As some of you may have read before. The duplex that I live in was sold and the new owner has moved upstairs. As soon as I move out she will move into my apartment. With new neighbors come some problems.
These may seem dumb but really they are common sense. If something doesn’t belong to you, don’t touch it. First thing I noticed was all the trash cans out front. Which is good, however I haven’t even put my trash in it yet. And she put her trash in my trash cans and then placed it along with her cans out front, as if she owned them all. I personally bought one of them and one of the cans came with the apartment. (Go Figure.) That was our first conversation.
Then when they moved in I noticed her son’s bike was near my bike on my side of the garage. And right where I get out of my car door too. It’s in my way. Now that my bike was stolen I moved his bike to where mine was so I have room to get in and out of my car. (I didn’t say anything I just moved it.)
The latest thing I noticed yesterday morning. I came out my back door. We have a detached garage far away from the house. The only way to get to the garage from the street is to go down an alleyway that goes behind the row of house off of the street. So there is a nice walkway going from the house to the garage. I noticed solar lights along the walkway. Which is very nice however two thing. One, mowing the lawn will be hard with those things there and the other. When I move out at the end of July, I will use a dolly to move large boxes and the walkway will have those lights.
Not to mention the snow during the winter. It’s hard enough to shovel the walkway can you imagine trying to shovel with solar lights there. (There is another conversation coming on.)
Honestly I wish she would wait until I move to do any other changes on the property, however I do understand that she want to make it her own.
Twilight is Coming to Town:
If you don’t know, I’m a huge Twilight fan. I have read all 4 books 10 times back to back. Yes that’s right, Ten times. I guess you could say I am an expert on the story. I had to walk away because I was getting too obsessive. I also keep up with the movies and look at the various websites each day. Not a day goes by that I don’t check up on what’s up. Twilight Eclipse is coming to the screen today. I won’t be able to see it until this weekend but I am looking forward to it. I’m sure it will be good, but not as good as the book. Nothing is as good as a book.
You can bet I will be reviewing Eclipse on the site. Look forward to that this weekend, another movie is The Last Airbender, in 3D Yeah! I will also see that one. Oh yes. I definitely can’t wait until this weekend.
Is there a story or movie that you want to or can’t wait to see? If you saw it give a review and join in the discussion.
Just a Quick Update:
For those that don’t know. I fell off my bike a few weeks ago. I hit the pavement face and arm first. My wrist and arm still aches but is better. I still have it wrapped up and I brace it up as if I had broken it. The brace helps relieve the pressure off the wrist. My scars have all but disappeared from my face the only thing left is some small swelling under my left eye. It is mostly unnoticeable unless I point it out.
Still no bike thought. For those that don’t know, it was stolen shortly after the accident with it. Oh well, can’t have everything.
When my car broke down a few weeks ago which is why I was riding my bike. I couldn’t go to my exercise class, Zumba. I was walking everyday to work and back. I will go to Zumba for half class tonight, but won’t do any of the weight exercises. I have to start to build up my strength again.
You Are Up to Date Now:
What are you going through? Is there anything that you want to discuss? Remember all comments will be published tomorrow. I do that so we don’t get any spam. Join in the discussion and share, laugh, learn, grow and bond with other women. You and your opinions mean a lot to me. By for now.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Book Reviews:
I'm half way thru the second reading of Succubus Shadows by Rochelle Mead. Book 5 in the Succubus series. I am beginning to understand the book now. Sometimes just one reading isn’t enough to understand a story therefore not a good way to judge. I read most books two or more times to really get a story and to study all the work and its complexities.
The Succubus, Georgina was captured and made to dream. In those dreams sequences she is shown all her mistakes throughout the years. She is left with pain and shattered hopes.
It is during those dream sequences that I begin to understand her better and her motivations for doing what she is/was/ has been doing all her long life. She’s immortal. It also makes sense as to what could come in her future.
I also finished another RA Salvatore book:
One of my favorite characters in a book is Drizzt Du’Urdan. A Dark Elf. I have finished six books in the series and have ordered another 3 from the Library. The last one I finished was called The Halfling’s Gem. It was really good. I could barely put the book down. Of course it had all the wonderful creatures and the favorite beloved characters and lots of crazy, weird, wonderful fantasy fiction that I love so much. Also I got to understand more about the characters and how their lives play out. Makes me wonder how much more those guys and gal can go thru and how much more they will grow. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I purposely don’t tell you much about the story because then it wouldn’t be such a surprise if you were to read it. (So there!)
Injury from My Bike Accident:
I think I may have injured my wrist when I fell face first on the sideway , I flung my arm and wrist to stop the fall, during my bike accident. My whole arm is aching especially my wrist. I need to see the doctor soon anyway regarding another matter so I will just ask him about this injury.
I am having a hard time typing. The only way it feels better is when I have my arm in a sling around my shoulders. Sometimes this happens, an injury won’t show up for a bit then later will come to haunt you.
I found a way to sling my arm up and brace it last night. It felt better when I went to bed. (I will baby it for quite a while I think. Maybe even get some sympathy at work or something. Not.)
Working on the Fictional Story:
The story line that I am working on will be fictional. All three characters will be normal regular people dealing with everyday life. Any likeness to any real person or situation is unintended. It will be writing practice, fun and a learning experience for me. Soon I will start the blog and link it to mine, so the only way to get it will be through my blog. Hope you like it.
For those that want to leave comments:
I have it set up were the comments have to be review first. The reason is because I don’t want any spammers putting dumb stuff on the comments. We get enough of that elsewhere, we don’t need it here. I check the blog every day and all comments will be posted the next day. They are appreciated. Thank you to those that read. I don’t know how many are reading but you are very important to me.
If anyone would like to share their experiences or how you overcame a tough spot you are welcome to do so. We all can learn, grow, share and bond from them. By for now.
The Succubus, Georgina was captured and made to dream. In those dreams sequences she is shown all her mistakes throughout the years. She is left with pain and shattered hopes.
It is during those dream sequences that I begin to understand her better and her motivations for doing what she is/was/ has been doing all her long life. She’s immortal. It also makes sense as to what could come in her future.
I also finished another RA Salvatore book:
One of my favorite characters in a book is Drizzt Du’Urdan. A Dark Elf. I have finished six books in the series and have ordered another 3 from the Library. The last one I finished was called The Halfling’s Gem. It was really good. I could barely put the book down. Of course it had all the wonderful creatures and the favorite beloved characters and lots of crazy, weird, wonderful fantasy fiction that I love so much. Also I got to understand more about the characters and how their lives play out. Makes me wonder how much more those guys and gal can go thru and how much more they will grow. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I purposely don’t tell you much about the story because then it wouldn’t be such a surprise if you were to read it. (So there!)
Injury from My Bike Accident:
I think I may have injured my wrist when I fell face first on the sideway , I flung my arm and wrist to stop the fall, during my bike accident. My whole arm is aching especially my wrist. I need to see the doctor soon anyway regarding another matter so I will just ask him about this injury.
I am having a hard time typing. The only way it feels better is when I have my arm in a sling around my shoulders. Sometimes this happens, an injury won’t show up for a bit then later will come to haunt you.
I found a way to sling my arm up and brace it last night. It felt better when I went to bed. (I will baby it for quite a while I think. Maybe even get some sympathy at work or something. Not.)
Working on the Fictional Story:
The story line that I am working on will be fictional. All three characters will be normal regular people dealing with everyday life. Any likeness to any real person or situation is unintended. It will be writing practice, fun and a learning experience for me. Soon I will start the blog and link it to mine, so the only way to get it will be through my blog. Hope you like it.
For those that want to leave comments:
I have it set up were the comments have to be review first. The reason is because I don’t want any spammers putting dumb stuff on the comments. We get enough of that elsewhere, we don’t need it here. I check the blog every day and all comments will be posted the next day. They are appreciated. Thank you to those that read. I don’t know how many are reading but you are very important to me.
If anyone would like to share their experiences or how you overcame a tough spot you are welcome to do so. We all can learn, grow, share and bond from them. By for now.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Back to Normal Update on Everything.
After a frustrating few weeks I finally got my car back on Friday. (Thank God.) It was very traumatic to be without it for two weeks. (Walking to work and home each day is no fun.) Now I have a lot to do to catch up on the things I couldn’t do while without it. One thing that cut my time in half to accomplish my errands, I had a date on Saturday, and the date was to begin at 3:45pm in the after noon.
There was several things wrong with this. One, it really was too early to start a date. Two, I had so much to do, errands and stuff, I was kind of annoyed. Three, by time 3:00pm came around to get ready for the date; I was ready for a nap.
The Date:
My date showed up around 3:50 which was fine, I wasn’t worried about it, there was traffic and stuff. But after spending some time with him I found him to be nice but very unemotional. The first time we dated which was the day that my car broke down. We had a good date. We went to the movies and then coffee afterwards. We have a nice conversation.
This time he stopped off at his sister’s house to work on her computer first before we were to go to the concert. His sister lived in a nice neighborhood in a large 10 story apartment building that was secured. She lived somewhere in the middle. We had to go up the elevator, and around corridors to reach it. I got lost.
The sister’s House:
Upon arriving at the sister’s house and having a brief introduction, those two walked into the other room and left me standing in her living room, with no instructions as to make yourself at home, please sit down, would you like something to drink? Nothing. I was standing there for 10 minutes until I finally decided to sit down, but there were towels on the chairs and I was unsure as to where to sit, or if I would disturb anything. So I sat on one chair on the end and waited. There was a huge TV on so I just watched that.
The entire time, which was more than an hour longer, I was hot, uncomfortable, and felt neglected. If I could have remembered how to get out of there I would have just left. I was debating of what to do. It that point I was very ill at ease and not wanting to continue the date.
When they finally came out of the room, they exchange a few brother and sister words then my date asked her for some drinks. They went through the assorted drinks list while her head was in the refrigerator. They did inquire if I wanted anything to drink but I told them. “No Thank you.”
On the way back to the car my date informs me that he is going to pick up someone else. A male friend of his, they were going to play guitar and jam with some others after the concert. (Originally I was just going to listen and enjoy my dates playing.)
What I thought was a date wasn’t really. I was not informed about picking up another person. I don’t know this other person. I barely knew my date. If I had to defend myself from my date if he got out of line, I felt confident but if there was two men. Plus I didn’t even know where we were going. Now I was really feeling uncomfortable.
At the car as he opened the door and secured me into the passenger side, and on his way to the driver side I had to think fast. How do I let him down casually, to not hurt him, and let me go home. When he got in and began looking at a map. I looked at him. “My date,” (Not using names here.) “I’m sorry but I’m really tired and could you please take me home.” He was surprised but did bring me home.
On the way back to my house I explained to him. “I’m doing you a favor by not going. (I had yawned twice on the way to his sister’s house, so I was not lying that I was tired.) “If I went.” I told him. “I would be tired and miserable and then you would be uncomfortable and then leave early to take me home and then you wouldn’t be happy.” Do you understand?”
“No.” was his answer.
Just that answer let me know that I was doing the correct thing for me. If he didn’t care that I was uncomfortable and tired the entire time then he is an unemotional person or a person who doesn’t care about the feeling of others. Before I would never have asked to be taken home. I would have endured through the entire day and been miserable and hating myself.
One lesson learned. Ask questions. Where is it that we are going? Will we be going alone? How long, what time will it be over? Etc… Make sure you have money in your pocket to get yourself home in case things do go haywire.
Sundays Excitement:
This may not be exciting to you but to me it is major. I woke up early and started working on my manuscript. I was scrolling down the pages and reading different parts and realized I still have a lot to do. My manuscript was very overwhelming so I decided to put my outlines into individual chapters so that I could work on them and finish my ideas for each of the chapters. I put them into a folder on my computer and labeled each chapter with something that is happening within. All in all I have 24 chapters, an epilogue and then some extra stuff that I might want to incorporate into the story. This doesn’t include any of the back stories except the ones that are in the manuscript as flashbacks.
