Thursday, October 29, 2009

Wake up call

You think you're the only one who knows there's a book signing for your favorite blogger, and then you show up to this:




But I love the Pioneer Woman enough to put up with it.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Sunday SOL

You know those mornings when the sun is shining, and the coffee smells extra good, and you've got a great day ahead, and you sit down to work on some school work only to discover that you've inexplicably missed an assignment for one of your classes that's worth 15% of your grade?

Yeah, I'm having one of those mornings.

I just spent twenty minutes being hugged by my husband while I moaned over and over, "I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid..." I've always been a very attentive student. Always getting my assignments done on time. Hardly ever late, by even a day. And here I am, completely ignoring the syllabus, and going about my business like it's a normal day.

This may be the straw that breaks the camel's back. I can't keep working at a 50hr/week job and take more than one class at a time for my master's degree. It might be time to consider going part time at my job. If I can afford it, I think I'm going to do it.

Here's to having a crappy start to the day. Cheers.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

NaNoThink-O

So, last year I participated in NaNoWriMo, and – I’m not going to lie – I failed. I got to about 34,000 words and I couldn’t finish. Not because I didn’t have any ideas, but because I had TOO many. I’m still stalemated on that novel, not sure how to end it. Part of me wants to go back and rewrite from the point I began to have doubts about my plot, and finish it in an entirely different way. Part of me thinks I should just finish it from where I am, and see how it comes out. Regardless, my NaNoWriMo participation was less than stellar.

This year, I’m even more swamped with things. I’m taking two graduate classes (last year I was classless, but was still classy if you can believe it), and I have more commitments than I care to think about. My life has just been crazy lately, leaving little time for me to sit at home and write.

But. BUT. I want to. Oh, do I want to. And I keep thinking that if I can just get my body out of bed early in the mornings, I could start my day with an hour of writing, coffee and breakfast, and have a day that’s productive. It’s the getting up part that I haven’t succeeded yet, though.

So, I’m going back and forth. To write or not to write? I have no plot in mind for this year’s NaNoWriMo, so I suppose that’s my first hurdle. I have 11 days to come up with a plot I can write 50,000 words on or novel be damned. Some ideas I’ve toyed around with in the past:

  • A high school teenager who can read thoughts by touching people. She then meets a boy whose thoughts she can’t read, and the bizarreness of this event leads her to be alternately terrified of him and curious why he’s the only one she can’t read. (I began this story about… 10 years ago, believe it or not. But it never went anywhere, and so I wouldn’t mind starting from scratch. But now it just sounds like part of the Twilight books.)
  • An office worker is fired from his 9-5 and can’t find a job. He’s reduced to applying for a job at Wal-Mart, where he learns how poorly huge corporations treat their lowly employees. He becomes the champion of his workers, executing clever and maddening pranks on the management to get their attention, trying to lead his fellow workers into enlightenment about their ability to be autonomous. (This one came out of having actually worked at Wal-Mart and seen how terribly some of those employees live. Horrifying, really. Our store was so bad, that a year or two ago, I was sent a letter asking if I wanted to join a class-action lawsuit against that particular store for their treatment of the employees.)
  • A woman is employed at a 9-5 that she doesn’t love. Then, one day, she receives a writing desk in the mail from an aunt who passed away and left her the piece in her will. It comes with a letter that only reads, “So that you may write…” After living with the desk for a few weeks, she discovers, during a power outage, a secret compartment to the desk and finds letters from the sister of a famous author. After reading the letters, she discovered that it was the sister who did all the writing, and the famous author could barely string two words together. The mystery of this sister leads the woman to a long, fascinating search and discovery of her family history.

The last is my favorite, but I’m just not sure how to make it into a novel. I guess the goal of NaNoWriMo isn’t necessarily to write a good novel, but to write 50k words of one. And then maybe make it INTO a good novel. I may outline the story a bit more to see if I can make it go somewhere, and then take a stab at it.

The worst I can do is fail. Again. Right?

Tag, I'm It.

Arlynn over at Fleur De-licious must be my most dedicated reader, because not only did she notice I’ve been missing lately, but she also celebrated my return with a sweet award, and a request to do a one-word survey. Thanks, Arlynn!

