You are all probably wondering, "What's the deal? There hasn't been a new post in over two weeks. What, did you fall off the face of the earth?"
For all intent and purpose, yes- yes I have.
Actually, I got to spend some fun time in the hospital about the time I made my last post. My leg was in severe pain, it was lobster red, warm, leaving me unable to walk. You probably can guess what the issue was, probably the same conclusion I came too. A DVT (blot clot).
For all of you out there counting, that makes DVT number three (all in the same leg).
I have found myself desperatly trying to fumble with a cane. Even just to do something as simple as going from the living room to the bathroom (frustrating to say the least), not to mention it leaving an opening a mile long to "old lady jokes" from my loved ones. It is useful, however, for pulling the remote over, or accidentaly (wink, wink) hitting someone with it. I still feel terrible over hitting and elderly women at the meat section of the grocery store as I unconciously twirled it in the air, while standing still. Oops!
Not having the ability to run around like a crazy women like I usually do has left some more time for me to spend with the kids. Unfortunatly, with having limited "thinking" power, we have been left with the mundane. I tried doing an Abc lession and I was the one getting schooled (flash cards on no sleep, and on medicine is alot harder than you think). I gave up on that activity and settled for a nice movie. As every parent knows, it is never that easy. The girls want to watch the same two movies, over and over.
The movies kicked between Despicable Me and Harry and the Hendersons. Now, don't get me wrong, I love both movies. However, when your forced to watch the same movie three times a day for a week, you find it a little taxing (that may be under estimating it).
If I remember correctly, there was a time when I actually had control over over the tv. Sadly those days are long gone...
You may be wondering how my novel is coming along. I will not lie, even though I am tempted- it hasn't grown a page since my last post either. Not that I am lazy, but my mind simply put, was not here.
I was up all night, yet again, with the Lily monster. I am praying that she will take a nap, so I can take a nap, and have a fresh start and another go.
I am in it for the long hall, even though my thirty days of writing is long gone...
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Finally, My Biblical Foretelling!
Is their shame in bribing a child?
My two year old Lily, gets upset when I tell her it's potty time.
Apparently, if she had it her way, she would be in princess pull ups until the day she died. So, I try to hype her up about going on the potty (sometimes even bribing). I even lower my dignity so far as to dance the pee pee dance. It involves flailing your arms around like a seizure patient and doing the shopping cart dance ( I lost all my dignity the day they said it was a girl). In this picture, I might of used bribery in the place of the shopping cart. Only to find out she pooped her pants ten minutes later. ::::sigh:::
Mother nature is just as defiant as the children
When Evelyn Whitmore, a.k.a Hemi finds the wealthy vampire, Gabriel; he reveals, The true ancient Book of Isaiah. She realizes, it is not meteorites that are the demise of the world in 2012. It’s the Biblical foretelling of Lilith. Can Hemi close the seven gates of hell that Lilith had opened? Or, will Lilith exact her revenge on the children of Adam and Eve. Humanity.
So, there it is. take it as what you will. I am off to finish my creation
of the year. I will talk to you all soon enough.
Saturday- Goal of 198, made it to 176
Sunday- Goal of 205, made it to 178
Monday- Goal of 212, made it to 179
Been very busy. That company I had four days ago, stayed until yesterday. My fault I didn't write, so shame on me and not on them. But it still hurts. Ouch!
My two year old Lily, gets upset when I tell her it's potty time.
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| Parents will do anything to get their kids potty trained! |
Mother nature is just as defiant as the children
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| Mother nature is relentless! |
In the wonderful world of New Hampshire, it always
snows the most in January and February. This year, however,
it felt the need to not stop snowing. Out of the last 2 weeks, it
has snowed 10 days! That little black hole in the ground, is actually
a fish pond. It is surrounded by almost three feet of snow.
Every morning when I go to let the dog out, I loose him. He
Every morning when I go to let the dog out, I loose him. He
jumps in a mound of snow, disappearing for a minute before I see his head pop back up. Now, it's not because we do not shovel out his "area", he chooses to dive bomb in it. I should mention that our dog is only an 8lb chihuahua. His name is Kujo...
Every year I tell myself I am moving out of New England.
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| This is our dog, Kujo (he's 8 lbs) |
That I refuse to shovel one more inch of snow, or refuel one
more tank of heating oil. Yet, here I am freezing my heinie,
letting an 8lb dog out in a snow bank.