After I finish each chapter putting all my ideas into them, then I will copy and past them into a new manuscript. That will be my 3 writing of the manuscript.
(I changed my mind a few times on how to begin the story. I still may make more changes, but at least I will see it more clearly.)
I’m not saying it is ready for publication, on the contrary, I still have to put the characters movement, explain about the room, sounds, feeling, smells, and everything that gives a reader a broader feel for the entire story.
After that come the revising, then more revising, then even more revising, until it is polished to perfection, or until I can clean it up and feel I gave my best work. It will get even more revisions when and if I get representation. In the mean time I will continue learning my craft and enjoy the process.
Weight Update:
Even though I walked the entire time I was without my car I don’t feel like I was really on the diet. So starting today the diet, exercise and health are on the forefront. Zumba class tonight and I brought my favorite foods to work. I also decided to read Dr. Phil’s Ultimate Weight Loss book. I want to go through the exercises and finally get over my problems with food. I don’t want them anymore. There are no more excuses.
If you would like to go through the book with me and want to discuss your progress, you are welcome to join me. Tell me of your hardships and struggles and we can decide on goals. Then we can help push each other towards those goals.
Join in the discussion of what is important to you. If it is something other than what I bring to the table, please comment and bring it forward. There is room for others opinions, I look forward to hearing from you and bonding with all of you. Share, learn, grow, laugh and bond with other women. By for now.
There was several things wrong with this. One, it really was too early to start a date. Two, I had so much to do, errands and stuff, I was kind of annoyed. Three, by time 3:00pm came around to get ready for the date; I was ready for a nap.
The Date:
My date showed up around 3:50 which was fine, I wasn’t worried about it, there was traffic and stuff. But after spending some time with him I found him to be nice but very unemotional. The first time we dated which was the day that my car broke down. We had a good date. We went to the movies and then coffee afterwards. We have a nice conversation.
This time he stopped off at his sister’s house to work on her computer first before we were to go to the concert. His sister lived in a nice neighborhood in a large 10 story apartment building that was secured. She lived somewhere in the middle. We had to go up the elevator, and around corridors to reach it. I got lost.
The sister’s House:
Upon arriving at the sister’s house and having a brief introduction, those two walked into the other room and left me standing in her living room, with no instructions as to make yourself at home, please sit down, would you like something to drink? Nothing. I was standing there for 10 minutes until I finally decided to sit down, but there were towels on the chairs and I was unsure as to where to sit, or if I would disturb anything. So I sat on one chair on the end and waited. There was a huge TV on so I just watched that.
The entire time, which was more than an hour longer, I was hot, uncomfortable, and felt neglected. If I could have remembered how to get out of there I would have just left. I was debating of what to do. It that point I was very ill at ease and not wanting to continue the date.
When they finally came out of the room, they exchange a few brother and sister words then my date asked her for some drinks. They went through the assorted drinks list while her head was in the refrigerator. They did inquire if I wanted anything to drink but I told them. “No Thank you.”
On the way back to the car my date informs me that he is going to pick up someone else. A male friend of his, they were going to play guitar and jam with some others after the concert. (Originally I was just going to listen and enjoy my dates playing.)
What I thought was a date wasn’t really. I was not informed about picking up another person. I don’t know this other person. I barely knew my date. If I had to defend myself from my date if he got out of line, I felt confident but if there was two men. Plus I didn’t even know where we were going. Now I was really feeling uncomfortable.
At the car as he opened the door and secured me into the passenger side, and on his way to the driver side I had to think fast. How do I let him down casually, to not hurt him, and let me go home. When he got in and began looking at a map. I looked at him. “My date,” (Not using names here.) “I’m sorry but I’m really tired and could you please take me home.” He was surprised but did bring me home.
On the way back to my house I explained to him. “I’m doing you a favor by not going. (I had yawned twice on the way to his sister’s house, so I was not lying that I was tired.) “If I went.” I told him. “I would be tired and miserable and then you would be uncomfortable and then leave early to take me home and then you wouldn’t be happy.” Do you understand?”
“No.” was his answer.
Just that answer let me know that I was doing the correct thing for me. If he didn’t care that I was uncomfortable and tired the entire time then he is an unemotional person or a person who doesn’t care about the feeling of others. Before I would never have asked to be taken home. I would have endured through the entire day and been miserable and hating myself.
One lesson learned. Ask questions. Where is it that we are going? Will we be going alone? How long, what time will it be over? Etc… Make sure you have money in your pocket to get yourself home in case things do go haywire.
Sundays Excitement:
This may not be exciting to you but to me it is major. I woke up early and started working on my manuscript. I was scrolling down the pages and reading different parts and realized I still have a lot to do. My manuscript was very overwhelming so I decided to put my outlines into individual chapters so that I could work on them and finish my ideas for each of the chapters. I put them into a folder on my computer and labeled each chapter with something that is happening within. All in all I have 24 chapters, an epilogue and then some extra stuff that I might want to incorporate into the story. This doesn’t include any of the back stories except the ones that are in the manuscript as flashbacks.
After I finish each chapter putting all my ideas into them, then I will copy and past them into a new manuscript. That will be my 3 writing of the manuscript.
(I changed my mind a few times on how to begin the story. I still may make more changes, but at least I will see it more clearly.)
I’m not saying it is ready for publication, on the contrary, I still have to put the characters movement, explain about the room, sounds, feeling, smells, and everything that gives a reader a broader feel for the entire story.
After that come the revising, then more revising, then even more revising, until it is polished to perfection, or until I can clean it up and feel I gave my best work. It will get even more revisions when and if I get representation. In the mean time I will continue learning my craft and enjoy the process.
Weight Update:
Even though I walked the entire time I was without my car I don’t feel like I was really on the diet. So starting today the diet, exercise and health are on the forefront. Zumba class tonight and I brought my favorite foods to work. I also decided to read Dr. Phil’s Ultimate Weight Loss book. I want to go through the exercises and finally get over my problems with food. I don’t want them anymore. There are no more excuses.
If you would like to go through the book with me and want to discuss your progress, you are welcome to join me. Tell me of your hardships and struggles and we can decide on goals. Then we can help push each other towards those goals.
Join in the discussion of what is important to you. If it is something other than what I bring to the table, please comment and bring it forward. There is room for others opinions, I look forward to hearing from you and bonding with all of you. Share, learn, grow, laugh and bond with other women. By for now.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Update on the Car.
Yesterday I was so mad regarding the mechanic not fixing my car, or rather him keeping my car for 10 days and not doing anything, even though I gave him money for parts days ago. In the morning I called him and asked if he at least started working on it. I posted in yesterdays’ blog the results of the call and no, he hadn’t even started. At that point I didn’t want to hear any more excuses. I just hung up on him. I was on the verge of taking the car and my money back and find another mechanic.
I was fuming mad. On the walk home, it was all I could do not to scream out my rage on the street. I was holding my emotions in. I though no just wait another day. I got home sweating and tired. This is such nasty business, I need my car. (Pleading here)
Later I received a call from the mechanic. He did start on the car after all. I was shocked, but he said there were some problems with the alternator, it was actually stuck to the car or bolted to it and he was having trouble getting he bolts off. Now the bolts are stripped and a new bracket to hold the alternator is needed, which means more money and more time. Darn.
What up for Today:
Today we’ll see what happens and if I get the car back today. Since the new obstacles it doesn’t feel like it. I can handle that, at lease he is doing something.
Man the walk this morning is so muggy. One can feel the moisture in the air, and when I got to the office I was drenched. I’m noticing my time for walking both home and to work is getting shorter. I can tell by the music. If I start the music at the same place when I first start out, then where the music ends when I get to where I’m going I notice some differences.
At first it was at the ending of a song on the track. Then it was the middle of the same song. Now it is the beginning of the same song. This morning I listened to other songs, so I will test it again over the next few days. Since my bike was stolen I will have to walk more. I can test this hypothesis even more and see how my progress goes over the summer. Anyway enough of that thinking.
What Do You Think?
I saw on Entertainment last night that the last bachelor Jake and Vienna split up. I have to say that I kind of knew that was going to happen. When I watched the final bachelor when he was declaring his love for Vienna, I felt that it was fake, and that he was playing a role. I didn’t believe him. I didn’t see the sparkles in his eyes. Then this morning on the radio I heard some people think that Jake will come on the current bachelorette show with Ali and crash it trying to get back with her.
Vienna on Entertainment Tonight says that Jake was very cold and they didn’t have much sex. She explained she set up a beautiful Valentines Day date with rose petals going from the front door to the bath where she was lounging then to the bed, and when Jake came home he didn’t respond. He just went and sat on the couch. When Vienna asked him why, he said he was tired.
Everyone has been acting like poor Vienna, but again while she was talking about her woes I didn’t see tears streaking down her face. Her voice sounded strained with emotion but no tears. Do you believe her? Maybe she is just as fake with her love as Jake was with his.
I also like to think that there are two sides to a story, maybe even more. There is the way Jake feels and then there is the way Vienna feels. Know one knows except those two, what really happened. I think Vienna trying to get her 15 minutes of fame to put Jake down is not good. That is a character that really turns me off about people. I believe if it was true love and true feeling going on between them than they would be doing this in private. Not splashing it across the tabloids.
Join in the discussion. Do you think that Jake with crash the current Bachelorette show and try to win Ali? Share, laugh, learn, grow, and bond with other women. By for now.
I was fuming mad. On the walk home, it was all I could do not to scream out my rage on the street. I was holding my emotions in. I though no just wait another day. I got home sweating and tired. This is such nasty business, I need my car. (Pleading here)
Later I received a call from the mechanic. He did start on the car after all. I was shocked, but he said there were some problems with the alternator, it was actually stuck to the car or bolted to it and he was having trouble getting he bolts off. Now the bolts are stripped and a new bracket to hold the alternator is needed, which means more money and more time. Darn.
What up for Today:
Today we’ll see what happens and if I get the car back today. Since the new obstacles it doesn’t feel like it. I can handle that, at lease he is doing something.
Man the walk this morning is so muggy. One can feel the moisture in the air, and when I got to the office I was drenched. I’m noticing my time for walking both home and to work is getting shorter. I can tell by the music. If I start the music at the same place when I first start out, then where the music ends when I get to where I’m going I notice some differences.
At first it was at the ending of a song on the track. Then it was the middle of the same song. Now it is the beginning of the same song. This morning I listened to other songs, so I will test it again over the next few days. Since my bike was stolen I will have to walk more. I can test this hypothesis even more and see how my progress goes over the summer. Anyway enough of that thinking.
What Do You Think?
I saw on Entertainment last night that the last bachelor Jake and Vienna split up. I have to say that I kind of knew that was going to happen. When I watched the final bachelor when he was declaring his love for Vienna, I felt that it was fake, and that he was playing a role. I didn’t believe him. I didn’t see the sparkles in his eyes. Then this morning on the radio I heard some people think that Jake will come on the current bachelorette show with Ali and crash it trying to get back with her.
Vienna on Entertainment Tonight says that Jake was very cold and they didn’t have much sex. She explained she set up a beautiful Valentines Day date with rose petals going from the front door to the bath where she was lounging then to the bed, and when Jake came home he didn’t respond. He just went and sat on the couch. When Vienna asked him why, he said he was tired.
Everyone has been acting like poor Vienna, but again while she was talking about her woes I didn’t see tears streaking down her face. Her voice sounded strained with emotion but no tears. Do you believe her? Maybe she is just as fake with her love as Jake was with his.
I also like to think that there are two sides to a story, maybe even more. There is the way Jake feels and then there is the way Vienna feels. Know one knows except those two, what really happened. I think Vienna trying to get her 15 minutes of fame to put Jake down is not good. That is a character that really turns me off about people. I believe if it was true love and true feeling going on between them than they would be doing this in private. Not splashing it across the tabloids.
