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Technical difficulties

In more ways than one… WordPress ate this entry. Blighter. It was great, too because there was commentary about the guy who won the 200+ million dollar Powerball and why I can never win (it had something to do with God not wanting me to be an evil supervillian–people would think I’m cute and fluffy, but really… well, never mind), and how I realized I made a tragic, fatal, boo-boo in my contest entry with TRS. And this awesome bit about how I wanted to hide beneath a rock sans a long list of animals. It wouldn’t be right to retype all that, it just wouldn’t feel as meaningful to me now. It was chock full of humor and wittiness (yeah, right). When I asked it to edit, it said I made no spelling error–a miracle and the first indication something wasn’t right. And then it wouldn’t go back from the proofread and when I tried to save the draft, poof, nothing, gone. Thanks WP, I hate you right now. But really, can you tell this blog is mostly verbal vomit with little-to-no thought going into…

Heart Racing

Bomp-bomp. Bomp-bomp. Bomp-bomp-bomp-bomp-bomp, etc. No, really, I’m going somewhere with this.  That little bomp noise, that’s my heart beat. It gets a little crazy when I think about it beating. If I can hear it, or if someone’s taking my blood pressure or listening to it then it beats much faster. Makes me nervous for people to listen to it. I don’t know why, it’s not as if they’re going to discover I don’t have a heart. It didn’t kill me. I didn’t die. I didn’t come anywhere close to dying. I mean I got that anxious feeling where you kind of get light-headed, but mostly I was concerned with making sure the right .doc was in the attachment line, the docs were properly formatted and my name was on everything. Still, that little tiny, nagging fear gripped my heart as I pushed send to enter the Weta Nichols Writing Contest. Then I ran my eyes over TRS to make sure all was well–it was the one that needed more editing. And then Abel made me laugh. Oh, that Abel. Different and wonderful…

Unexpected adventure

Oh, we made it to Cassville all right. But we never made it out of the Wal-Mart parking lot. The adventure, as it were, started out okay. There was that bizarre rainbow in the sky thing that wasn’t quite right. It was a rainbow, but it… wasn’t. It was just stuck in the sky in the opening of some clouds. No rain, just a lot of sun. We chalked it up to moisture in the sky. It reminded me vaguely of the devil rainbow. Devil rainbow, you say? Right. Last fall the sky was brilliant red after a rainstorm, the sun was setting as it’s prone to doing, and there was this rainbow. You could make out all the colors, but it was primarily red. Hence, the devil rainbow. This one though, just sort of hovered in the sky for half an hour and no matter which direction we turn it, it was visible. No ends, just that blob there. End times are a-comin’, my friends. You know, if you believe that. If not, then it was just a bizarre rainbow. Which is probably what it was. All I know is, I’ve been seeing a lot…

Geography

Day two with only one contact in. My supervisor said, isn’t your eye any better? Making me even more paranoid. I want to put my sunglasses on and hang my head. Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled my bangs back. Well, it feels better so  . And compared to how it looked yesterday , it looks at least 50% better. Stupid, infected eyeball. I really don’t like you right now. Twenty-ten isn’t being so good to me; first the ear infection, then the nasty cold, then the burned leg and now the eyeball. Can we move forward to Twenty-eleven? I’m such a moron though, I only just realized Brisbane isn’t in Victoria *deep blush*. That’s okay, when I was in junior high, I thought Quebec was in South America. Obviously geography isn’t my strong suite, kind of like math. I fixed it in my doc folder, but it’s still messed up in my crit groups so if anyone sees it, ahem, don’t pay it any mind. I still have some work to do on it, around chapter five there’s a great chunk of about four days missing. I need some …

Metaphors

Cursor blinking. Waiting for the next letters or symbols to fill up empty white space. Sorry little buddy, you’re gonna be waiting a while. The more spring warms the earth and encourages the blooming of beautiful green plant life, the less I want anything to do with writing. I’m more interested in playing in the sunshine and exploring. We spent Saturday at Roaring River State Park admiring the trout, big and small. I climbed a trail to get vertigo-inspiring photos of the fish hatchery. You can see all the pics here. I woke up this morning wishing I’d climbed higher (this from the person who can’t climb a 10ft ladder) and made it to the top of the cave to take pictures from up there. Husband said if it’s nice next weekend, we can take Pee Wee. He didn’t get to come this time because he needs a summer cut in the worst way–he’s shedding enough hair to produce another little dog. He loves to travel. I wish we could take Bandicoot too, but she gets carsick and I don’t have enough lap for …

Arrgh, Matey

Arrrr, matey. Avast ye landlubbers and whatnot. Polly wants a cracker and some Admiral Nelson’s. Ahoy and blow the man down. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. That song that creepy kid in Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End sang. Bored with my current life, I’ve decided to forego all the conventional jobs and head straight for the unconventional. Which is a wordy way of saying: I want to be a pirate. Tragically, my piratey accent is more than a little sucky, but I’m sure over time it’ll improve, ye blackhearted dawgs. One year, following the PoTC craze, I went to a Halloween “party” (I used quotations to let you all know it wasn’t a party. It was a terrible, terrible sham of a party where people sat around talking about boring stuff and I wanted to go home) dressed as a pirate. This little girl, who had come back from trick-or-treating, looked at me in my striped pirate skirt, my dark hose with black roses running along the legs, my sword, tri-cornered hat and blingy pirate jewelery…

Pondering Children and Blobs

Today I went to a baby shower. Haven’t been to one of those in a coon’s age. It was okay, but it’s always a little awkward to be around people who have children because I don’t have any. They always tell these funny stories about their kids and I’m like, um, my dog did this. It’s a little bit weird when you’re trying to explain how cute you think baby booties will look on your mini aussie. I get a lot of funny looks. Baby showers kind of make me wish I had a baby, but really what would I do with one? Oh, yeah they’re cute when they’re little, but they do grow up. I always feel kind of odd around kids that can have perfectly normal conversations. I mean, things are so different from the way they were when I was growing up. I didn’t have a cell phone until I was 17 for crying out loud and you better believe it didn’t have anything fancy like texting or internet. And knowing how me and Husband are, any offspring we produced would be little hellions for sure.  Although if the miracle eve…