But, where would I move to anyways? California? Yeah if
I want to be in the Pacific Ocean, or be split by giant earthquakes.
Florida? New Orleans? I prefer not to be attacked by alligators
or snakes that could kill me or possibly eat me whole. Central
U.S? Drought and dust bowls.
I guess the more I think about it, the more it confirms. Snow may
not be too bad.
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| Doesn't he look ferocious? |
Oh wait, I'm sorry, was this suppose to be global warming?
I do have a treat for my readers who are actually interested in my
book. I have put together a little summary, giving you a heads up
of what it is even about.
So, there it is. take it as what you will. I am off to finish my creation
of the year. I will talk to you all soon enough.
Saturday- Goal of 198, made it to 176
Sunday- Goal of 205, made it to 178
Monday- Goal of 212, made it to 179
Been very busy. That company I had four days ago, stayed until yesterday. My fault I didn't write, so shame on me and not on them. But it still hurts. Ouch!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Let's Talk about Boston!
I would first off like to say, no matter how much I complain, I LOVE BOSTON. I lived there for quite a bit of my life and will always hold it dear to me.
My friend and I went with my girls to The Boston Museum of Science yesterday. It probably would of been a spectacular day, if it was not for the Traffic!
From the museum to my house is usually 1hr 15min. It took us 2hrs 15mins to get there and 4hrs to get home. I was not happy and neither was my Corolla S.
I used to live in Boston and the cities around it. So, I am pretty efficient when it comes to knowing the off highway streets to get back into New Hampshire. No matter what town I cut through to get north, there was traffic. We finally pulled in the driveway at 8pm with two cranky kids.
To make it that much worse, I had to drive threw BOSTON (land of construction since the settlers came). Just trying to get off the highway was a disaster. When I finally did, I was stuck in a merging intersection for 20 minutes. I literally had time to have a conversation with a MBTA worker as he was building a train station and I was stuck in Hell. There was no where to go, and a police officer was beeping repeatedly when I was literally car locked in a intersection. I looked at the worker and asked what I was suppose to do. His exact words were, "beep right back." So I did. He was right, it made me feel a whole lot better.
Now, it wouldn't of been so bad if it was just leg cramps and continuous breaking. But, then you add in two screaming and fighting children for a total of over 6 hours and your literally in HELL.
It was nice to know that the children driving me absolutely bonkers wasn't all in my head. After we arrived at the museum and about 2 hours in, my childless friends asked, "how do you keep up with them. I am already ready for a nap."
The reason a mother keeps going in a place like that long after her body says no more?
She doesn't want to pay for the Triceratops display when the children demolish it.
The museum is a very fun place to take your kids. They have a new set up for the children. They have plastic containers, batteries, fabric, all sorts of things to make a mini bobsled. The rules are, you are suppose to make a mini sled that is either the fastest time for the day or the slowest. My four year old, Izzy wanted to make hers the fastest. So I helped her get the the tools to make it. Just when I finished the line, the two yr old Lily wanted to do it too. Ok. So mommy goes back through the line to help the 2 yr old get her things to make it the fastest. My friend, a.k.a auntie, helps Izzy and I help Lily. Five minutes later, after assembling the batteries for weight, the pipe cleaners because Lily wanted purple, all the fun little doo dads, we hand it to the employee for their test runs. Izzy's was 1.69, Lily's 1.38. Right in front of a dozen people and auntie, Izzy says, "mommy, why didn't you help me. Why did I have to get auntie."
It's amazing what children say! No lies, no cover ups, just being plain old blunt. I wanted to hide under the bobsled track, I really did.
My favorite thing, was at the end of the day. We went to see "Whales", in the IMAX Theatre. Don't get me wrong, I love the IMAX theatre. If you have never been, it is a screen that is five stories tall, that wraps from the floor of the theatre, across the ceiling. Huge. You feel like you are in whatever it is that you are watching. Now, the drawback. The seating, because the screen is so massive, goes almost vertical. One: I can not handle heights at all, never mind five stories (we were at the top, thanks auntie). Two having two squirming children in vertical seating, five stories up.
The film starts with a submarine that looks like it is coming at you. The sound system to go with the submarine was incredible, but loud for small children. So, the five story submarine looks and sounds like it is coming at you. I had to hold the back of their pants for fear of falling as they are both screaming at the top of their longs. "Mom! Mom! The boat!." Followed by both of them screaming and trying to hide "in" my shirt.
"Mommy is trying to work out her fears, and the looks of other patrons. Please hold."