Join in the discussion. Do you think that Jake with crash the current Bachelorette show and try to win Ali? Share, laugh, learn, grow, and bond with other women. By for now.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
What Up Lately, The Little Stuff.
Reading:
I just finished reading another book called Streams of Silver by R A Salvatore. Its book 5 in the series of Drizzt DoUrden. A dark Elf. These are rich stories filled with wonderous creative adventure. The characters are exceptional and filled with good intentions. There are 5 friends. Dizzt DoUrden, Brunor, a Dwarf, Walfgar, A Barbarian, Regis, a Halfling, what ever that is, and Catti bri, a human women. They go to extreme lengths to save their friends when they get into trouble and back them up when asked and that the reader can come to care about. The stories are thrilling, and the world is wild with crazy creatures. If you love Fantasy Fiction this is the place to start.
Weight and Workout Class.
On my way home while walking I walked past the rec center where I do my Zumba Classes. I could not make it this time, but the nice thing was the entire class was outside in the cool air. I guess the gym was too hot. But there they were my Zumba buddies working out and looking good. I can’t wait to get back to class. As soon as my car is fixed and I don’t have to walk I will be back in class. I can’t do both walking and Zumbe right now. I will have to work up to that, but for now I can’t wait to get back.
Is the Car Fixed Yet?
I looked out and my mechanic still hasn’t touched my car to fix it. It’s still sitting in the lot. What is taking him so long? It has been nine or ten days. I decided to go ask.
“Hi, did you forget my car?”
“No I just have a few things to do first.” He said.
“I have the money. Money is supposed to talk you know.” He smiled. I continued. “I haven’t cried yet, maybe if I cried you would fix the car sooner, ha.”
He chuckled. “Okay let me finish the other car and then we’ll get to yours.”
“Thank you.” I smiled and winked at him, then walked away back to the office.
The funny thing is he is such a character. He gave me a ride home yesterday, the radio was playing Dean Marin and he was singing with his good voice. I asked him why he was listening to this music? He said point blank, “Because I like it.” I just giggled.
1 hour later. The car still hasn’t moved. (Rolling my eyes, can I hit him now?)
Here’s Mud On Your Shoes:
I stepped out to get some lunch; I walked the two blocks to a corner store. I ended up stepping in some mud with my right tennis shoe without realizing it. I came back to the office and started eating. I got up to get some napkins and noticed the mud on my chair. I have on white pants, so now I have to wipe mud off my shoes. What a day.
(Shouldn't I have wrote about this? I just wanted everyone to know I am normal like you.)
Wednesday:
I called today hoping against hope that my mechanic at least started to fix the car.
Nope. Not at all, he hasn’t even bought the parts. I am beyond mad now. When and if I get my car back soon, I will never allow him to fix it again. I will find another mechanic that will not make me wait 10 days or more to fix it. The stress of not having it is killing me. All the things I could do and get done, I can’t do any of it and with the bike stolen, I feel totally trapped.
What is taking him so long, and why won’t he fix it. I am very perplexed. I gave him the money for the parts days ago. When I told him I had the money he sounded like he was going to get the parts that day and at least start. But he got busy with other things he said when I called him later.
I am at my last hope. I can assure you that after this, he will not be getting my money or maybe not even my friendship.
Writing update:
I did some writing last night and this morning. I still have a lot to do. But I am determined more than ever to make the best manuscript I can. The amount of work is staggering, but one day, one hour at a time can accomplish much.
If you have some incident that you want to share with the other women, we would love to hear from you. Share, laugh, grow, cry, learn, and bond with other women. By for now.
I just finished reading another book called Streams of Silver by R A Salvatore. Its book 5 in the series of Drizzt DoUrden. A dark Elf. These are rich stories filled with wonderous creative adventure. The characters are exceptional and filled with good intentions. There are 5 friends. Dizzt DoUrden, Brunor, a Dwarf, Walfgar, A Barbarian, Regis, a Halfling, what ever that is, and Catti bri, a human women. They go to extreme lengths to save their friends when they get into trouble and back them up when asked and that the reader can come to care about. The stories are thrilling, and the world is wild with crazy creatures. If you love Fantasy Fiction this is the place to start.
Weight and Workout Class.
On my way home while walking I walked past the rec center where I do my Zumba Classes. I could not make it this time, but the nice thing was the entire class was outside in the cool air. I guess the gym was too hot. But there they were my Zumba buddies working out and looking good. I can’t wait to get back to class. As soon as my car is fixed and I don’t have to walk I will be back in class. I can’t do both walking and Zumbe right now. I will have to work up to that, but for now I can’t wait to get back.
Is the Car Fixed Yet?
I looked out and my mechanic still hasn’t touched my car to fix it. It’s still sitting in the lot. What is taking him so long? It has been nine or ten days. I decided to go ask.
“Hi, did you forget my car?”
“No I just have a few things to do first.” He said.
“I have the money. Money is supposed to talk you know.” He smiled. I continued. “I haven’t cried yet, maybe if I cried you would fix the car sooner, ha.”
He chuckled. “Okay let me finish the other car and then we’ll get to yours.”
“Thank you.” I smiled and winked at him, then walked away back to the office.
The funny thing is he is such a character. He gave me a ride home yesterday, the radio was playing Dean Marin and he was singing with his good voice. I asked him why he was listening to this music? He said point blank, “Because I like it.” I just giggled.
1 hour later. The car still hasn’t moved. (Rolling my eyes, can I hit him now?)
Here’s Mud On Your Shoes:
I stepped out to get some lunch; I walked the two blocks to a corner store. I ended up stepping in some mud with my right tennis shoe without realizing it. I came back to the office and started eating. I got up to get some napkins and noticed the mud on my chair. I have on white pants, so now I have to wipe mud off my shoes. What a day.
(Shouldn't I have wrote about this? I just wanted everyone to know I am normal like you.)
Wednesday:
I called today hoping against hope that my mechanic at least started to fix the car.
Nope. Not at all, he hasn’t even bought the parts. I am beyond mad now. When and if I get my car back soon, I will never allow him to fix it again. I will find another mechanic that will not make me wait 10 days or more to fix it. The stress of not having it is killing me. All the things I could do and get done, I can’t do any of it and with the bike stolen, I feel totally trapped.
What is taking him so long, and why won’t he fix it. I am very perplexed. I gave him the money for the parts days ago. When I told him I had the money he sounded like he was going to get the parts that day and at least start. But he got busy with other things he said when I called him later.
I am at my last hope. I can assure you that after this, he will not be getting my money or maybe not even my friendship.
Writing update:
I did some writing last night and this morning. I still have a lot to do. But I am determined more than ever to make the best manuscript I can. The amount of work is staggering, but one day, one hour at a time can accomplish much.
If you have some incident that you want to share with the other women, we would love to hear from you. Share, laugh, grow, cry, learn, and bond with other women. By for now.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Good News and Bad News
Good News First:
This last weekend was very nice. Even though my car is broken I was able to take a bus to complete my errands and had a really good day. I went to the Farmer’s Market to buy fruit and vegetable. I could only buy a few items because I was carrying them on the bus but it will be enough to get me until my car gets fixed. It was a beautiful day with sunshine and on the corner where I was waiting for the bus, every year there was an outdoor market with lots of fun trinkets. A really nice band with good music was playing. There was good food, a nice cool breeze and the sun, and everyone seemed to be in good spirits.
When I got home I did some writing on my projects, and tried to stay cool in the house.
Sunday I got up early and rode the bicycle to a popular corner store down another main street. I needed a few things, dairy products, which the Farmer’s Market didn’t carry. I came home and did cooking for the week, or should I say preparing the meals. I did some writing, some reading and stayed cool.
Monday walked to work. I figured I need the work out, and I thought maybe my car would be fixed by the end of the day.
Now the Bad News:
Well the car wasn’t fixed, the mechanic didn’t get to it, and so I have to wait another day. Now here is the clincher. I came home, this time I got a ride. I was in my kitchen getting something to drink when I saw something in my peripheral vision, a movement outside from the window. I looked out the window, around my cat sitting on the seal, to see my new neighbor and new owner of the house. I talked with her briefly, but I noticed her looking kind of strange at me, unsure.
“Where is your bike?” She asked,
“Isn’t it in the garage? I said startled.
“NO.” She said shaking her head.
“Oh no!” I groaned. I quickly ran to the garage and sure enough the bike is gone. Only empty space where it should have been. My face fell. There was the new owners’ bike near it but my bike. GONE! I slowly walked back to my house. The new owner spied my face and asked, “What are you going to do?”
I didn’t say anything I just went into the house. What could I do? It’s just a bike. To do a police report won’t get the bike back.
I have no clue as to who took it. I only started using it this last week. It had been in my garage just in case I had to get the car fixed. It was a gift from my daughter, even though she is not talking to me. She is still my daughter. But the bike is gone.
It was going to be one of the ways I was using to lose weight, besides exercise. I had wanted one for a long time, but couldn’t afford it, so when my daughter gave me hers’ because she couldn’t take it with her, I was glad. Now I am very sad.
I have been in this neighborhood for three and a half years and never had anything stolen from me. I am shocked and stunned. I don’t know how to feel.
The depths of my emotions right now are staggering:
I see things that others have and I want them too, just like everyone else. But I have boundaries, if I want it bad enough I go out and get it, I save my money and pay for it or do without it.
I am not envious of another for what I think they have and believe I don’t. There are many mysteries in this world. Part of that mystery is the false belief that others are better off than we are. Or should I say the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence.
Until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes you cannot know what their life is like nor the struggles they have endured.
Next Day Blues:
So the bike is gone and I won’t see it again. I can only believe that whoever stole it will find happiness with it. For myself I hope I find a better way to work out and get a better bike someday.
(What I really want to do is kick some butt. Enough said.)
Well the dream I had of riding my bike around the city and getting a lot of exercise is a bust. Darn!
Share, laugh, cry, grow and bond with other women. Until next time.
This last weekend was very nice. Even though my car is broken I was able to take a bus to complete my errands and had a really good day. I went to the Farmer’s Market to buy fruit and vegetable. I could only buy a few items because I was carrying them on the bus but it will be enough to get me until my car gets fixed. It was a beautiful day with sunshine and on the corner where I was waiting for the bus, every year there was an outdoor market with lots of fun trinkets. A really nice band with good music was playing. There was good food, a nice cool breeze and the sun, and everyone seemed to be in good spirits.
When I got home I did some writing on my projects, and tried to stay cool in the house.
Sunday I got up early and rode the bicycle to a popular corner store down another main street. I needed a few things, dairy products, which the Farmer’s Market didn’t carry. I came home and did cooking for the week, or should I say preparing the meals. I did some writing, some reading and stayed cool.
Monday walked to work. I figured I need the work out, and I thought maybe my car would be fixed by the end of the day.
Now the Bad News:
Well the car wasn’t fixed, the mechanic didn’t get to it, and so I have to wait another day. Now here is the clincher. I came home, this time I got a ride. I was in my kitchen getting something to drink when I saw something in my peripheral vision, a movement outside from the window. I looked out the window, around my cat sitting on the seal, to see my new neighbor and new owner of the house. I talked with her briefly, but I noticed her looking kind of strange at me, unsure.
“Where is your bike?” She asked,
“Isn’t it in the garage? I said startled.
“NO.” She said shaking her head.
“Oh no!” I groaned. I quickly ran to the garage and sure enough the bike is gone. Only empty space where it should have been. My face fell. There was the new owners’ bike near it but my bike. GONE! I slowly walked back to my house. The new owner spied my face and asked, “What are you going to do?”
I didn’t say anything I just went into the house. What could I do? It’s just a bike. To do a police report won’t get the bike back.
I have no clue as to who took it. I only started using it this last week. It had been in my garage just in case I had to get the car fixed. It was a gift from my daughter, even though she is not talking to me. She is still my daughter. But the bike is gone.