So, here I go again…

1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Your hair? Blonde
3. Your mother? silly
4. Your father? Engineer
5. Your favorite food? Mexican
6. Your dream last night? MIA
7. Your favorite drink? Latte
8. Your dream/goal? Writer
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Reading
11. Your fear? Loneliness
12. Where do you want to be in six years? Libraries
13. Where were you last night? Asleep
14. Something that you aren't? Motivated
15. Muffins? Topless
16. Wish list item? Clothes
17. Where did you grow up? Oklahoma
18. Last thing you did? Emailed
19. What were you wearing? Skirt
20. Your TV? Off
21. Your pets? Singular
22. Friends? Tolerant
23. Your life? Perfect
24. Your mood? Anxious
25. Missing someone? Nope
26. Vehicle? Busted
27. Something you're not wearing? Hosiery
28. Your favorite store? Gap
29. Your favorite color? Cerulean
30. When was the last time you laughed? Minutes
31. Last time you cried? Weeks
32. Your best friend? Mister
33. One place that I go over and over? Crazy
34. One person who emails you regularly? AT&T
35. Favorite place to eat? Mexican

Monday, October 19, 2009

A(n Un)Restful Weekend

I’m not usually one to give a blow-by-blow of my weekend. It’s just not my bag. The whole “Dear Diary, today I…” routine is one I got over after failing to write in my first five-year diary. It was a habit my grandmother loved, and I still remember leafing through her tiny diary, with her little scrawl on each five-line allotment per day – “Doctor’s appointment, work, dinner at Lou’s, saw the grandkids…”

Me, though, I tend to focus on the exciting little moments. Those random events that make me laugh, or the interesting parts of the day I’ve had. Even with this preference, I am tempted to detail my weekend down to the last minute. It was nothing but running, running, running from 5:00 Friday night until 2:00 this morning. Rather than a long narrative (which just thinking about exhausts me to no end), I will now give you a bulleted list (my favorite kind) of Things I Have Done In the Last 65 Hours:

  • Was made dinner by 6 local firemen
  • Took a ride in a fire truck
  • Became the “Official Party Mad-Lib Reader”
  • Watched no less than four women pee
  • Saw more boobs than I can count – some on friends, some on strangers
  • Helped clean up shards of glass from a broken wine glass
  • Had a dance party to “This is How We Do It”
  • Met a guy named “Fro” who likes to play awesome 90s rock on an acoustic guitar
  • Bought the best-fitting pair of jeans I’ve had in a while – from the Gap, no less
  • Bought a penis-shaped cake
  • Played Pinata for shots
  • Made a pair of Spock ears and a veil with Star Trek insignia
  • Danced for hours
  • Visited my first (and I hope LAST) strip club
  • Saw my first flasher, and adamantly told him to “zip it up” while I dragged two drunk women by as fast as I could
  • Had a facial
  • Saw U2 in concert
  • Drove from OKC to Tulsa at 12:00 a.m., arriving at my front door at 1:45
  • Got up and went to work on a wee bit more than 4 hours sleep

Needless to say, between a house party, a bachelorette party, dinner at a firehouse and a concert, my weekend was full to brimming. I’m dragging ass this morning, and counting down the hours until I can go home and lay on the couch to watch TV for the rest of the night, and maybe go to bed around 8:00. I’m so exhausted.

Case and point: I just went to make myself a cup of coffee in the work kitchen. I put the coffee in my mug, set the mug on the counter and went to get a serving of half-and-half from the fridge. I peeled back the paper, and then walked to my coffee cup, which was next to the sink. I then promptly poured the half-and-half down the sink. Why? I don’t know. It was waste of good creamer, if you ask me.

Only four more hours at work, though, and then I’m off. Let’s only hope I don’t fall asleep at my desk before then.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A Letter (or The One in Which I Am Sarcastic)

Dear People Who Come By My Desk When I Am Not There,

I have a box on my file cabinet. You have to walk by it to get inside my sad little cubicle. It is on the very edge of the filing cabinet, not obstructed by any plants, pictures or other accoutrements of office life. It is front and center, and it has a sign (in bright, obnoxious green) that says “Inbox.” It’s located in such a way that it offers the advantage of walking the very least distance to my desk, as I reside at one end of a long hall, and I have attempted to save you a few steps.

Why, with all this wonderful planning of mine, do you then insist on bypassing my inbox and instead place your papers on my chair, my keyboard, amidst a pile of papers I was readying for the shredder, or balanced precariously on my coffee mug?

Ah, I see. This document could not wait until I checked my inbox in an hour. It was imperative that I see it the moment I approached my desk, or began sifting through my papers. The fact that you needed a signature for your expense report (in the amount of $7.95 for the pack of lightbulbs you bought for your office rather than requesting them from central supply like everyone else, which would have saved the company about $7.45) was more important than any of the other 15 items in my inbox.

Next time I will do my best to find a place for the inbox that makes more sense to you. Perhaps taped to the top of my computer monitor, or on a solitary stand right in the center of my cubicle? Maybe with a candlelit altar and some soft music playing? Is that prominent enough for you? I’ll get to work on it right away.

Sincerely,

I Lost Your Piece Of Paper Among Fifty Other Pieces Of Paper

Monday, October 12, 2009

Happy The First


One year ago today, I was all aflutter. At this very moment, I was walking down the aisle. I was nervous, but excited. I was so ready to be a Mrs. and now I’m so glad I am.

Happy first anniversary, my love.