They love whales, whale watching, stuffed animal whales, so what would you figure? They would love the 50 minute movie. Nope. They would not stop talking and playing, then screaming; not even paying attention to the movie. Then, when I told them to stop for the ump-tenth time, their was a pause of silence. It was broken when Izzy yells from her seat, "mom, we should watch Rapunzel on this." I did crack up on that one.
It would be one of those attack Tokyo movies. ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT RAPUNZEL.
Oh yeah, good times...
I know this probably sounds horrible coming from a writer but, if my novel was in paper and not word doc, I would of put it through a paper shredder. Not because it is horrible, but because my mind keeps drawing blanks an the words that should be popping in my head. I have changed every little detail about six times, now confident in the plot line. But, not I am stuck in the "language". Lets be honest, no one wants to hear, "he walks," six times in a page.
If you want to get technical, I want to put myself threw the paper shredder, and just go atv'ing instead.
So here I am, at the dining room table, with my cup of coffee. I am typing away as fast as I can, even with company in the living room. So my husband is entertaining them with the help of a movie. I guess I have until the end credits to work my magic.
If you have any advice on my novel, or children for that matter, I would love to know!
Wednesday-Goal of 177 Reached-173
Thursday- Goal of 184 Reached 181
Friday-Goal of 191 Reached 188 (so close! I blame it on the trip to Boston.)
My friend and I went with my girls to The Boston Museum of Science yesterday. It probably would of been a spectacular day, if it was not for the Traffic!
From the museum to my house is usually 1hr 15min. It took us 2hrs 15mins to get there and 4hrs to get home. I was not happy and neither was my Corolla S.
I used to live in Boston and the cities around it. So, I am pretty efficient when it comes to knowing the off highway streets to get back into New Hampshire. No matter what town I cut through to get north, there was traffic. We finally pulled in the driveway at 8pm with two cranky kids.
To make it that much worse, I had to drive threw BOSTON (land of construction since the settlers came). Just trying to get off the highway was a disaster. When I finally did, I was stuck in a merging intersection for 20 minutes. I literally had time to have a conversation with a MBTA worker as he was building a train station and I was stuck in Hell. There was no where to go, and a police officer was beeping repeatedly when I was literally car locked in a intersection. I looked at the worker and asked what I was suppose to do. His exact words were, "beep right back." So I did. He was right, it made me feel a whole lot better.
Now, it wouldn't of been so bad if it was just leg cramps and continuous breaking. But, then you add in two screaming and fighting children for a total of over 6 hours and your literally in HELL.
It was nice to know that the children driving me absolutely bonkers wasn't all in my head. After we arrived at the museum and about 2 hours in, my childless friends asked, "how do you keep up with them. I am already ready for a nap."
The reason a mother keeps going in a place like that long after her body says no more?
She doesn't want to pay for the Triceratops display when the children demolish it.
The museum is a very fun place to take your kids. They have a new set up for the children. They have plastic containers, batteries, fabric, all sorts of things to make a mini bobsled. The rules are, you are suppose to make a mini sled that is either the fastest time for the day or the slowest. My four year old, Izzy wanted to make hers the fastest. So I helped her get the the tools to make it. Just when I finished the line, the two yr old Lily wanted to do it too. Ok. So mommy goes back through the line to help the 2 yr old get her things to make it the fastest. My friend, a.k.a auntie, helps Izzy and I help Lily. Five minutes later, after assembling the batteries for weight, the pipe cleaners because Lily wanted purple, all the fun little doo dads, we hand it to the employee for their test runs. Izzy's was 1.69, Lily's 1.38. Right in front of a dozen people and auntie, Izzy says, "mommy, why didn't you help me. Why did I have to get auntie."
It's amazing what children say! No lies, no cover ups, just being plain old blunt. I wanted to hide under the bobsled track, I really did.
My favorite thing, was at the end of the day. We went to see "Whales", in the IMAX Theatre. Don't get me wrong, I love the IMAX theatre. If you have never been, it is a screen that is five stories tall, that wraps from the floor of the theatre, across the ceiling. Huge. You feel like you are in whatever it is that you are watching. Now, the drawback. The seating, because the screen is so massive, goes almost vertical. One: I can not handle heights at all, never mind five stories (we were at the top, thanks auntie). Two having two squirming children in vertical seating, five stories up.