It was going to be one of the ways I was using to lose weight, besides exercise. I had wanted one for a long time, but couldn’t afford it, so when my daughter gave me hers’ because she couldn’t take it with her, I was glad. Now I am very sad.
I have been in this neighborhood for three and a half years and never had anything stolen from me. I am shocked and stunned. I don’t know how to feel.
The depths of my emotions right now are staggering:
I see things that others have and I want them too, just like everyone else. But I have boundaries, if I want it bad enough I go out and get it, I save my money and pay for it or do without it.
I am not envious of another for what I think they have and believe I don’t. There are many mysteries in this world. Part of that mystery is the false belief that others are better off than we are. Or should I say the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence.
Until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes you cannot know what their life is like nor the struggles they have endured.
Next Day Blues:
So the bike is gone and I won’t see it again. I can only believe that whoever stole it will find happiness with it. For myself I hope I find a better way to work out and get a better bike someday.
(What I really want to do is kick some butt. Enough said.)
Well the dream I had of riding my bike around the city and getting a lot of exercise is a bust. Darn!
Share, laugh, cry, grow and bond with other women. Until next time.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Another Disaster With My Bike
Thursday what a day. All I can say is it started out as usual, well as usual as it could get without my car. I got on my bike with my purse on one handlebar and my bag of items: books, an umbrella in case it rains, food and water on the other handlebar and I left for work. I was leaving a little earlier because I wrote my blog entry up the night before and I wanted to post it before work started in the morning.
I was excited; I had a lot on my mind and wasn’t watching what I was doing. The sidewalk was bumpy with cracks and holes so I was preparing to ride those bumps by lifting myself up out of my seat just a little bit using my legs.
There was a spot in the sidewalk right next to a house and a small restaurant, that dips and both edges on either side sticking out. Well I was riding my bike across that dip and for some reason; the bike stopped completely on one of the edges and I took a flying leap directly over the bike and right into the sidewalk, face first, with the bike and my stuff hitting me along the way. (Isn’t it fun.)
It was such a shock. First the bike completely stopped by that edge sticking out, then the amount of blood coming out of my nose. I thought I might have broken it there was so much blood. First thing I did was open my purse looking for tissues to stop the bleeding. I couldn’t find any, I was panicking and in the mean time, blood was dripping on my blouse, pants, sidewalk, purse, hands, everywhere. I finally found some way in the corner and put it on my nose.
Then I notice in my perpherial vision a letter carrier vehicle stopped next to me, a man jumped out and ask if I was okay. I told him “yes.” Then he asked me if I needed an ambulance. I told him “yes” again. Grabbing his phone, I heard him tell the dispatch what I look like. I had to smile, he said I was about 40 yrs old. (Actually I’m 10 yrs older.) "I saw the whole thing." He explained.
Later I learned he happens to be the office postman. I saw him later that day and we talked. Once again he asked if I was alright. (What a small world.)
I wasn’t sure I needed that ambulance I just knew I needed help. Then another man who works at the small restaurant came to see about me. He helped get the bike off me and give the postman directions for the ambulance, both waiting with me until it came.
The paramedics on arrival, one male and one female asked if I was okay. “Yes.” I said. They asked if my nose was broken. Then the female put two fingers one on each side of the bridge of my nose and checked. “No the nose isn’t broken.” She stated. (At that point if it was broken I sure I would have screamed.)
I felt pain under my left eye, my left leg where the bike fell on me hurt, and my nose hurt. The man from the restaurant and the female paramedic helped me get up. Then the paramedics took me into the cab of the ambulance and checked my vitals and got some information from me. This is where the man from the restaurant asked if he should put my bike inside so nothing happens to it. I told him please.
(That was a very nice thing for him to offer.)
The male paramedic said I was going to have some aches and pains over the next few days but the eye was going to be black and blue for a while. (The color as of today is purple.) The female paramedic gave me wipes to clean off the blood. Their tone was light and friendly, they were very attentive.
“How much is this going to cost me?” I asked curious. The male said, “This isn’t going to cost anything. It’s the ride to the hospital that cost.”
“Wow.” I said surprised. They let me go with instructions from the doctor at the hospital from the phone to take ibuprofen for the pain and ice packs on my eye.
“Okay, thank you.” I told them and I left.
I was reluctant to get back on the bike to finish my way to work but I had no choice really. The ride was safe enough. I was glad to be at work and sitting behind my desk.
First thing I did once I reached the office was wash my clothing of blood. I had splashes of wet all over me, but I didn’t care. I think I was too shocked to care. Anyway I then went across the street at a local dive and got some ice. Then went two blocks down to the local corner store and got some ibuprofen. Both times I had to explain why I had scratches on my face. I recounted what happened, everyone was patient and listened and put the appropriate ohh’s and ahhh’s. I didn’t mind retelling my story but in truth I wanted to sleep.
I stayed the entire day at work. Taking the ibuprofen and ice on my eye and aches and pains all over me, I’m not sure how I managed it. I did go to sleep early last night though.
Today I am very sore and my eye is swollen. I walked because the bike was acting weird. I’m still very tired.
I realize the importance of a bike helmet an arm and knee braces, also to put your stuff in a backpack or on the back of the bike instead of the handlebars. (I really didn’t want to kill myself in order to learn this!) I should be okay in a few days, but boy do I want my car back.
My boss upon learning I had the accident that morning gave me a ride home. Her and her husband piled my bike in the back of their van and drove me home. I am lucky to have a great boss like that.
Thinking back and writing about the accident and the whole situation I feel very blessed. It could have gone in a totally different direction and with a lot more disaster. From the immediate help I received from stranger who where willing to stop, and the very friendly and caring ambulance crew. I am grateful to all.
If you have a situation or a disaster that you would like to share, our readers can learn from your problems and how you deal with them and what you learned. Join in the discussion, and remember you don’t have to be a member. Share, laugh, learn, cry, grow and bond with other women. Until next time.
I was excited; I had a lot on my mind and wasn’t watching what I was doing. The sidewalk was bumpy with cracks and holes so I was preparing to ride those bumps by lifting myself up out of my seat just a little bit using my legs.
There was a spot in the sidewalk right next to a house and a small restaurant, that dips and both edges on either side sticking out. Well I was riding my bike across that dip and for some reason; the bike stopped completely on one of the edges and I took a flying leap directly over the bike and right into the sidewalk, face first, with the bike and my stuff hitting me along the way. (Isn’t it fun.)
It was such a shock. First the bike completely stopped by that edge sticking out, then the amount of blood coming out of my nose. I thought I might have broken it there was so much blood. First thing I did was open my purse looking for tissues to stop the bleeding. I couldn’t find any, I was panicking and in the mean time, blood was dripping on my blouse, pants, sidewalk, purse, hands, everywhere. I finally found some way in the corner and put it on my nose.
Then I notice in my perpherial vision a letter carrier vehicle stopped next to me, a man jumped out and ask if I was okay. I told him “yes.” Then he asked me if I needed an ambulance. I told him “yes” again. Grabbing his phone, I heard him tell the dispatch what I look like. I had to smile, he said I was about 40 yrs old. (Actually I’m 10 yrs older.) "I saw the whole thing." He explained.
Later I learned he happens to be the office postman. I saw him later that day and we talked. Once again he asked if I was alright. (What a small world.)
I wasn’t sure I needed that ambulance I just knew I needed help. Then another man who works at the small restaurant came to see about me. He helped get the bike off me and give the postman directions for the ambulance, both waiting with me until it came.
The paramedics on arrival, one male and one female asked if I was okay. “Yes.” I said. They asked if my nose was broken. Then the female put two fingers one on each side of the bridge of my nose and checked. “No the nose isn’t broken.” She stated. (At that point if it was broken I sure I would have screamed.)
I felt pain under my left eye, my left leg where the bike fell on me hurt, and my nose hurt. The man from the restaurant and the female paramedic helped me get up. Then the paramedics took me into the cab of the ambulance and checked my vitals and got some information from me. This is where the man from the restaurant asked if he should put my bike inside so nothing happens to it. I told him please.
(That was a very nice thing for him to offer.)
The male paramedic said I was going to have some aches and pains over the next few days but the eye was going to be black and blue for a while. (The color as of today is purple.) The female paramedic gave me wipes to clean off the blood. Their tone was light and friendly, they were very attentive.
“How much is this going to cost me?” I asked curious. The male said, “This isn’t going to cost anything. It’s the ride to the hospital that cost.”
“Wow.” I said surprised. They let me go with instructions from the doctor at the hospital from the phone to take ibuprofen for the pain and ice packs on my eye.
“Okay, thank you.” I told them and I left.
I was reluctant to get back on the bike to finish my way to work but I had no choice really. The ride was safe enough. I was glad to be at work and sitting behind my desk.
First thing I did once I reached the office was wash my clothing of blood. I had splashes of wet all over me, but I didn’t care. I think I was too shocked to care. Anyway I then went across the street at a local dive and got some ice. Then went two blocks down to the local corner store and got some ibuprofen. Both times I had to explain why I had scratches on my face. I recounted what happened, everyone was patient and listened and put the appropriate ohh’s and ahhh’s. I didn’t mind retelling my story but in truth I wanted to sleep.
I stayed the entire day at work. Taking the ibuprofen and ice on my eye and aches and pains all over me, I’m not sure how I managed it. I did go to sleep early last night though.
Today I am very sore and my eye is swollen. I walked because the bike was acting weird. I’m still very tired.
I realize the importance of a bike helmet an arm and knee braces, also to put your stuff in a backpack or on the back of the bike instead of the handlebars. (I really didn’t want to kill myself in order to learn this!) I should be okay in a few days, but boy do I want my car back.
My boss upon learning I had the accident that morning gave me a ride home. Her and her husband piled my bike in the back of their van and drove me home. I am lucky to have a great boss like that.
Thinking back and writing about the accident and the whole situation I feel very blessed. It could have gone in a totally different direction and with a lot more disaster. From the immediate help I received from stranger who where willing to stop, and the very friendly and caring ambulance crew. I am grateful to all.
If you have a situation or a disaster that you would like to share, our readers can learn from your problems and how you deal with them and what you learned. Join in the discussion, and remember you don’t have to be a member. Share, laugh, learn, cry, grow and bond with other women. Until next time.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Bike Riding and a Diet Bust.
So I got up this morning and got ready for work and then I remembered I don’t have the car. Oh Darn,
(I would say a different word here but oh well.) So I started walking, well knowing I really didn’t want to walk and needed the exercise I decided to turn around and go get my bike.
This was an easy decision because my diet is a bust right now. I am unable to get to the grocery store because my car is being fixed, so I got on the bike and started to pedal. The ride was fine. It was a beautiful morning, a lot of people were out, I nodded to everyone and received nods back with smiles. Oh I forgot to tell you on Wednesday is my half day. My bike ride was around 1:00pm. The day was actually really nice, with cool summer breezes, the cars were behaving themselves; I got to work in about 10-12 minutes instead of 20-25 if I walked. All in all it was a very nice ride. I was breathing hard so I knew the exercise was good for me.
At work I didn’t have time to dilly-dally since it is my half-day. Of course my boss came in and piled on the work for me today. She didn’t stay long but still today is my half-day. (Double Darn) Half the reason I started working on Wednesday is to do property ads and invoices. I had a lot of work on my desk, but at the end of the day I did what I could. Emailed my boss for approval of some correspondence and did the ads, among other things.
New writing coming:
I did some writing on my book this morning but I wanted to put something past you gals.
I’ve been thinking of doing another blog. I am developing an ongoing storyline with new characters and plotline. This will be completely different than my book. It will still be in the fiction genre but not fantasy fiction like my book. The characters will be ordinary people like you and me, doing ordinary things, but dealing with life. Even though all the characters are different they have a common dream. Not the same dream but similar. It was make them friends. Soon I will introduce the cast of characters and launch the blog. I hope you will like it.
