Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Letters to November ||| 25

Dear November,

Today was rather uneventful. Went to work. Met some new people (aka new hires). Talked on the phone. Texted with my mom. Ate some salad. Wrote some. Drank a lot of water. Dreamed of a better life. Left work. Visited Jess. Chatted a bit. Came home. Started laundry. And now here we are. Me sitting on my bed eating left over butternut squash lasagna while I try not to be irritated with the present.

I'm hoping next month won't be as bad as I dread... but then again, that's what cocktails are for, right?

In other news, writing is going slowly. If I could minus out the backpain and maybe sit in a comfy chair at a desk undisturbed for a while, that'd be grand.

Laundry drying. Sitting herE trying to find some energy to write, but it's killing me just to write this little blurb of "oh this is how my day went" -- back pains and aches aren't helping either.

I think I'll sign this off now. I'll try to write more later.

The next few "letters" might be post marked for late since I'll be out of town for the holidays, but I'll try to find a way to post my letters to you,

In the meantime, I'll talk to you later.

Have Goodness!

Monday, November 24, 2014

Letters to November ||| 24

Dear November,

Went to bed with a ponytail and woke up with a side pony and my sleep mask off my face and knotted up in the side pony.

Yeah, so that was pretty.

Last night I shut off my phone, put in my ear plugs, sleep mask on, and just zoned out until I woke up on my own. No alarms, no disturbances. It was nice.

I went to bed around 4-5am and didn't wake up until about 12 hours later. I guess I needed the sleep.

Right now I'm working on my novel. Listening to my Songza app under the "Being Creative" activities selection playlist called "Blank Page". So far so good.

This week I need to do at least one load of laundry before I head out to Fresno for the holiday. I also need to plot out what the frak I'm bringing, etc. Ugh ugh ugh. I usually get it done, but right now I have writing preoccupations, and it's leaving me with that "I don't have time for this" feeling. But I'll get it done. I always do.

But I guess I should get back to writing since I feel somewhere in the zone.

Have Goodness!

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Letters to November ||| 23

Dear November,

Today was a lovely day.

I woke up after a strange dream where Carrie Fletcher, and I were getting ready for something, and to make me feel better, she said, "Come here," and took a pair of scissors to the back of my hair and cut big chunk of my hair off. And I was completely devastated screaming WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! And after I'd calmed down, I kept saying "I am really sad."

Now I know this would never happen because: 1) We don't know each other in real life, and 2) Even if we did know each other, she would never do that to me because she is a fellow curly girl, and she also seems to be the kind of person that doesn't like making people sad.

Speaking of hair, I've been getting a lot of compliments lately about my curls. Since I dye my hair (Garnier Nutrisse R3 Light Intense Auburn), whenever I get a compliment like "I love your hair", I always feel compelled to say "If it's the color, that comes from a box. If it's the curl, thanks." I've had people come up to me before saying I have pretty hair, and after I say "thank you," they then tell me the color is amazing. That's when I feel weird since I don't like taking credit for something I didn't do or was responsible for (and the opposite is true that I will not take blame for something I didn't do, but I feel that goes without saying).

But back to my day.

I went to the meadery again today. They were open but there was a game going on at the new Levi Stadium down the street so traffic was weird. Small group. Just sat around and chatted with Maria and Jon and drank yummy goodness until they closed. Fellow regular Victor C came in as did three other guys who I don't remember seeing them in my other visits.

Last night was CS Bowling where I had one cocktail and a shot called a Blueberry Hooter. (I showed late due to being the one that closes on Saturdays.) Mixed with pizza, bowling and taking my adorably drunk co-worker home, it was a fun evening.

I just thought it was funny that I was going to drink today, too. *shrug*

After the meadery, I headed to the store for meat type stuff. The meat I got wasn't all that great. It was "supposed" to be teriyaki... but it wasn't. I'm pretty sure if I had my own kitchen, I would have been able to sauce it up a bit or something, but I ate most of it as is so yay me? I had some mushrooms in a balsamic glaze of sorts but didn't want brown rice so I put a layer of white mashed potatoes and then the mushrooms sans the juice (since the shrooms themselves were juicy enough). That was tasty. I have a small box of brussel sprouts with pancetta and pecans (if I remember that correctly). I'm saving those for later. There's also jalapeno hummus (also for later), but right now I'm staring at the niblets of cheese I bought. YUM!

There's also Cold-Pressed Organic Spicy Lemonade... which is pretty tasty.

I should write now. I'm trying not to stress since I only have about a week left of NaNoWriMo, and I don't think I'm going to make it. But I'm going to try. And I will. Yeah, that's what I mean. I'm going to do this!

Now where's my cheese!!!???

Have Goodness!

