Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Llamas and Flying Wombats
Man, I've been asleep. Now I wonder if I'm going to be up all night. Afternoon naps are evil ... if you intend to sleep at night, too.
I've got two novel ideas battling it out in my head right now. One an extension of a story I've already started, and another one that has been forming over the last few weeks. They're so different that I might actually be able to work on both of them at the same time. I wonder? I have never tried that before. Bounce from one to the other, keeping both fresh...? Hmmm. Maybe.
The house closing has been delayed again. Like, I should have expected anything else? Now we're set for next Tuesday.
In the meantime I've been having a lot of fun riding llamas and chasing flying wombats with a large net.
"Ye-haw!"
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Golden Heart Dream
Man, did I have a vivid and weird dream last night!
I found what looked like a gold spray-painted cardboard box, but as it turned out, it was actually gold. Inside were several golden items as well, including a necklace with a plain little heart-shaped pendant on it. As it turned out, anything that this pendant touched would turn to gold, ala Midas and his dangerous finger.
I found that I could turn small metal items to gold rather quickly, but larger things, and especially non-metal things, could take quite a while. Another disturbing thing I found was that the pendant didn't chose what to change ... as in, it wouldn't just change a single item ... it would change anything touching it as well. Slowly. So if you sat it in a box on your dresser, the box would slowly change to gold, and then your dresser would have a golden spot where the box sat, and left long enough, the spot would grow larger until the entire dresser and everything in it would turn to gold, as well as the floor it was sitting on and the wall it was touching.
So, as you've probably guessed, my fingers starting turning gold, and the dream gave me some very vivid and grotesque detail about that, which is when it started turning into a nightmare, and also when I woke up.
The things in the dream that I changed to gold were: a chain, a table, a brick, a plate of Chicken McNuggets, an iguana, a spider, my dresser (and all my socks and underwear!), part of a rug, parts of my fingers, and a Coke can.
What does it mean?
Monday, March 29, 2004
More Weekends!
This was a nice weekend, and I'm sorry to see it end. But there will be more weekends. In fact, there's another one right at the end of this week! Yay!
We need more weekends, and less week.
I'm mondo tired, and think I will sleep very well tonight.
Friday, March 26, 2004
Boring Without The Drama
Wow, I'm still losing weight. Too much? Too fast? I'm only 2 pounds away from a major milestone, a weight I haven't been below since moving to Texas. I'm not dieting. I've just changed the way I eat.
Took care of the bank problems. Big sigh of relief.
House sale delayed again, but I was assured it's still progressing smoothly. I can hang with that.
Still happy. Still positive. Pretty soon this journal is going to get really boring, if all the drama disappears. LOL. And so let's hear it for boring web journals! Yay!
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Go Me
Here's more proof to myself that I'm doing okay ... yesterday's banking problem, while aggravating, didn't get me down at all. Cool. Go me. The more I can take these things in stride, the stronger I am. The "old me" would have been depressed all day.
Things will work out. They always do, somehow. I think having a positive attitude is what does the trick.
That, and sometimes I swear I must have a guardian angel.
I did some more work on my current short story ... turned novelette ... and am now thinking seriously about just making it a novel. It has so much potential, and it's just so much fun. Fun to write, that is ... hopefully it will be fun to read, too. It's the first full-out comedy I've written in a long, long time.
The closing on my house sale is still set for tomorrow. *Fingers Crossed*
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
It's our money, not theirs.
Bank of America used to be the snottiest bank on the face of the planet. Then, in the 1990's, they merged with NationsBank (who I banked with) and the resulting organization was pretty cool. Anytime I had problems, they were more than willing to work with me.
Here are two things that all banks should remember: - It's our money, not theirs.
- The way they handle (or mishandle) our money affects the foundations of our lives.
I just deposited a good sized check. I was counting on that check. But because of a minor technicality, they yanked the deposit back out, without warning, without telling me, without any consideration of how that would affect my finances. For a reason that would have been very easy to solve if they had just CALLED ME. So I had to call them first thing this morning, and instead of the concern and understanding that I'd come to expect, I got the old snotty pre-merge Bank of America. They were unwilling to help and wouldn't even refund the fees, which I don't feel I deserved. They didn't give a shit about any problems they caused. It wasn't their concern, sorry.
So here I find myself in dire straights, thinking I had money in the bank, and now having to sweat it out until they get around to mailing the check back to me so that I can deposit it again. [Insert an insanely long list of your favorite cuss words here, repeated seven times each.]
Die, Bank of America. Die!
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Something Gets In Your Head
Hmmm. Took forever to fall asleep last night, even though I was tired. I had a lot to think about, and it wouldn't leave me alone. Do you ever get that? Something gets in your head and won't leave? You could stand there holding the door open, demanding it exit or you'll call the police and charge it with trespassing ... and it doesn't care, it just hangs around, hogging the mental couch and eating at your brain. I mean, how rude is that?
Needless to say, I'm pretty wiped out tonight and will probably go to bed early. No writing tonight. For shame.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Wonderful Monday
Last night my daughter had an allergic reaction to something ... I'm having to assume it was something she ate ... and we narrowed it down to either the Smartees candy necklaces I got her, or the new BBQ sauce I bought for our gourmet dinner of chicken chunkettes. I put hydrocortisone on her hives and sent her back to bed. Thankfully they were gone this morning.