On the way home bike ride:
Even though I was happy to have the bike, I wasn’t sure I could make it home. My legs were tired but I had give it my all. The first thing I notices was the way back to my house was a little upward climb. Believe me when I say I was pushing my legs and using all my strength to do it. My heart was pumping and I was groaning. Then I noticed all the bumps and cracks on the sidewalk. It makes for a bumpy ride on ones backside. I had to stop at a main light near my house, and put my head down to rest. I am sure everyone around in the cars was saying ha, ha. Look at that crazy lady trying to bike ride.
When the light turned green, it took me a moment because I still had my head down but I could hear the cars moving. I thought about staying there for another turn of a green light while I cooled down but figured if I didn’t go now, I wouldn’t make it at all. So I started back on the bike pumping, I got across the street and something happened with the pedals. I couldn’t hit the brakes fast enough and ended up with my bike front tire hitting a pole. Oh nothing happened I was fine, just tired. I looked down and notice the chain had unhooked from the gears. I also notice two kids sitting at a local barber shop steps eyeing me. (I might have turned red in embarrassment.) I walked a bit to get out of the way and put the chain back on the gears, getting my fingers all greasy. Once the chain was back in, off I continued. I only had a little way to go. I got to my corner and then got back on the sidewalk and then halfway down the street, my glorious house. It never looked so good. I was tired and my legs were noodles, my heart was racing and I was breathing hard, but very proud of myself.
I think I’ll do it again tomorrow. I think bike riding could be addicting. You know my son is a long distance bike rider, now I see the challenge in it. Heck I might even save money on gas, at least for the summer, or until I move to my new location. (For those of you who are reading this for the first time, I have to move because the residence I live in sold.) I can’t ride the bike that far but I can ride it after work. I know I can’t ride it during the winter with snow piled up to my waist and I refuse to ride on the street during that time. So for now just bike riding to work is fine then after work when I move.
Well that is my adventure for today. If you have an adventure to share, or something you would like to discuss, we would love to hear from you. Share, laugh, live, cry, learn, grow and bond with other women. Take care, until next time.
(I would say a different word here but oh well.) So I started walking, well knowing I really didn’t want to walk and needed the exercise I decided to turn around and go get my bike.
This was an easy decision because my diet is a bust right now. I am unable to get to the grocery store because my car is being fixed, so I got on the bike and started to pedal. The ride was fine. It was a beautiful morning, a lot of people were out, I nodded to everyone and received nods back with smiles. Oh I forgot to tell you on Wednesday is my half day. My bike ride was around 1:00pm. The day was actually really nice, with cool summer breezes, the cars were behaving themselves; I got to work in about 10-12 minutes instead of 20-25 if I walked. All in all it was a very nice ride. I was breathing hard so I knew the exercise was good for me.
At work I didn’t have time to dilly-dally since it is my half-day. Of course my boss came in and piled on the work for me today. She didn’t stay long but still today is my half-day. (Double Darn) Half the reason I started working on Wednesday is to do property ads and invoices. I had a lot of work on my desk, but at the end of the day I did what I could. Emailed my boss for approval of some correspondence and did the ads, among other things.
New writing coming:
I did some writing on my book this morning but I wanted to put something past you gals.
I’ve been thinking of doing another blog. I am developing an ongoing storyline with new characters and plotline. This will be completely different than my book. It will still be in the fiction genre but not fantasy fiction like my book. The characters will be ordinary people like you and me, doing ordinary things, but dealing with life. Even though all the characters are different they have a common dream. Not the same dream but similar. It was make them friends. Soon I will introduce the cast of characters and launch the blog. I hope you will like it.
On the way home bike ride:
Even though I was happy to have the bike, I wasn’t sure I could make it home. My legs were tired but I had give it my all. The first thing I notices was the way back to my house was a little upward climb. Believe me when I say I was pushing my legs and using all my strength to do it. My heart was pumping and I was groaning. Then I noticed all the bumps and cracks on the sidewalk. It makes for a bumpy ride on ones backside. I had to stop at a main light near my house, and put my head down to rest. I am sure everyone around in the cars was saying ha, ha. Look at that crazy lady trying to bike ride.
When the light turned green, it took me a moment because I still had my head down but I could hear the cars moving. I thought about staying there for another turn of a green light while I cooled down but figured if I didn’t go now, I wouldn’t make it at all. So I started back on the bike pumping, I got across the street and something happened with the pedals. I couldn’t hit the brakes fast enough and ended up with my bike front tire hitting a pole. Oh nothing happened I was fine, just tired. I looked down and notice the chain had unhooked from the gears. I also notice two kids sitting at a local barber shop steps eyeing me. (I might have turned red in embarrassment.) I walked a bit to get out of the way and put the chain back on the gears, getting my fingers all greasy. Once the chain was back in, off I continued. I only had a little way to go. I got to my corner and then got back on the sidewalk and then halfway down the street, my glorious house. It never looked so good. I was tired and my legs were noodles, my heart was racing and I was breathing hard, but very proud of myself.
I think I’ll do it again tomorrow. I think bike riding could be addicting. You know my son is a long distance bike rider, now I see the challenge in it. Heck I might even save money on gas, at least for the summer, or until I move to my new location. (For those of you who are reading this for the first time, I have to move because the residence I live in sold.) I can’t ride the bike that far but I can ride it after work. I know I can’t ride it during the winter with snow piled up to my waist and I refuse to ride on the street during that time. So for now just bike riding to work is fine then after work when I move.
Well that is my adventure for today. If you have an adventure to share, or something you would like to discuss, we would love to hear from you. Share, laugh, live, cry, learn, grow and bond with other women. Take care, until next time.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The Writers Group and the what happened after.
I have a Writers Group that I attend once every month. This was the second meeting. We all belong to another bigger group and wanted to have a smaller group to do more active things like reading our work and critiquing each other plus feedback.
The first meeting we were all delayed because a few people named Ryan and Dino were going to be late and we all waited for them at a vegan café and coffee house around the corner from the library, our meeting place. Once at the library we really only had maybe less than an hour, so we all piled into chairs we picked someone to start reading and then we were off. I have to say the writers are very good.
This time the discussion was good with lots of feedback. Other read but when it came my turn. I read my entire first chapter. The first time I got to read my first chapter I only read a small portion of it at the other group. The feedback back then was very good but I felt that without reading the full chapter the group couldn’t get a real feel for the story. So this time I read the full chapter.
Once I finished the chapter we had a good discussion and I told a little of the secrets to the story. Again I was told that people wanted to know more. Overall the group was good and I learned a lot.
Later on Ryan read his story. If you read my last post on the Writers Group you may remember my comments of his stuff being dribble. Well it was dribble again. He writes a lot each day, and this day same as the others didn’t get a chance to edit it. Of course his face was turning red as he was reading, knowing full well how poorly written and badly editing was needed. But he continued. He seems so proud of his work, but once again it sounded like dribble to me. There was no plot; most of it was just narrative and very little interaction between the characters.
One thing about being a good writer is to show a story not tell the story. I believe the narrative that Ryan is doing is showing not telling.
Let me see if I can explain the difference.
Narrative.
In a small quant coffee shop Mary sat at her usual booth eating her usual sandwich. At the booth next to her a couple women were gossiping about everyone, when she overheard them talking about someone she knew, Simone. The women were gossiping about Simone having an affair, and her poor husband Larry.
This just glosses over the parts and in a lot of books there is a need for it but it is not very exciting. Now let’s take a look at showing the storyline.
Showing the storyline.
Mary was sitting in a coffee shop, the same booth she’s eaten in many times. Her favorite Roast Beef and Swiss cheese with mayo sandwich in front of her, a few bites eaten, when she overhears the people in the next booth talking.
“Did you hear Simone got caught having an affair with some guy she met at a dance and now she’s getting a divorce?” One of the women said.
“Really.” Mary thought, “Are they talking about Simone Simpson?
The other women excitedly chimed in, “I heard, poor Larry,” She tisks “He must be heartbroken. I know he loves her very much.”
“Ah!” Mary signed dramatically “They are taking about Simone Simpson. When did this happen and why? Larry is such a good guy.”
She had to know more, so Mary strained her ear as hard as she could to hear every detail. Then she was going to talk to Simone, knock some sense into her because as the other women said, Larry was a nice guy. “Why would Simone do such a thing?”
Can you notice the difference? Showing the storyline engages the reader, brings them into the story let them find out the same time as the characters.
Well this is how Ryan writes or narrates his story. It is very boring.
I find it funny since mine is engaging and gives enough mystery to make the reader continue to turn the pages. Okay enough about Ryan and his boring story. What happened after the Writing group is more exciting.
Last month all of the group ended up at a vegan coffee shop and talked for hours and had a great time. I had planned on going again this time. I don’t get many chances to go out so I was game for it, and expecting it, except no one was going. They all have other thing to do except Ryan. Of course, dread filled me but I was going and I was going to be diplomatic about it.
Ryan was a perfect gentleman who surprised me, he bought me an iced green tea and himself a coffee and we just talked about writing. He did say the first part of my story wasn’t very good. I do agree on that part and I’m debating how I will fix it, or just put it else where in my story.
Soon a blond woman showed up, I recognized her, she was in our other writing group. We exchanged introductions, Maria is her name, and made friendly talk. Soon it was clear to me that Ryan was using the group get together to get close to Maria. She is from Russia and has a lovely accent. I felt like a left heal but took it stoically. We did have a good discussion of books, mostly literature, and writing. Then when we noticed the coffee shop closing down Ryan suggested we go out for drinks. They both encouraged me to go. I thought why not, I’m old enough and want to check out the scene, so off we went to a local place with loud music and people milling around. It was interesting to me. One thing I love to do is watch people. It’s a great way to find new characters.
So while Ryan and Maria talked I watched people. And Ryan bought Maria and me a drink, which is something I rarely do. Again my opinion of him was changing.
At one point a group of people were doing a cute little line dance in the small dance area. I watched it carefully and soon had it down so I grabbed Ryan to dance, he grabbed Maria and we all trekked to the dense dance floor. As soon as we got there the music stopped and everyone disbanded. Oh darn, I knew I should have gone sooner. “Next time,” I promised myself I will go with or without dragging the others.
Ryan was still talking to Maria, he was showing her some of our crazy secret handshakes, and we were all standing together close in a small cluster. At one point Ryan put his arm around me and pulled me close then he took a picture of all of us with his camera phone. I noticed him trying to include me so I wouldn’t feel left out, which I appreciated. All in all I think having me there gave both of them the comfort of not feeling on a date and yet the chance to get to know one another.
I still had a good time watching everyone else. Around midnight we all went separate ways. The time out would have been awesome if some really good looking man saw me from across the room; sparks fly between us, and just had to talk to me. As he made his way to me, I shyly smiled and looked at him, encouraging him. Oh well, a girl can dream.
Share, laugh, cry, learn, grow, and bond with other women. Until next time.
The first meeting we were all delayed because a few people named Ryan and Dino were going to be late and we all waited for them at a vegan café and coffee house around the corner from the library, our meeting place. Once at the library we really only had maybe less than an hour, so we all piled into chairs we picked someone to start reading and then we were off. I have to say the writers are very good.
This time the discussion was good with lots of feedback. Other read but when it came my turn. I read my entire first chapter. The first time I got to read my first chapter I only read a small portion of it at the other group. The feedback back then was very good but I felt that without reading the full chapter the group couldn’t get a real feel for the story. So this time I read the full chapter.
Once I finished the chapter we had a good discussion and I told a little of the secrets to the story. Again I was told that people wanted to know more. Overall the group was good and I learned a lot.
Later on Ryan read his story. If you read my last post on the Writers Group you may remember my comments of his stuff being dribble. Well it was dribble again. He writes a lot each day, and this day same as the others didn’t get a chance to edit it. Of course his face was turning red as he was reading, knowing full well how poorly written and badly editing was needed. But he continued. He seems so proud of his work, but once again it sounded like dribble to me. There was no plot; most of it was just narrative and very little interaction between the characters.
