It's been a long (long time), we shouldn't of left you (left you),
Without a dope beat to step to (step to, step to, step to).
-from the song "Try Again" by Aaliyah feat Timbaland
Okay. So it's been a little over a month. I'm still working on getting my juju back up and running. I've been a little successful I think... at least where the stuff on here is concerned.
Speaking of which (in no particular order):
- Blue is at part thirty-two
- Della is at part sixteen
- Sanya is at part twenty-three with Almost Home
- Kearie is at part twenty-two with Contemplating Madness
- Arwyn is at part nineteen
I don't think that I'll be able to update everyting this month, but it seems the creative juices are a-flowing again so that's something at least. I've also been writing in my notebooks lately as well. (Let's hear it for my crappy penmanship.)
New developments in my life...
I have a car again. (Pardon me as I happy dance.) I'm still paranoid as FRAK about driving. There are moments where I'm completely chill and going the ACTUAL POSTED SPEED LIMIT as opposed to my usual 5-10mph above (and before you judge me, just know that even though I'm technically speeding, there are cars that HATE ME on the freeway and Zoom! past me going what feels like twice as fast as me), and then I'll cross some random intersection and have a flashback of the night I got T-boned. Usually there's a quick twitch of my head going left to right to make sure nothing or no one is coming to get me, and then I melt back into the seat and relax. Currently avoiding freeways if I can during rush hour traffic moments as well as avoiding turning cross traffic. I usually take a side street nearby that's got a stop light and wait my turn. In any case, the accident that totaled my Libby happened at the beginning of February. Not sure how long it's going to take to get me "normal" again since I still have the occasional "something's gonna hit me" moments from when my Honda became an accordion over ten years ago, but I'm getting better.
Baby steps, y'all. Baby steps.
Work has been giving me more responsibilities so even though it's a little more work, I'm taking it as a sign that they like me, and I'm a good worker. I'll have been with this place for a whole year next month. Wow! To be employed and hit the year mark. Kinda nice.
What else has happened since the last time I blogged...?
Saw my dad. He was visiting California for a few weeks so I saw him when he first got to town (he stayed with my brother and his family for a few days at the beginning and end of his visit) and towards the end. Can't remember the last time I saw him in Fontana before he moved to Oklahoma. Wonder when I'll see him again. (Oh yeah. He also got married to the lady he's been living with for a while. 20 years he says. It was a courthouse type of deal. It's nice to know they have each other.)
My niece graduated Pre-K, took swimming lessons and played T-ball over her Summer break, and is now officially a kindergarden student. Woot! I am SO proud of that little weirdo of mine, and I love her bunches and bunches.
Dyed my hair red... ish. My mom did it for me. She starts from the top to the bottom so it looks brighter the higher up my noggin you go. So far I've received nothing but happy comments. One of the chics I work with wanted to dye her red and said my shade was what she wanted. I showed her the pic I Instagram'd of the box (yes I Instagram, and the pic was part of a 365 pic a day challenge I'm doing). She's still "ombre" (that how you spell it?) so I'm not sure if she's gonna do it or not, but she calls me Red all the time. I kinda like it.
My brother got hit in the face with a baseball and camera. (What?) So from what I understand, during my niece's T-ball games, my brother was taking pics of games for work. Apparently he had a really nice SLR type of camera and was poised, camera to face, to take a pic when a ball slammed straight at his face, hitting the camera into his face. Both suffered the damage. My brother eventually went to the doctor. He seems good when I spoke to him shortly after it all happened. I was talking with my mom, and she said, "Your brother got hit in the face with a ball." Being an "interesting" storyteller, I called my bro to get the skinny, and he told me of his ordeal. He said he was going to have a scar.
Brother: You familiar with the HBO series Game of Thrones?
me: (knowing right away what he was going to say) You do not look like Tyrion.
Brother: You watch the show?
me: You do not look like Tyrion.
Brother: You remember the Battle of Blackwater?
me: Yes. And you do NOT look like Tyrion.
Brother: (ignoring me) Remember what Tyrion's face looked like?
Me: (rolls eyes, facepalm) Yes.
Brother: That's what I look like.
me: I can guarantee you do NOT look like Tyrion.