The film starts with a submarine that looks like it is coming at you. The sound system to go with the submarine was incredible, but loud for small children. So, the five story submarine looks and sounds like it is coming at you. I had to hold the back of their pants for fear of falling as they are both screaming at the top of their longs. "Mom! Mom! The boat!." Followed by both of them screaming and trying to hide "in" my shirt.
"Mommy is trying to work out her fears, and the looks of other patrons. Please hold."
They love whales, whale watching, stuffed animal whales, so what would you figure? They would love the 50 minute movie. Nope. They would not stop talking and playing, then screaming; not even paying attention to the movie. Then, when I told them to stop for the ump-tenth time, their was a pause of silence. It was broken when Izzy yells from her seat, "mom, we should watch Rapunzel on this." I did crack up on that one.
It would be one of those attack Tokyo movies. ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT RAPUNZEL.
Oh yeah, good times...
I know this probably sounds horrible coming from a writer but, if my novel was in paper and not word doc, I would of put it through a paper shredder. Not because it is horrible, but because my mind keeps drawing blanks an the words that should be popping in my head. I have changed every little detail about six times, now confident in the plot line. But, not I am stuck in the "language". Lets be honest, no one wants to hear, "he walks," six times in a page.
If you want to get technical, I want to put myself threw the paper shredder, and just go atv'ing instead.
So here I am, at the dining room table, with my cup of coffee. I am typing away as fast as I can, even with company in the living room. So my husband is entertaining them with the help of a movie. I guess I have until the end credits to work my magic.
If you have any advice on my novel, or children for that matter, I would love to know!
Wednesday-Goal of 177 Reached-173
Thursday- Goal of 184 Reached 181
Friday-Goal of 191 Reached 188 (so close! I blame it on the trip to Boston.)
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Just Write!
Ok, so I have realized I am at a breaking point with the children.
We have been bombarded with snowstorm after snowstorm here in New Hampshire, forcing the kids to stay inside. Of, course with any children, particularly mine, they get quite antsy no matter what activities you do with them.
By 10:00 am, and three cups of coffee later. I am watching them chasing each other around with shopping carts through the whole first floor, screaming in excitement (you would think they had the coffee). Not that I mind them having a good time, but mommy is working on a novel (and my sanity).
"Girls!" Do you mind going upstairs to play in your room, mommy is trying to write.
Mind you, from 8-10 am we played games, play dough, arts and crafts; so they didn't feel left out.
With some whining and huffs, they go upstairs to play in their rooms.
I sat down at the dining room table, trying to type away (getting stuck on editing, which is a no no).
The screaming and running around continues, then automatic silence. Yes, thank you!
Fifteen minutes of silence is ok for Izzy, the four yr old. But, it is not ok for the 2 yr old, Lily.
I pull out my ear plugs, walking towards the staircase. Lily beat me to the punch, she was walking down the stairs already.
"Lily, why are you naked?" She went upstairs prior, with a full set of clothes and a pull up on.
"Poopies."
Oh no!
I was hoping it was more like, "mommy, I have to go poops."
Nope, it was more, "mommy, I went poops."
Please, no!
"Lily, where is your pull up?" She just points up upstairs, and looks down.
I bolt up the stairs, reaching the top... Oh no! She had poop running down the hallway, in her room, and all over the bathroom!
I would like to know what she is thinking when she does something like that. Was there a fight with the diaper and it won? Did she want to get back down to primitive basics, like a monkey, throwing poop?
All the while, Izzy is just sitting in her room, watching tv. When I ask if she noticed Lily in her room, or making all the destruction, she just shakes her head. I couldn't even comment to, I just had to walk away.
So instead of getting that hour to write, I was scrubbing the house and a child. Mommy needs a vacation, or at least a good hiding hole...
"Just Write!" My husband reminds me.
The most basic advice in the world. Why is it so difficult?
I'll read the pages in the chapter I am working on to pick up on the momentum of where I left off. Then it is a waste of an hour, because I will constantly edit it and re-edit it, not adding anything new on the blank pages.
I have told myself over and over (and it is my goal), to just write anything. Why is it so difficult? I can't help but want to critique until it is perfect. But, the truth of the matter is, unless I finish the entire story, chances are it could change and possibly be edited right out in the future. So why do I keep wasting my precious time? Quite frankly, it is driving me batty!
It's like trying to retrain your mind to quite a habit, like eating. If you don't train your mind to eat healthy foods in small portions, you will never re-teach your mind proper habit. I feel just writing is the same thing. It is a hard thing to try and re-train my mind. But, if I don't do it now, it will never come as second nature. Just leading me down a road of frustration and the wanting to quit. We all know, just to quit would be a lot easier. Just to quit like a proper eating habit, feeling down that it was yet one more thing that had beat me.