One thing about being a good writer is to show a story not tell the story. I believe the narrative that Ryan is doing is showing not telling.
Let me see if I can explain the difference.
Narrative.
In a small quant coffee shop Mary sat at her usual booth eating her usual sandwich. At the booth next to her a couple women were gossiping about everyone, when she overheard them talking about someone she knew, Simone. The women were gossiping about Simone having an affair, and her poor husband Larry.
This just glosses over the parts and in a lot of books there is a need for it but it is not very exciting. Now let’s take a look at showing the storyline.
Showing the storyline.
Mary was sitting in a coffee shop, the same booth she’s eaten in many times. Her favorite Roast Beef and Swiss cheese with mayo sandwich in front of her, a few bites eaten, when she overhears the people in the next booth talking.
“Did you hear Simone got caught having an affair with some guy she met at a dance and now she’s getting a divorce?” One of the women said.
“Really.” Mary thought, “Are they talking about Simone Simpson?
The other women excitedly chimed in, “I heard, poor Larry,” She tisks “He must be heartbroken. I know he loves her very much.”
“Ah!” Mary signed dramatically “They are taking about Simone Simpson. When did this happen and why? Larry is such a good guy.”
She had to know more, so Mary strained her ear as hard as she could to hear every detail. Then she was going to talk to Simone, knock some sense into her because as the other women said, Larry was a nice guy. “Why would Simone do such a thing?”
Can you notice the difference? Showing the storyline engages the reader, brings them into the story let them find out the same time as the characters.
Well this is how Ryan writes or narrates his story. It is very boring.
I find it funny since mine is engaging and gives enough mystery to make the reader continue to turn the pages. Okay enough about Ryan and his boring story. What happened after the Writing group is more exciting.
Last month all of the group ended up at a vegan coffee shop and talked for hours and had a great time. I had planned on going again this time. I don’t get many chances to go out so I was game for it, and expecting it, except no one was going. They all have other thing to do except Ryan. Of course, dread filled me but I was going and I was going to be diplomatic about it.
Ryan was a perfect gentleman who surprised me, he bought me an iced green tea and himself a coffee and we just talked about writing. He did say the first part of my story wasn’t very good. I do agree on that part and I’m debating how I will fix it, or just put it else where in my story.
Soon a blond woman showed up, I recognized her, she was in our other writing group. We exchanged introductions, Maria is her name, and made friendly talk. Soon it was clear to me that Ryan was using the group get together to get close to Maria. She is from Russia and has a lovely accent. I felt like a left heal but took it stoically. We did have a good discussion of books, mostly literature, and writing. Then when we noticed the coffee shop closing down Ryan suggested we go out for drinks. They both encouraged me to go. I thought why not, I’m old enough and want to check out the scene, so off we went to a local place with loud music and people milling around. It was interesting to me. One thing I love to do is watch people. It’s a great way to find new characters.
So while Ryan and Maria talked I watched people. And Ryan bought Maria and me a drink, which is something I rarely do. Again my opinion of him was changing.
At one point a group of people were doing a cute little line dance in the small dance area. I watched it carefully and soon had it down so I grabbed Ryan to dance, he grabbed Maria and we all trekked to the dense dance floor. As soon as we got there the music stopped and everyone disbanded. Oh darn, I knew I should have gone sooner. “Next time,” I promised myself I will go with or without dragging the others.
Ryan was still talking to Maria, he was showing her some of our crazy secret handshakes, and we were all standing together close in a small cluster. At one point Ryan put his arm around me and pulled me close then he took a picture of all of us with his camera phone. I noticed him trying to include me so I wouldn’t feel left out, which I appreciated. All in all I think having me there gave both of them the comfort of not feeling on a date and yet the chance to get to know one another.
I still had a good time watching everyone else. Around midnight we all went separate ways. The time out would have been awesome if some really good looking man saw me from across the room; sparks fly between us, and just had to talk to me. As he made his way to me, I shyly smiled and looked at him, encouraging him. Oh well, a girl can dream.
Share, laugh, cry, learn, grow, and bond with other women. Until next time.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Disaster Strikes over the weekend. Well at least for me.
Over the weekend my car just stopped. I was far away in a mall going to get my haircut. The car just stopped right in the middle of the parking lot. People were behind me and honking. I was beside myself with stress. Of course everyone just drove by and looked at me. I swallowed hard and wondered what to do. I opened my door and stepped outside one leg still in the car to let someone know I needed help. After about 5 minutes two men, bless their hearts they helped me move the car into a parking space. They also asked if I needed to call someone. I told them I have roadside assistance and not to worry.
I thought I would get my hair done since I was there and then call roadside assistance and I can wait in the shade for them to tow me back to the mechanic.
Only to find out I no longer have roadside assistance. After shock and calling my mom and talking to my brother, reluctantly I called a tow truck and forked out $100. I had taken money out of the bank that morning to pay on bills and for my rent. I think I’m going to be sick. (I portion out my rent with each paycheck.)
The disaster is I live paycheck to paycheck. I was hoping this wouldn’t happen because I have to move in a less than two months and I really feel I might end up homeless again. This week I wasn’t going to be able to afford groceries, money was/is that tight. Now I’m here at work with very little to eat and nothing but garbage food. This will play well with my heath and weight issues not to mention the stress involved. It’s a good thing I live very close to my work, and can walk there. (I have to make some hard choices I see.)
After a few days of brooding and feeling sorry for myself, I have tried to figure out what I can do. So my first task is to talk to the new landlord at the new place and explain what happened and how things might end up. At least I will have given her a choice as to what to do.
Next, I have to adjust my budget. I am on a program with one of my utilities company called PIP. It’s where I pay a certain amount each month all year long. During the winter months the Gas amount can go into the hundreds. But if I pay the monthly amount each month on the date it is due, I an in good standing and at the end of the year the full amount will have been paid. It’s a good program.
At the moment I am caught up and all the money will go as a credit toward the next winter season. So I will just have to stop the program and start it up again in a few months, at least I will try to. I going to call and see first before I do. I don’t want any problems with them.
Good News. I just called my new landlord and she said not to worry about it, she will work it out with me. And she said she can help with getting my car fixed, she knows a guy who will do it for very little.
I just called the Gas Co. I am all caught up and they are taking me off the program for now. I just have to reapply again later. So that is a bill I don’t have to pay.
All of this is a start, but I am scared, but feel a little better.
By the way my date on Saturday went very nicely. He took me to see the movie Robin Hood with Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett. I was very good and then we went to a coffee shop and talked. He is a nice man, we had a good time. At least I did. I can’t say for him.
If you have had problems and wish to share how you overcame them and give some of your wise council we would love to hear it. Share, laugh, cry, learn, grow and bond with other women. We are worth it. Until next time.
I thought I would get my hair done since I was there and then call roadside assistance and I can wait in the shade for them to tow me back to the mechanic.
Only to find out I no longer have roadside assistance. After shock and calling my mom and talking to my brother, reluctantly I called a tow truck and forked out $100. I had taken money out of the bank that morning to pay on bills and for my rent. I think I’m going to be sick. (I portion out my rent with each paycheck.)
The disaster is I live paycheck to paycheck. I was hoping this wouldn’t happen because I have to move in a less than two months and I really feel I might end up homeless again. This week I wasn’t going to be able to afford groceries, money was/is that tight. Now I’m here at work with very little to eat and nothing but garbage food. This will play well with my heath and weight issues not to mention the stress involved. It’s a good thing I live very close to my work, and can walk there. (I have to make some hard choices I see.)
After a few days of brooding and feeling sorry for myself, I have tried to figure out what I can do. So my first task is to talk to the new landlord at the new place and explain what happened and how things might end up. At least I will have given her a choice as to what to do.
Next, I have to adjust my budget. I am on a program with one of my utilities company called PIP. It’s where I pay a certain amount each month all year long. During the winter months the Gas amount can go into the hundreds. But if I pay the monthly amount each month on the date it is due, I an in good standing and at the end of the year the full amount will have been paid. It’s a good program.
At the moment I am caught up and all the money will go as a credit toward the next winter season. So I will just have to stop the program and start it up again in a few months, at least I will try to. I going to call and see first before I do. I don’t want any problems with them.
Good News. I just called my new landlord and she said not to worry about it, she will work it out with me. And she said she can help with getting my car fixed, she knows a guy who will do it for very little.
I just called the Gas Co. I am all caught up and they are taking me off the program for now. I just have to reapply again later. So that is a bill I don’t have to pay.
All of this is a start, but I am scared, but feel a little better.
By the way my date on Saturday went very nicely. He took me to see the movie Robin Hood with Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett. I was very good and then we went to a coffee shop and talked. He is a nice man, we had a good time. At least I did. I can’t say for him.
If you have had problems and wish to share how you overcame them and give some of your wise council we would love to hear it. Share, laugh, cry, learn, grow and bond with other women. We are worth it. Until next time.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Don’t Shoot the Messenger
I’m at work right now. I just got off the phone with a tenant. She screamed and called me names for something so simple. Remember I work In Property Management. (Enough said.)
Let me take a step back. One of our policies for rent is; let’s say your rent is $700 per month. We have a program where if the rent is paid on or before the 1st of the month there is a discount of $30. It’s called Early Rent Credit. So the rent would be $670.00. The tenant moved in last month during the middle of the month. We had her pay for the full month rent and this month she will pay a pro-rated amount based on how many days she live in the property. So if you take the rent $700 divide it by 30 then add how many days she was in the property which is 25, you have the pro-rated amount. $575.00
In other words. If the tenant pays on or before the first of the month they get a discount of $30 but if they pay after the first they don’t get the discount, have to pay the full amount and a late full of $5.00 per day up to $25.00. What happened is the tenant came in and tried to pay the pro-rated amount based on the first but it was the 7th when she paid her rent. Based on the program she will have missed the Early Rent Credit discount and the amount would have been more.
Well I have over 100 tenants to keep up with and I cannot always be correct. I tell the tenant what I think is owed based on the information I have at the time. Well I wasn’t correct and the tenant was billed the balance of $9.00.
She called up this morning and left a bad message on my voicemail. I got all the information in front of me and called her. I explained what happened and she yelled. She was extremely belligerent, said I was a damn liar. I asked her why would I lie about her amount. Then I got the feeling she was upset because I didn’t have the correct amount. So I apologized to her saying it was my fault. She wouldn’t accept my apology. She went on to state we were very unprofessional and we should have known better and etc… She just kept on yelling.
I am still shaking from it. The thing is people are not perfect and I make mistakes. I explained that I am not perfect and that mistakes will happen. I apologized three times for my mistake. After a few tense moments the tenant just said in an exasperated tone this conversation is done. I said yes it is and hung up.
What I want to say is two things. 1. Don’t shoot the messenger just because they are there. The tenant said to me that she owed this amount. Like I said before, the amount she said and the amount showed in my paperwork coincided. However when the bookkeeper looked at it, the amount was wrong. So we billed her the balance.
2. If you believe it is incorrect don’t put that person down. It only shows what an ass you are, (I mean my tenant.) because believe me, with that attitude I was picturing years of having trouble with her. (It was bleak.) We try to get good tenant but sometimes people fool you into thinking they are reasonable.
The tenant did call back and apologize to me; she was upset at something else and took it out on me. I accepted but I get yelled almost everyday for stuff that I didn’t even do just because I’m the one that answers the phone.
My plea is if you are upset about something please don’t take it out on the person who answers the phone. And don’t tell me that is the way it is. A lot can be accomplished with calm reasoning and talking. We have made compromises based on that calmness and just asking for a break this time. You would be surprised. The last thing we want is to loose tenant.
And if you don’t understand it, and even if you think that it is crazy, one thing you don’t do is tell that person they are a liar. That is offensive.