Brother: I'll be scarred for life.
*some of the above has been paraphrased to infer my brother's sense of humor, my sarcasm, and also simply for my entertainment value.
I bought a bookshelf from IKEA and have been slowly uncluttering my room. It's one of those cube types, looks like a giant two box by four box ashtray. It helps not take up space so that I'm happy about. It's just a matter of taking things out of my room to add to my storage unit is a pain due to the doggies in the house. They bark at EVERYTHING and now the door is warping or something so now I have to play with it in order to open and close it. My landlady just says "Ya gotta pull on it" or whatever but it's kind of like... um, lady? Just please fix the door. *sigh*
I've started taking my lunch to work again. Woo hoo! Been bringing cereal (bought some coconut milk and left it in the breakroom fridge so I can have some Special K at the start of my shift), peanut butter and honey sandwiches, cereal bars and salt and black pepper Triscuits. (Snacking on the cereal bars right now while I work and update this blog. Yeah. I'm multi-tasking. Yay me.)
Books I've recently finished: "Flirt" by Laurell K. Hamilton, "A Beautiful Friendship" by David Weber, "The Host" by Stephanie Meyer, "The Care & Feeding of Stray Vampires" by Molly Harper, "Driving Mr. Dead" by Molly Harper, "And One Last Thing" by Molly Harper, "Nice Girls Don't Bite Their Neighbors"...
Yeah. I like Molly Harper (and Amanda Roncone who reads most of her books). *grin*
I'm currently reading "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins. The movie comes out in my birthday month. I read "The Hunger Games" before the movie came out, and I'm hoping to do the same this time around (even though a certain someone TOTALLY ruined the series for me with a few spoiled points that fell from her spoiler lips ON PURPOSE after I told her I'd ONLY read the FIRST BOOK).
But I'm not bitter or anything. Ha!
I think that's it for now. Trying to get things back in order... my life and such. Looking to join a gym to get rid of this mass that has cemented its jelly-like virus upon my person. I swear, if you split me in two, there's enough here for me to be twins. *sigh*
When I have some time, I need to take my new ride to Fresno and visit my family. As it is, my niece (with the prodding of my brother and mother) asks when I'm coming to see her. We have (tentative) plans to have octopus next time I'm in town. Looking forward to that. Miss that little weirdo. She gives good hugs and cuddles.
Hope all y'all have a lovely weekend, and I'll hopefully catch you on the flipside.
Later my lovelies.
Have Goodness!
Rae
New developments in my life...
I have a car again. (Pardon me as I happy dance.) I'm still paranoid as FRAK about driving. There are moments where I'm completely chill and going the ACTUAL POSTED SPEED LIMIT as opposed to my usual 5-10mph above (and before you judge me, just know that even though I'm technically speeding, there are cars that HATE ME on the freeway and Zoom! past me going what feels like twice as fast as me), and then I'll cross some random intersection and have a flashback of the night I got T-boned. Usually there's a quick twitch of my head going left to right to make sure nothing or no one is coming to get me, and then I melt back into the seat and relax. Currently avoiding freeways if I can during rush hour traffic moments as well as avoiding turning cross traffic. I usually take a side street nearby that's got a stop light and wait my turn. In any case, the accident that totaled my Libby happened at the beginning of February. Not sure how long it's going to take to get me "normal" again since I still have the occasional "something's gonna hit me" moments from when my Honda became an accordion over ten years ago, but I'm getting better.
Baby steps, y'all. Baby steps.
Work has been giving me more responsibilities so even though it's a little more work, I'm taking it as a sign that they like me, and I'm a good worker. I'll have been with this place for a whole year next month. Wow! To be employed and hit the year mark. Kinda nice.
What else has happened since the last time I blogged...?
Saw my dad. He was visiting California for a few weeks so I saw him when he first got to town (he stayed with my brother and his family for a few days at the beginning and end of his visit) and towards the end. Can't remember the last time I saw him in Fontana before he moved to Oklahoma. Wonder when I'll see him again. (Oh yeah. He also got married to the lady he's been living with for a while. 20 years he says. It was a courthouse type of deal. It's nice to know they have each other.)