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Letters to November ||| 22

Dear November,

Taking this brief moment to write this before it gets busy again. *headdesk*

Can you please make my head stop hurting?

I originally thought it was a sinus headache, but it might just be a good old fashioned migraine. The pressure is at the top of my face near my hairline above my left eye and the left side of my nose. There is a pinching feeling on the bridge of my nose that is SO not happy making but now the spike seems to have melted and is now spreading across my from the original piercing to my nose.

I am REALLY hating this.

I'm all by myself tonight (I'm a bit grumbly about it but won't start on THAT rant). Of course it gets busy when I'm flying solo, but this headache is not helping matters. And the people? Sheesh! There was a lady on chat that was being so dramatic and some of the messages she was sending me I don't even think were for me. I mean, she was upset that her order wasn't there, but then when I looked at her account, the order wasn't there. Now there is a tiny chance that the interwebs ate it up, but she couldn't talk to me in coherent sentences but in random comments in ALL CAPS! Then I called her, and she was sane. It's like "Do you not internet well?" I don't think she does.


Ugh. I just want to sleep.

Double ugh. The phone is ringing. I should probably go.

Wishing you a lovely day, November!

Have Goodness!

Friday, November 21, 2014

Letters to November ||| 21

Dear November,

I am currently in my room listening to Ed Sheeran and writing you after a day of work, napping, food, and an errand or two.

Been feeling okay. Changes at work, but nothing out of the ordinary really. Trying to keep up, and I think I'm doing okay. Finally got my assigned tickets down to 10 or 11. Then again, she might have assigned me stuff after I left which would be crap but oh well. Who's gonna stop her? If I can just get caught up, I'll feel better about work... at least a little bit, anyway.

Eight more days of NaNoWriMo, and I REALLY want to finish. I can do this. I know I can. I just have to write faster?

Looking forward to seeing my family next week - especially my niece. Bella hugs are great, and I am in serious need of one... or several.

I'm having difficulty focusing on my writing. Maybe it's the lack of energy from work, etc. I dunno. Maybe I need more energy. Maybe if I could just sleep all day (and get paid for it?) and then just write all of the next day? Maybe that would work.


Okay, I think that is all for now seeing as I'm finding it hard to focus even on this and perhaps I should be spending this time refocusing my focus on my novel.

Did that even make sense?

Have Goodness!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Letters to November ||| 20

Dear November,

Today is my birthday.

What things happened today?


I dressed in a white v-neck t-shirt, jeans and sneakers but decided to apply a little make up that consisted of mascara and a nude lip balm. The "makeup" got a lot of notice and some compliments. One of my favorites - something like "You're lips look so pretty. What did you do?" Lipstick?

Apparently just wearing lipstick means I'm "all dressed up".

And I guess I don't look my age (which I would have thought I didn't act it, but whatever). I'm not one that actually cares about age. My body is old, the spirit is young. That's my thing.

It rained today which made me happy since I love the rain. It wasn't too bad though it did make traffic a little annoying on the way to get Kathy after work.

Kathy and I met Geoff at the college theatre to watch our friend Fredric in the play "First Person Shooter". It was good. And I really liked the theatre. Very cozy.

After the play, we all headed to the pub for grub and food. Steve met us there since he didn't come along for the play. And I have a separate birthday date with Jess since she ended up not going tonight either.

All in all, it was a nice cozy evening.

After the pub, we all went our separate ways. Immediately when I got home, I logged on to write you, November. And now I will cut this post short as I need to get some writing in before I eventually pass out. Right now I have a heat pack on my Charlie Horse from a couple days ago. (It's mostly gone. I'm just trying to help the knot untie itself.)

Talk to you later. :)

Have Goodness!

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Letters to November ||| 19

Dear November,

Today was a stupid work day but the brief I took to the lunch truck brightened my mood.

The weather today was perfect - sunny and cool with enough breeze to blow my hair and make me feel like I was at the beach.

Overall it was a good day.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I kind of want people to make a big deal over me tomorrow, but that's just a small part of me (probably remnant of my childhood and on/off again deep dark desire to be popular). The rest of me just wants to have a good day - just a happy, good day.

Right now just thinking about tomorrow makes me sad - the point of tearing up a little - and I have no idea why. It's not how old I'll be or the lack of a big blowout of a party.

I dunno. I'm just babbling again.

Tonight was spent with friends and on occasion I feel a little left out of the circle. It's not always. Just once in a while. I don't like those moments, but it most likely has to do more with low self-image and minor jealousy hiccups I have yet to truly get over. I don't think I'll ever be free of those.

Gee, what a great thing to be thinking about on the eve of my birthday.

I'm just babbling at this point. I should really get some writing done before bed.