There are a lot of unjust thing going on in the world, the sad part is it doesn’t have to be. Would it be so bad if there was a compromise? Think about it.
Get the best of people and unjust things could go much better if a little honey is added to the mixture.
If you have something happen like this or want to rant about something else, share you story with us, join the discussion. Share, laugh, cry, learn, grow and bond with other women. Until next time.
Let me take a step back. One of our policies for rent is; let’s say your rent is $700 per month. We have a program where if the rent is paid on or before the 1st of the month there is a discount of $30. It’s called Early Rent Credit. So the rent would be $670.00. The tenant moved in last month during the middle of the month. We had her pay for the full month rent and this month she will pay a pro-rated amount based on how many days she live in the property. So if you take the rent $700 divide it by 30 then add how many days she was in the property which is 25, you have the pro-rated amount. $575.00
In other words. If the tenant pays on or before the first of the month they get a discount of $30 but if they pay after the first they don’t get the discount, have to pay the full amount and a late full of $5.00 per day up to $25.00. What happened is the tenant came in and tried to pay the pro-rated amount based on the first but it was the 7th when she paid her rent. Based on the program she will have missed the Early Rent Credit discount and the amount would have been more.
Well I have over 100 tenants to keep up with and I cannot always be correct. I tell the tenant what I think is owed based on the information I have at the time. Well I wasn’t correct and the tenant was billed the balance of $9.00.
She called up this morning and left a bad message on my voicemail. I got all the information in front of me and called her. I explained what happened and she yelled. She was extremely belligerent, said I was a damn liar. I asked her why would I lie about her amount. Then I got the feeling she was upset because I didn’t have the correct amount. So I apologized to her saying it was my fault. She wouldn’t accept my apology. She went on to state we were very unprofessional and we should have known better and etc… She just kept on yelling.
I am still shaking from it. The thing is people are not perfect and I make mistakes. I explained that I am not perfect and that mistakes will happen. I apologized three times for my mistake. After a few tense moments the tenant just said in an exasperated tone this conversation is done. I said yes it is and hung up.
What I want to say is two things. 1. Don’t shoot the messenger just because they are there. The tenant said to me that she owed this amount. Like I said before, the amount she said and the amount showed in my paperwork coincided. However when the bookkeeper looked at it, the amount was wrong. So we billed her the balance.
2. If you believe it is incorrect don’t put that person down. It only shows what an ass you are, (I mean my tenant.) because believe me, with that attitude I was picturing years of having trouble with her. (It was bleak.) We try to get good tenant but sometimes people fool you into thinking they are reasonable.
The tenant did call back and apologize to me; she was upset at something else and took it out on me. I accepted but I get yelled almost everyday for stuff that I didn’t even do just because I’m the one that answers the phone.
My plea is if you are upset about something please don’t take it out on the person who answers the phone. And don’t tell me that is the way it is. A lot can be accomplished with calm reasoning and talking. We have made compromises based on that calmness and just asking for a break this time. You would be surprised. The last thing we want is to loose tenant.
And if you don’t understand it, and even if you think that it is crazy, one thing you don’t do is tell that person they are a liar. That is offensive.
There are a lot of unjust thing going on in the world, the sad part is it doesn’t have to be. Would it be so bad if there was a compromise? Think about it.
Get the best of people and unjust things could go much better if a little honey is added to the mixture.
If you have something happen like this or want to rant about something else, share you story with us, join the discussion. Share, laugh, cry, learn, grow and bond with other women. Until next time.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Facing one’s fears. Update on weight:
I watched a show last night called “Losing it with Jillian.” Jillian Michaels from the Biggest Loser show. She has a spin off of her own. She went and lived with a family for 1 week and helped all of them not just the mother. I’ll call the women Kelly since I forgot her name. Kelly lost her husband a few years ago, which is big and hurtful enough, but Kelly lost something else. A sense of herself.
(This is something that I needed to see and hear.)
This is a great lesson that all of us can take from. We all get lost I know I have. Some of us, myself included don’t feel worthy of life, having a life, having love, or being happy.
What I thought was so interesting about the show was Jillian made Kelly fight for herself, and dig deep inside to show Kelly she can do it. Just those small steps that Kelly took, plus the yelling that Jillian did at her was enough to make the different in how Kelly approached her life.
Sometime reality is harsh. Sometime we all avoid things, me including, avoid not eating correctly and getting greasy food. When I make that choice, I am not sure what I am thinking really but I know in my heart it is not good. Then of course I don’t feel good afterwards. But still. Something is stopping me from staying on the path.
Part of it is the loneliness that I feel. The same chatter I had as a child I still hear sometimes. I allow it to invade my consciousness and it affects me. I wish I could get some of you readers to comment and then I will know that I am not alone. (Hint Hint.)
There must be something in my character that stops after some success. (I wonder why?) When I was younger when I achieved success even a small amount I was ridiculed. I didn’t like the attention so I stopped what I had achieved. I still do that. I just don’t know how to discontinue that pattern. (Got any ideas?)
One thing that I realized is that I need to write. I need to get my feeling out in writing, even if it is a small thing such as this “Losing it with Jillian show.”
(Isn’t that something to realize?)
I know the hard work never stops. When I became homeless for the second time I decided I was never going to get in that position again. So I go to work everyday whether I am sick or not. I’m sure we all stumble. Get back up and keep trying. When I have a hard day at work and I want to quit. Know what I do. I wait one more day. I see what happens the next day. After I’ve had a great sleep and a time away from the office, I wait. I‘m sure I just need to apply that shock of being homeless again to the shock of the fact that I could die with what I have done to my body. Eating incorrectly and not taking proper care of me. (If you could give me a swift kick, not too hard but swift enough, I would appreciate it.)
This is something that I need to continue to remind myself, to keep trying no matter what. That I am worth it, that I am capable of love and need love.
What do you think?
One day out of the blue, I was contacted by an old boyfriend that I had years ago. He found me on Facebook and emailed me. Upon getting his message I was unsure as to why he would contact me. The next time I was online he did an instant message chat. Still unsure I explained my confusion to him. He explained that when we were together he really cared about me but he was too young at the time and was really sorry for the way things turned out.
We have been talking ever since. But what really worries me is the fact that he lives on the west coast and I live in the middle of the country. We live far apart. I haven’t seen him in years, I am sure he doesn’t want to see me and yet he calls almost every day, except on the weekends. Which doesn’t make sense to me but what can I say. I am not in a relationship with him as of yet. We haven’t talked about it, but he does talk about having me come and visit. I would like that, sometimes while I wait for him to make a move and let me know how he feels, I am also here receiving men’s interest and I am not sure how to take this. On the one hand I want to remain faithful to someone who shows me they really care, but on the other hand he has not made any kind of move in a “lets get together” What do you think? Am I being silly and waiting for a person who lives miles away, instead of taking advantage of the possible comfort I could gain here.
Thanks to all who read and comment. If you wish to discuss something or have an opinion please don’t hesitate. Women need to stick together and support each other. Share, laugh, cry, live, learn, and bond with other women. Until next time.
(This is something that I needed to see and hear.)
This is a great lesson that all of us can take from. We all get lost I know I have. Some of us, myself included don’t feel worthy of life, having a life, having love, or being happy.
What I thought was so interesting about the show was Jillian made Kelly fight for herself, and dig deep inside to show Kelly she can do it. Just those small steps that Kelly took, plus the yelling that Jillian did at her was enough to make the different in how Kelly approached her life.
Sometime reality is harsh. Sometime we all avoid things, me including, avoid not eating correctly and getting greasy food. When I make that choice, I am not sure what I am thinking really but I know in my heart it is not good. Then of course I don’t feel good afterwards. But still. Something is stopping me from staying on the path.
Part of it is the loneliness that I feel. The same chatter I had as a child I still hear sometimes. I allow it to invade my consciousness and it affects me. I wish I could get some of you readers to comment and then I will know that I am not alone. (Hint Hint.)
There must be something in my character that stops after some success. (I wonder why?) When I was younger when I achieved success even a small amount I was ridiculed. I didn’t like the attention so I stopped what I had achieved. I still do that. I just don’t know how to discontinue that pattern. (Got any ideas?)
One thing that I realized is that I need to write. I need to get my feeling out in writing, even if it is a small thing such as this “Losing it with Jillian show.”
(Isn’t that something to realize?)
I know the hard work never stops. When I became homeless for the second time I decided I was never going to get in that position again. So I go to work everyday whether I am sick or not. I’m sure we all stumble. Get back up and keep trying. When I have a hard day at work and I want to quit. Know what I do. I wait one more day. I see what happens the next day. After I’ve had a great sleep and a time away from the office, I wait. I‘m sure I just need to apply that shock of being homeless again to the shock of the fact that I could die with what I have done to my body. Eating incorrectly and not taking proper care of me. (If you could give me a swift kick, not too hard but swift enough, I would appreciate it.)
This is something that I need to continue to remind myself, to keep trying no matter what. That I am worth it, that I am capable of love and need love.
What do you think?
One day out of the blue, I was contacted by an old boyfriend that I had years ago. He found me on Facebook and emailed me. Upon getting his message I was unsure as to why he would contact me. The next time I was online he did an instant message chat. Still unsure I explained my confusion to him. He explained that when we were together he really cared about me but he was too young at the time and was really sorry for the way things turned out.
We have been talking ever since. But what really worries me is the fact that he lives on the west coast and I live in the middle of the country. We live far apart. I haven’t seen him in years, I am sure he doesn’t want to see me and yet he calls almost every day, except on the weekends. Which doesn’t make sense to me but what can I say. I am not in a relationship with him as of yet. We haven’t talked about it, but he does talk about having me come and visit. I would like that, sometimes while I wait for him to make a move and let me know how he feels, I am also here receiving men’s interest and I am not sure how to take this. On the one hand I want to remain faithful to someone who shows me they really care, but on the other hand he has not made any kind of move in a “lets get together” What do you think? Am I being silly and waiting for a person who lives miles away, instead of taking advantage of the possible comfort I could gain here.
Thanks to all who read and comment. If you wish to discuss something or have an opinion please don’t hesitate. Women need to stick together and support each other. Share, laugh, cry, live, learn, and bond with other women. Until next time.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Book Reviews – Updates on What’s Up.
Book Review:
Just finished another book from one of my favorite authors, Richelle Mead. She is the author of the extremely good Vampire Academies. She also has another book series out called Succubus. The Succubus storyline is about a succubus names Georgina. It is very interesting and has lots of sex in it. Good stuff. I am on the fifth book of the series. In truth the Succubus series is not as good as the Vampire Academies Series, but the characters are still dear to my heart.
(When Harry Potter was in full force I always wondered how I would go on. I am grateful I have found other heroes and heroines to keep track of.)
The name of this book is called Succubus Shadows. Since this is the fifth in the series the book is winding down to the end of the story. And while the writer is keeping true to putting their characters through the wringer, I have to say this book is a little confusing. I don’t mean the writing is not good, it is extremely good. What I am saying is the book is written in the point of view of the first person, Georgina, the succubus. The turn of the book is where she is captured and tortured. While the torture is going on which the writer lets us into, there is a lot of stuff going on in the background that we only get a glimpse of. The premise of the book is that while the torture is going on Georgina will not be able to tell truth from lies. As the reader we can’t either. Since we have a little of Georgina long life background from subsequent books, in this book when she is meant to re-live all of her mistakes and worst things in her life, that tears her apart, we as the reader, trust me feel for her, and yet can’t distinguish the truth and lies either.
Normally I read a book at least twice. I have read this one only once this time before I started writing about it here. I will read it again, maybe on the second reading I can get a better sense of what the writer is trying to accomplish.
What do you think about the oil spill?