Now I've got to get another, different bottle of BBQ sauce, since chicken chunkettes are a staple in her diet.
Hope everyone had a wonderful Monday. I did. I feel very happy lately.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Lazy Sunday
Lazy Sunday, just the way I like them. Jessie and I are playing with Hot Wheels, and we had hot cinnamon buns for breakfast (yes, I baked). If it weren't for the fact that I have an overdue library book, and some rented DVDs to return, I probably wouldn't even get in the car today. It's a nice day for a long walk, though.
Hope everyone is having a good weekend!
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Lots 'O' Dirty Words
I was not really surprised when I got the call today saying the closing on my house has been postponed a week. So I remain a home owner until almost the end of the month.
[Insert a long list of your favorite dirty words here.]
And here I thought it was almost over with. Oh well. Life is still good.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Wear Green Or Be Pinched
My kid and I have been playing a silly word game lately. It goes like this: One says a word, which becomes the start of a sentence. The next has to say the next word in the sentence, and it has to make sense. Of course, the whole point is to be funny, too. We've been laughing a lot over things like:
"Blue ostriches lick tamales while the Godzilla stomps on the President."
"Babies fly slow so they can see giant milk pods."
"I took Mom's cellophane and flushed it in the happy place."
Yeah, we're easily amused.
Hope everyone had a happy "Wear Green Or Be Pinched" day!
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Yay for big pants!
Well, my blood pressure wasn't high per se, but it's still borderline, so my doctor didn't scold me as much as usual. She was, as I predicted, very happy to see that I've lost 10 more pounds since my last visit. At this rate I could be down to my perfect weight in less than a year. As it is, I'm going to have to go buy some new clothes. My pants are all way too big.
Yay for big pants! I'll make flags out of them to celebrate my victory!
Monday, March 15, 2004
Preggers Again
Got to work late again tonight ... but at least it's not all night. I'm going to bring my kid with me so she can sit and play video games while I push software out to hundreds of machines.
Tomorrow I get to go to the doctor so she can yell at me about my blood pressure, then praise me for all my weight loss. She's really cute. She's preggers again, too, so it looks like she swallowed a watermelon. Maybe, if she gives me trouble about my BP being a bit high, I'll give her trouble about swallowing those watermelon seeds.
Hope everyone is having as pleasant and stress free Monday as I'm having.
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Something Radical
Lazy weekend, for once! It's noon and I haven't done much of anything yet. Need some recharge time.
Had to work some really wacky hours this week. For two days I had a 1:00 AM to 9:30 AM shift. Friday I had to take a 4 hour lunch and then work until 7:30 PM. It's all part of a special project I'm doing, upgrading software during times when people at work aren't at their computers.
Today's plan calls for some apartment cleaning and re-arranging, and maybe a trip out to the Plano house. I also want to do some writing tonight, and I'll be critiquing some stories for some friends.
I also did something a bit radical: I posted an ad on Yahoo personals. I'm actually getting some responses, but, due to the nature of it all, I won't be going into any details here.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Still Optimistic
The move is done. The only thing I have left over at the house are the seats to my van. This weekend I'll go over there and clean and vacuum, and then I'm done.
The next challenge is to get all this stuff to fit into this apartment without having it look like an over-stuffed warehouse.
The house buyer's inspector threw a monkey wrench into the deal ... I think he was pissed off because I'd had the electricity turned off. Well, jeeze, I didn't know ... I'd never sold a house before. I had it turned back on, at expense to me, so he could finish his inspection ... all he had to do was inspect the electrical. But, no, he went from "this house is nice" to "this house is falling apart and needs a lot of work." He re-inspected everything. The buyer wouldn't even talk to me. My realtor looked nervous, but said the sale was still going through. I have my doubts.
I'm not going to worry about it. I'm starting over again, and that's part of the past. Here's to looking to the future!
Amen. I still think this is going to be a good year.
Sunday, March 07, 2004
I'll be a happy person
There's a light at the end of the tunnel. Yesterday's moving sale was a success ... I never even had a chance to put out the signs. Today is part two of the moving sale, and anything left over is history. Actually, I am thinking about making everything free after a certain time today, just to get rid of it. Let's see them try to haggle that. Well, they might. I can see it happening. They ask how much, I tell them free, then they'll say they'll take it if I pay THEM a dollar.
If I never have a yard sale again, I'll be a happy person. Even without Zoloft.
Oh, I weighed myself yesterday, and was in shock. I have lost a total of 35 pounds in the last four months. Thanks, no doubt, to having to eat my own crappy cooking. Go me.
Saturday, March 06, 2004
The face that scared away 1000 Internet dates
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Plug your ears...
...Jerry is about to sing.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Still Moving
I have worked my ass off for four days straight, and I'm STILL NOT FINISHED moving out of the house. I'm so bone tired right now I feel like I can sleep for a day and a half, but alas, I have to go to work tomorrow. Sore muscles and all.
I did, however, get the bulk of it done, and there's not much left that I can move over here to the apartment. The apartment is full. The storage is full. That's it, game over, nothing more can come this way. Just a few odds and ends, and that's it.
Now I have to hope for good weather next weekend, because I'm going to have a moving sale and everything that's left will be sold, or thrown away.
Note to me in the future: rent a truck and do it all at once.
Another note to me in the future: get rid of most of your stuff.
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