Although quiting would be so much easier than writing, it is not a possibility. I have gone to far, invested to much of me, and am eager myself to read the end result.
I would of probably made my goal of 170. I just had to quick thinking and just WRITE!
So yet again, like a broken record. I am closing down all Internet pages. Closing my eyes to the blinking cursor and keeping my fingers moving (weather or not there will be comprehendible words on the page, is uncertain).
WISH ME LUCK!
Sunday (Jan 30) Goal of 156- completed! Halfway Mark!
Monday(Jan 31) Goal of 163- 160 Close, but no cigar!
Tuesday (Feb 1) Goal of 170- 166 Falling, Mayday!
We have been bombarded with snowstorm after snowstorm here in New Hampshire, forcing the kids to stay inside. Of, course with any children, particularly mine, they get quite antsy no matter what activities you do with them.
By 10:00 am, and three cups of coffee later. I am watching them chasing each other around with shopping carts through the whole first floor, screaming in excitement (you would think they had the coffee). Not that I mind them having a good time, but mommy is working on a novel (and my sanity).
"Girls!" Do you mind going upstairs to play in your room, mommy is trying to write.
Mind you, from 8-10 am we played games, play dough, arts and crafts; so they didn't feel left out.
With some whining and huffs, they go upstairs to play in their rooms.
I sat down at the dining room table, trying to type away (getting stuck on editing, which is a no no).
The screaming and running around continues, then automatic silence. Yes, thank you!
Fifteen minutes of silence is ok for Izzy, the four yr old. But, it is not ok for the 2 yr old, Lily.
I pull out my ear plugs, walking towards the staircase. Lily beat me to the punch, she was walking down the stairs already.
"Lily, why are you naked?" She went upstairs prior, with a full set of clothes and a pull up on.
"Poopies."
Oh no!
I was hoping it was more like, "mommy, I have to go poops."
Nope, it was more, "mommy, I went poops."
Please, no!
"Lily, where is your pull up?" She just points up upstairs, and looks down.
I bolt up the stairs, reaching the top... Oh no! She had poop running down the hallway, in her room, and all over the bathroom!
I would like to know what she is thinking when she does something like that. Was there a fight with the diaper and it won? Did she want to get back down to primitive basics, like a monkey, throwing poop?
All the while, Izzy is just sitting in her room, watching tv. When I ask if she noticed Lily in her room, or making all the destruction, she just shakes her head. I couldn't even comment to, I just had to walk away.
So instead of getting that hour to write, I was scrubbing the house and a child. Mommy needs a vacation, or at least a good hiding hole...
"Just Write!" My husband reminds me.
The most basic advice in the world. Why is it so difficult?
I'll read the pages in the chapter I am working on to pick up on the momentum of where I left off. Then it is a waste of an hour, because I will constantly edit it and re-edit it, not adding anything new on the blank pages.
I have told myself over and over (and it is my goal), to just write anything. Why is it so difficult? I can't help but want to critique until it is perfect. But, the truth of the matter is, unless I finish the entire story, chances are it could change and possibly be edited right out in the future. So why do I keep wasting my precious time? Quite frankly, it is driving me batty!
It's like trying to retrain your mind to quite a habit, like eating. If you don't train your mind to eat healthy foods in small portions, you will never re-teach your mind proper habit. I feel just writing is the same thing. It is a hard thing to try and re-train my mind. But, if I don't do it now, it will never come as second nature. Just leading me down a road of frustration and the wanting to quit. We all know, just to quit would be a lot easier. Just to quit like a proper eating habit, feeling down that it was yet one more thing that had beat me.
Although quiting would be so much easier than writing, it is not a possibility. I have gone to far, invested to much of me, and am eager myself to read the end result.
I would of probably made my goal of 170. I just had to quick thinking and just WRITE!
So yet again, like a broken record. I am closing down all Internet pages. Closing my eyes to the blinking cursor and keeping my fingers moving (weather or not there will be comprehendible words on the page, is uncertain).
WISH ME LUCK!
Sunday (Jan 30) Goal of 156- completed! Halfway Mark!
Monday(Jan 31) Goal of 163- 160 Close, but no cigar!
Tuesday (Feb 1) Goal of 170- 166 Falling, Mayday!
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