
Only one of two scenarios could have caused this situation: 1) the kid had been screaming her head off because she had to pee, yet the parents refused to take her to the restroom and told her to hold it; or 2) the kid threw a temper tantrum and decided to show them all by peeing herself. Either way, I'm disgusted.
I ran to my car, anxious to get away. Once I get home, I'm pulling the junk out of the trunk (sorry, just had to do that! :) ) and drop a heavy container of Lean Pockets (the Costco sized 12 pack) on my pinky toe. I stifled an urge to scream an expletive and limp up the stairs.
I found, after starting down for my next trip, that I heard a familiar bird call.....coming from none other than....The Birds (cue Psycho music). The Birds and I have had a hate-hate relationship since I was around 12. The Birds are actually cliff swallows who invade every spring.
They build their nests out of mud in the eves of any structure they can find. They particularly enjoyed our home, and they loved attacking us as we ran from the garage to the back door to safety. So I have come to despise these birds.
Well, they've now moved into my apartment complex, and I'm considering making my exit as quickly as possible. I don't need to be hassled any more than necessary when I get home!
My point is that I had one of those frustrating days yesterday where I just couldn't seem to make it home. The cosmos was teaming up to prevent me from relaxing on the couch! It started out that I had to stay late at work to deliver a survey to a late class. That delayed my departure a half hour. I then had to make an emergency trip to Costco after realizing that I had no stockpile of breakfasts or lunches. I get off the freeway, and am no farther than a block, when the railroad crossing arms start coming down. Naturally the extremely long train was slowing down to a crawl, so that a second (and thankfully not so long) train could pass in the opposite direction. This took another 15 minutes. I finally pull into Costco, proceed to gather my few groceries and inevitably get into the line where the checker is moving so slow he could be unscanning the items!
My time in line was made even better by a child of no more than 4 standing in the cart next to me screaming her head off.
The parents were just staring at said child with their mouths hanging open. I prayed to God to give me strength and not commit a justifiable homicide. Upon reaching the checker (10 minutes later), I notice a to do coming from the line where the kid is. A few looks of disgust from the Costco checkers, and the puddle coming from under the kiddo, told me that she had just sat down in the cart and peed herself. The parents were standing by looking not the least bit embarrassed.Only one of two scenarios could have caused this situation: 1) the kid had been screaming her head off because she had to pee, yet the parents refused to take her to the restroom and told her to hold it; or 2) the kid threw a temper tantrum and decided to show them all by peeing herself. Either way, I'm disgusted.
I ran to my car, anxious to get away. Once I get home, I'm pulling the junk out of the trunk (sorry, just had to do that! :) ) and drop a heavy container of Lean Pockets (the Costco sized 12 pack) on my pinky toe. I stifled an urge to scream an expletive and limp up the stairs.
I found, after starting down for my next trip, that I heard a familiar bird call.....coming from none other than....The Birds (cue Psycho music). The Birds and I have had a hate-hate relationship since I was around 12. The Birds are actually cliff swallows who invade every spring.
They build their nests out of mud in the eves of any structure they can find. They particularly enjoyed our home, and they loved attacking us as we ran from the garage to the back door to safety. So I have come to despise these birds.Well, they've now moved into my apartment complex, and I'm considering making my exit as quickly as possible. I don't need to be hassled any more than necessary when I get home!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Busy Busy Bee
It is now t-minus 28 days until Salt and Pepper's wedding. Then another 8 days until my cousin's wedding. What will I be doing with my weekends from here on out, you ask...well, that's simple: too many things to count and still be sane.
1) This weekend, shopping with my mom and aunt for clothes/shoes/and anything else our hearts desire.
2) Next weekend, Salt's bridal shower with family
3) Weekend of the 9th, Salt's bachelorette party/Pure Romance Party. Guaranteed to be a good time, I want to see all her friends start squirming when the Pure Romance ladies bring out "the big guns" Lol. After that we're all headed out on the town.
4) Weekend of the 16th. Commencement-time, complete with Michelle Obama speaking, I'm volunteering. I really must remember sun screen, don't want to be looking all red for the first wedding, which brings me to,
5)Weekend of the 23rd--Wedding #1--I'm doing a reading. It's at a winery, so the wine will be a-flowin.' Yesterday I asked Wino if he's been practicing dancing, he laughed at me. I told him he has to dance with me at least once at each wedding.
6) Weekend of the 30th--Wedding #2--I'm handing out the favors and manning the guest book. It's going to take some strong arming, because some people might get unruly. If anyone tears my dress...its on!
Speaking of: here's my dress. That's right biotches: as seen in High School Musical 3. Boo yah! Mine is the green version of the dress. I had no idea when I bought it that it was in HSM, I was half tempted to return it, but David's Bridal has a strict "no returns" policy. So I will wear the dress, but only because I look damn good in it!
1) This weekend, shopping with my mom and aunt for clothes/shoes/and anything else our hearts desire.
2) Next weekend, Salt's bridal shower with family
3) Weekend of the 9th, Salt's bachelorette party/Pure Romance Party. Guaranteed to be a good time, I want to see all her friends start squirming when the Pure Romance ladies bring out "the big guns" Lol. After that we're all headed out on the town.
4) Weekend of the 16th. Commencement-time, complete with Michelle Obama speaking, I'm volunteering. I really must remember sun screen, don't want to be looking all red for the first wedding, which brings me to,
5)Weekend of the 23rd--Wedding #1--I'm doing a reading. It's at a winery, so the wine will be a-flowin.' Yesterday I asked Wino if he's been practicing dancing, he laughed at me. I told him he has to dance with me at least once at each wedding.
6) Weekend of the 30th--Wedding #2--I'm handing out the favors and manning the guest book. It's going to take some strong arming, because some people might get unruly. If anyone tears my dress...its on!
Speaking of: here's my dress. That's right biotches: as seen in High School Musical 3. Boo yah! Mine is the green version of the dress. I had no idea when I bought it that it was in HSM, I was half tempted to return it, but David's Bridal has a strict "no returns" policy. So I will wear the dress, but only because I look damn good in it!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Allergies Abound
So everyone has had a long week right? The kind of week that just crawls by, making you feel down and desolate. Guh, I hate those kind of weeks. Add on top of that the fact that a strong (and I do mean strong) wind blew through the area last weekend and kicked up all sorts of allergies in my system.
I've been spending my days dealing with a nasty sore throat, runny nose and general fatigue. By night I take a Claritin, and sleep like I haven't slept in months. I wake up feeling like crap and begin the cycle again. Joy.
My goal for this weekend is to do away with these allergies that have taken away my feeling of goodness. I will dip them in cement and then toss them to the bottom of...well, of something. There aren't many places with water around here. Perhaps I'll just flush them down the toilet. But alas, I fear they will come back, the wind is a-blowin' out there as we speak and the little buggers are waiting to invade again. Curse you San Joaquin Valley with your bad air and dustiness!
I've been spending my days dealing with a nasty sore throat, runny nose and general fatigue. By night I take a Claritin, and sleep like I haven't slept in months. I wake up feeling like crap and begin the cycle again. Joy.
My goal for this weekend is to do away with these allergies that have taken away my feeling of goodness. I will dip them in cement and then toss them to the bottom of...well, of something. There aren't many places with water around here. Perhaps I'll just flush them down the toilet. But alas, I fear they will come back, the wind is a-blowin' out there as we speak and the little buggers are waiting to invade again. Curse you San Joaquin Valley with your bad air and dustiness!
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