This is something that is making me sick. Every time I get an update on the news or somewhere else, I get frustrated. I know you feel the same. While our government and BP are trying to get their heads together to fix it, what is happening in the rest of the world? What I mean is, when there is a disaster somewhere else in the world. We, America, our government and the people pull our resources and money together and help. Have you seen or heard of any other country stepping up to the plate to help us in this situation? I haven’t.
No one can tell what the long term consequences of this disaster is going to be, but I can see it will affect others, including some other industries. I just find it funny, sarcastic funny, that when others need help America helps, but when we need it, no one helps us. (What do you think? Am I wrong? Tell me about it so I and others can learn more.)
Question:
Has anyone seen the movie, “Letters to Juliet” yet? If you have how was it? I want to see it so badly. But when you do comment please don’t tell me the ending. I still may get a chance to go. Thanks
Have you read any good books lately? Can you recommend another fiction story or author?
Update on Weight:
Well I started back at Zumba, I missed everyone, and they told me they missed me. I had a good time again as usual. The instructor, Lisa, had some new interesting moves and more work with the weights. She works us very hard. I came home tired and sweaty. But I’ve had a headache for three days that will not go away. I am not sure if it is sinuses or something else. It hurts though.
When I had dinner I had a big bowl of green beans and Balsamic marinated chicken. I should have had strawberries for desert but had two pieces of toast instead. Oh well, next time I will have the fruit. (Hitting my hand now in punishment, “bad girl”.)
Update on Writing:
Once again I am having fear of how I am going to finish the book. This is my first book and the biggest project I have ever done. I keep having fear problems. The good news is I’m about to stop all TV and reading to get it down. I owe it to my characters to finish their story.
Would anyone like me to introduce my characters to the blog? I am thinking about it. Just a small write up on each of them. Let me know.
One last piece of news: Well it not good news for me.
The man who owes the house I reside in has sold it. Now I have a new owner who has just informed me I have to move in a few months. The old owner put in a few months into the agreement with the new owner to protect me and give me enough time to move. (That is very sweet.) So now I have to find a new place to live for me and my cats.
What do you think and feel? Is there anything that you want to talk about or discuss? Or anything that you want to say about what I wrote. Share, laugh, cry, love, and bond with other women. Join in the discussion. Until next time.
Just finished another book from one of my favorite authors, Richelle Mead. She is the author of the extremely good Vampire Academies. She also has another book series out called Succubus. The Succubus storyline is about a succubus names Georgina. It is very interesting and has lots of sex in it. Good stuff. I am on the fifth book of the series. In truth the Succubus series is not as good as the Vampire Academies Series, but the characters are still dear to my heart.
(When Harry Potter was in full force I always wondered how I would go on. I am grateful I have found other heroes and heroines to keep track of.)
The name of this book is called Succubus Shadows. Since this is the fifth in the series the book is winding down to the end of the story. And while the writer is keeping true to putting their characters through the wringer, I have to say this book is a little confusing. I don’t mean the writing is not good, it is extremely good. What I am saying is the book is written in the point of view of the first person, Georgina, the succubus. The turn of the book is where she is captured and tortured. While the torture is going on which the writer lets us into, there is a lot of stuff going on in the background that we only get a glimpse of. The premise of the book is that while the torture is going on Georgina will not be able to tell truth from lies. As the reader we can’t either. Since we have a little of Georgina long life background from subsequent books, in this book when she is meant to re-live all of her mistakes and worst things in her life, that tears her apart, we as the reader, trust me feel for her, and yet can’t distinguish the truth and lies either.
Normally I read a book at least twice. I have read this one only once this time before I started writing about it here. I will read it again, maybe on the second reading I can get a better sense of what the writer is trying to accomplish.
What do you think about the oil spill?
This is something that is making me sick. Every time I get an update on the news or somewhere else, I get frustrated. I know you feel the same. While our government and BP are trying to get their heads together to fix it, what is happening in the rest of the world? What I mean is, when there is a disaster somewhere else in the world. We, America, our government and the people pull our resources and money together and help. Have you seen or heard of any other country stepping up to the plate to help us in this situation? I haven’t.
No one can tell what the long term consequences of this disaster is going to be, but I can see it will affect others, including some other industries. I just find it funny, sarcastic funny, that when others need help America helps, but when we need it, no one helps us. (What do you think? Am I wrong? Tell me about it so I and others can learn more.)
Question:
Has anyone seen the movie, “Letters to Juliet” yet? If you have how was it? I want to see it so badly. But when you do comment please don’t tell me the ending. I still may get a chance to go. Thanks
Have you read any good books lately? Can you recommend another fiction story or author?
Update on Weight:
Well I started back at Zumba, I missed everyone, and they told me they missed me. I had a good time again as usual. The instructor, Lisa, had some new interesting moves and more work with the weights. She works us very hard. I came home tired and sweaty. But I’ve had a headache for three days that will not go away. I am not sure if it is sinuses or something else. It hurts though.
When I had dinner I had a big bowl of green beans and Balsamic marinated chicken. I should have had strawberries for desert but had two pieces of toast instead. Oh well, next time I will have the fruit. (Hitting my hand now in punishment, “bad girl”.)
Update on Writing:
Once again I am having fear of how I am going to finish the book. This is my first book and the biggest project I have ever done. I keep having fear problems. The good news is I’m about to stop all TV and reading to get it down. I owe it to my characters to finish their story.
Would anyone like me to introduce my characters to the blog? I am thinking about it. Just a small write up on each of them. Let me know.
One last piece of news: Well it not good news for me.
The man who owes the house I reside in has sold it. Now I have a new owner who has just informed me I have to move in a few months. The old owner put in a few months into the agreement with the new owner to protect me and give me enough time to move. (That is very sweet.) So now I have to find a new place to live for me and my cats.
What do you think and feel? Is there anything that you want to talk about or discuss? Or anything that you want to say about what I wrote. Share, laugh, cry, love, and bond with other women. Join in the discussion. Until next time.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Finding Treasures in the Trash. Update on what’s up.
Hey everyone, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. So much has happened.
First I want to cover something. Some of you might not know that I work in Property Management. I had a tenant call in this morning with some scary news.
It seems the tenants upstairs from her got some furniture off the curb that was placed in the trash. Only to find out later the furniture had Scabies and Bed Bugs in it. Now thosse tenants have a battle going on in their apartment.
I talked with our Pest Control Company and have been told the only way to get rid of both Scabies and Bed Bugs are to get rid of everything and start over. Burn everything you have or throw them out, but if you throw them out. Please put a note on them for the next person who thinks treasure is in your trash.
Sometime there is a lot more than treasure in that trash. (Yuck!)
Update on what I have been doing.
One of my favorite authors Richelle Mead has a new book out called Spirit Bound from the Vampire Academy Series. The fifth book in the Series and of course I got the book. After reading it I understood the name of the book, but only after I read the final line of the story. (That's incredible)
Then I was in shock as to what happened to the hero and heroin. They are in peril I can assure you. The story brought so many questions I just had to read it again to try and figure them out, but I got just a few answers but more questions. So I read it again. Then I got to thinking maybe if I read from the beginning of the entire series I might get some answers. So can you guess what I did? Yes that is right I started at the beginning. I dove in and read each book; still I have to say that I am stumped at to who the next culprit is. (Exciting stuff)
What is really cool about the books and storyline is the author weaves so much into them and so much is going on and so much more behind the scenes, mostly because the point of view is in one person the main character Rose Hathaway.
Rose Hathaway is awesome by the way. I won’t tell you anything about the story just a small amount. It is about Vampires, but not the way you would think. It is not about blood, guts and scary stuff in the traditional way of vampires. The concept is really cool. Even though the book is considered Young adult the story is for everyone.
Update on Writing.
I am still writing my books but each time I write, I am completely shocked at some of the stuff that I am creating. Remember I said the story will take a life of its own. That is an understatement. It is really cool how stuff comes out of me that I don’t know where it comes from. I feel as if I am reading the story the same as you. (Any writers want to elaborate on this point feel free to comment.)
Weight Update.
Well I am eating better now. I was eating a few things not on my new life diet, meaning my diet for life change, and as soon as I do I get a headache. My body is telling me, don’t eat that. And because I don’t like the pain, I am choosing to eat the better food. Now the other thing that I need to work on is the exercise.
Eating right and trying to lose weight, correct that, for general heath the exercise is part of it. Even if you eat all the correct things the body movement is what is required. There are so many benefits to exercise, even if it is walking.
(Now if only I can get my head out of books?)
So now that I am eating better, and once in a while have a small portion of a cookie or one scoop of ice cream, but better choices all around with food, the next task for me is make sure I get exercise everyday. I will update you on that.
Oh by the way I went to see the movie Prince of Persia, The Sands of Time. It was very good and every exciting. If you get a chance to see it, do so. You won’t be disappointed. And of course Jake Gyllenhall is really good.
What do you think? How do you feel about any of the subjects that I covered? Is there a subject you want to discuss? Feel free to join in the discussion. Share, laugh, love, cry and bond with other women. Until next time.
First I want to cover something. Some of you might not know that I work in Property Management. I had a tenant call in this morning with some scary news.
It seems the tenants upstairs from her got some furniture off the curb that was placed in the trash. Only to find out later the furniture had Scabies and Bed Bugs in it. Now thosse tenants have a battle going on in their apartment.
I talked with our Pest Control Company and have been told the only way to get rid of both Scabies and Bed Bugs are to get rid of everything and start over. Burn everything you have or throw them out, but if you throw them out. Please put a note on them for the next person who thinks treasure is in your trash.
Sometime there is a lot more than treasure in that trash. (Yuck!)
Update on what I have been doing.
One of my favorite authors Richelle Mead has a new book out called Spirit Bound from the Vampire Academy Series. The fifth book in the Series and of course I got the book. After reading it I understood the name of the book, but only after I read the final line of the story. (That's incredible)
Then I was in shock as to what happened to the hero and heroin. They are in peril I can assure you. The story brought so many questions I just had to read it again to try and figure them out, but I got just a few answers but more questions. So I read it again. Then I got to thinking maybe if I read from the beginning of the entire series I might get some answers. So can you guess what I did? Yes that is right I started at the beginning. I dove in and read each book; still I have to say that I am stumped at to who the next culprit is. (Exciting stuff)
What is really cool about the books and storyline is the author weaves so much into them and so much is going on and so much more behind the scenes, mostly because the point of view is in one person the main character Rose Hathaway.
Rose Hathaway is awesome by the way. I won’t tell you anything about the story just a small amount. It is about Vampires, but not the way you would think. It is not about blood, guts and scary stuff in the traditional way of vampires. The concept is really cool. Even though the book is considered Young adult the story is for everyone.
Update on Writing.
I am still writing my books but each time I write, I am completely shocked at some of the stuff that I am creating. Remember I said the story will take a life of its own. That is an understatement. It is really cool how stuff comes out of me that I don’t know where it comes from. I feel as if I am reading the story the same as you. (Any writers want to elaborate on this point feel free to comment.)
Weight Update.
Well I am eating better now. I was eating a few things not on my new life diet, meaning my diet for life change, and as soon as I do I get a headache. My body is telling me, don’t eat that. And because I don’t like the pain, I am choosing to eat the better food. Now the other thing that I need to work on is the exercise.
Eating right and trying to lose weight, correct that, for general heath the exercise is part of it. Even if you eat all the correct things the body movement is what is required. There are so many benefits to exercise, even if it is walking.
(Now if only I can get my head out of books?)
So now that I am eating better, and once in a while have a small portion of a cookie or one scoop of ice cream, but better choices all around with food, the next task for me is make sure I get exercise everyday. I will update you on that.
Oh by the way I went to see the movie Prince of Persia, The Sands of Time. It was very good and every exciting. If you get a chance to see it, do so. You won’t be disappointed. And of course Jake Gyllenhall is really good.
What do you think? How do you feel about any of the subjects that I covered? Is there a subject you want to discuss? Feel free to join in the discussion. Share, laugh, love, cry and bond with other women. Until next time.
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