Later November! :)

Have Goodness!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Letters to November ||| 18

Dear November,

Today was one of the evil days of powerloss. Ugh. How I hate it. Why during my later years dealing with it that the achey chest and nausea kick in? It's bad enough it takes every little ache and pain I have and magnifies it by a bajillion-trillion.

I miss the days when Midol would actually do something and take the pain away. Now I have days where the pain is just so crappy... ugh. I can't take it.

In other news, I think I'm finally making a dent in my production tasks at work. Today went a little wonky so I'm going to wait and talk to Wes H tomorrow to see wassup!

Headed to Jess's after work for a quick visit and then headed home but realized I was out of milk and honey for my tea at work... so I made a detour stop at the grocery store... and ended up getting some coffee I wanted to try, kombucha for tomorrow morning, and some figs.

I like figs.

This morning I forgot my hoodie which was fine since my car (and car seat) are heated, and the walk from my car to the door at work isn't far (though it wasn't too cold this morning). This evening however? Yeah, A bit brisk.

My birthday is in two days. So far - haven't talked about it much - the plan for the day of is for me, Kathy, Geoff (and maybe Jess and Steve) to go see Fredric in his show (First Person Shooter) and quite possibly dinner and cocktails after.

I feel weird asking if anyone wants to do anything with me for my birthday on a different date since I'm not a good planner of things, and I already have plans the day of.

Next week is Turkey Day. I get to see my niece so that makes me happy.

All in all, aside from the stupid at work, today was... a day.

Have Goodness!

Monday, November 17, 2014

Letters to November ||| 17

Dear November,

I'm currently at the library sharing a table with a tutor and one of her student. They're talking math. I remember math. I liked math in high school.

And who/what the hell just quacked?

Right now I'm trying to tap into the library's wifi but so far it's not liking me.

I've been working on my novel through Google docs, and I only recently figured out how to work offline. But still I can't figure out what the hell is going on...


Well, okay. I have been writing this letter to you, but for some reason my Google docs were not responding and that makes me rather unhappy seeing as the whole reason I came to the library was to sit at a grown up table and not have my lower back and my shoulders scream at me to knock it off.

So now I have my Songza app working its music magic, Google docs likes me, my phone is on silent and in my pocket, and everything is hunky dory. Sad that the library closer to my house was actually closed. I was hoping to check it out and possibly get an account there, but the library that I'm at is kinda my favorite. They need a high school wing though. I'm sure that are some kids - like the chic with the tutor at the table I'm at - that are here to learn, but there are others that just hang out here like it's a coffee shop or something. They make so much noise and make such a mess... there's a security guard that runs around patrolling the place. I've seen them actually have kids leave. Once I pulled up and saw a group of girls walking around outside the building. A group of boys were about to walk into the building and they saw the girls and asked why they weren't inside already. They said they weren't allowed in. The boys ended up not going in because apparently all they wanted to do was hang out with the girls, but they all seemed genuinely irritated that they just couldn't hang out inside. I'm fine if they want to hang out. Now if they can do that quietly without running around - yes, running around - then yeah, come on in.

But it's a LIBRARY!!! A quiet place. They even have signs up that are color-coated and that say what type of zone it is - like minimal noise, etc. Just be courteous to others around you. This is not your house. This is a public place. Treat others the way you would like to be treated... and I doubt that's like an inconsiderate douchebag.

Okay. The guard came by the area that I'm sitting in and did another round... and the last time she came by was maybe 5 minutes ago? I think I'll get to writing now.

Talk to you later November.

Have Goodness!

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Letters to November ||| 16

Dear November,

Today was spent with friends.

First it was off to the meadery to see Maria F (who I haven't seen in FOREVER since work has me closing every Saturday night now). They are trying out opening on Sundays (which is one of my days off) so yayhoo!!! I FINALLY got to go to the meadery and see Maria!

My friends - Jess, Ron (aka ObiRon), and Jon (aka Jaquas)... as well as John G - met me there. There were also some other patrons that came in and out during the few hours they were open, but overall it was a nice quiet gathering of people/friends... and, of course, to get to see Maria.

At closing, me and my three fellow amigos went in search of food... and ended up at Denny's where we played Monty Python Flux and noshed.

Jess and I were amazed at how early it was. Everyone seemed to be tired, and it was only 5:30pm. Jess lived nearby so her and Ron headed to her place for a nap. Jon was tired, too, so he and I post-poned our plans for the movie for tomorrow. He went home to get some sleep. Meanwhile I headed out to run some errands.

Then I came home to check in with you and work on my novel.

All in all today was a good day. A little chilly, but that's okay. Just reminding me that I need to break out my sweaters and get a pair of long johns... and maybe some better socks?

Have Goodness!