My niece graduated Pre-K, took swimming lessons and played T-ball over her Summer break, and is now officially a kindergarden student. Woot! I am SO proud of that little weirdo of mine, and I love her bunches and bunches.
Dyed my hair red... ish. My mom did it for me. She starts from the top to the bottom so it looks brighter the higher up my noggin you go. So far I've received nothing but happy comments. One of the chics I work with wanted to dye her red and said my shade was what she wanted. I showed her the pic I Instagram'd of the box (yes I Instagram, and the pic was part of a 365 pic a day challenge I'm doing). She's still "ombre" (that how you spell it?) so I'm not sure if she's gonna do it or not, but she calls me Red all the time. I kinda like it.
My brother got hit in the face with a baseball and camera. (What?) So from what I understand, during my niece's T-ball games, my brother was taking pics of games for work. Apparently he had a really nice SLR type of camera and was poised, camera to face, to take a pic when a ball slammed straight at his face, hitting the camera into his face. Both suffered the damage. My brother eventually went to the doctor. He seems good when I spoke to him shortly after it all happened. I was talking with my mom, and she said, "Your brother got hit in the face with a ball." Being an "interesting" storyteller, I called my bro to get the skinny, and he told me of his ordeal. He said he was going to have a scar.
Brother: You familiar with the HBO series Game of Thrones?
me: (knowing right away what he was going to say) You do not look like Tyrion.
Brother: You watch the show?
me: You do not look like Tyrion.
Brother: You remember the Battle of Blackwater?
me: Yes. And you do NOT look like Tyrion.
Brother: (ignoring me) Remember what Tyrion's face looked like?
Me: (rolls eyes, facepalm) Yes.
Brother: That's what I look like.
me: I can guarantee you do NOT look like Tyrion.
Brother: I'll be scarred for life.
*some of the above has been paraphrased to infer my brother's sense of humor, my sarcasm, and also simply for my entertainment value.
I bought a bookshelf from IKEA and have been slowly uncluttering my room. It's one of those cube types, looks like a giant two box by four box ashtray. It helps not take up space so that I'm happy about. It's just a matter of taking things out of my room to add to my storage unit is a pain due to the doggies in the house. They bark at EVERYTHING and now the door is warping or something so now I have to play with it in order to open and close it. My landlady just says "Ya gotta pull on it" or whatever but it's kind of like... um, lady? Just please fix the door. *sigh*
I've started taking my lunch to work again. Woo hoo! Been bringing cereal (bought some coconut milk and left it in the breakroom fridge so I can have some Special K at the start of my shift), peanut butter and honey sandwiches, cereal bars and salt and black pepper Triscuits. (Snacking on the cereal bars right now while I work and update this blog. Yeah. I'm multi-tasking. Yay me.)
Books I've recently finished: "Flirt" by Laurell K. Hamilton, "A Beautiful Friendship" by David Weber, "The Host" by Stephanie Meyer, "The Care & Feeding of Stray Vampires" by Molly Harper, "Driving Mr. Dead" by Molly Harper, "And One Last Thing" by Molly Harper, "Nice Girls Don't Bite Their Neighbors"...
Yeah. I like Molly Harper (and Amanda Roncone who reads most of her books). *grin*
I'm currently reading "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins. The movie comes out in my birthday month. I read "The Hunger Games" before the movie came out, and I'm hoping to do the same this time around (even though a certain someone TOTALLY ruined the series for me with a few spoiled points that fell from her spoiler lips ON PURPOSE after I told her I'd ONLY read the FIRST BOOK).
But I'm not bitter or anything. Ha!
I think that's it for now. Trying to get things back in order... my life and such. Looking to join a gym to get rid of this mass that has cemented its jelly-like virus upon my person. I swear, if you split me in two, there's enough here for me to be twins. *sigh*
When I have some time, I need to take my new ride to Fresno and visit my family. As it is, my niece (with the prodding of my brother and mother) asks when I'm coming to see her. We have (tentative) plans to have octopus next time I'm in town. Looking forward to that. Miss that little weirdo. She gives good hugs and cuddles.
Hope all y'all have a lovely weekend, and I'll hopefully catch you on the flipside.
Later my lovelies.
Have Goodness!
Rae
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