Friday, October 28, 2011

birthday eve

Egads.  I almost let a day get by.

Tomorrow is my Big Birthday Celebration, complete with a snow storm, errands to run, and those mother humping bookcases to move... yet again.  Did I say I loved them?  I meant loathe.

I may just give myself the day off, what between shoveling, shopping for a headlight, and tearing up the busted sacrum.  I mean, the levity of it all may have me in a joyous tizzy.

Sorry, it's the narcotics talking at this point.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Just for the Record

I can't WAIT until Halloween is over.

Adeline?  Not a fan of this holiday.  BUT, much like chocolate (she thinks she likes it, says she likes it, tries to like it, yet spits it out any time she has it in her mouth) she is excited about the idea of a costume any time a well meaning adult asks her what she's going to be.  She has made up several stories.

However.  My kiddo is one sensitive chick.  Today, in a store, she grabbed a hat and it bumped into a sword that made noise and she flipped out.  I mean, flipped out.  Noise is a problem.  Being startled is a problem, and faces that are not happy and smiling have always been a problem.

Halloween is not a holiday for Adeline.  Not this year anyway.  But, like I said, adults can't quite get their heads around it.  To say I'm not taking her anywhere is akin to child abuse apparently.  I've gotten stares and looks, and you know, I say, "who cares, it's what's best for her".  And of course it is.  And I would never do something against what I know is right just because of someones opinion.  My point is quite simply this:  it's hard.  It won't change my mind, it won't change my actions, but it's a pain in the ass to have so many of my moves with Adeline questioned because they're so different.


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Saga Continues.

The good news is that the bookcases are in the house.  The bad news is that they don't fit under the carrying beam.  And also, I'm spent from getting them through the door.

But, I'm writing.  So that's good.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Bookcase Infatuation

I think every year, my Birthday and Christmas list have included bookshelves.  I really love them, second only to... I suppose... my books.  So, I'm finding it a little ironic that the same year that I aquire an e-reader, I also find myself in the posession of not one, not two, but five new bookcases.

And they're enormous by the way.

One is shorter than I am, but the rest dwarf me.  Two of them are arriving today and are probably about 8' long.  I'll have to measure.  And take pictures.  I know nobody really cares, but it'll be fun for me.

Anyway, in preparation for this momentious occasion, I've been making some room in the basement for my new shelves, not to mention all that new office furniture we scored over the weekend.  When I went downstairs this morning I was confronted with this:

That's what I said.

Figuring that the movers wouldn't really care for this situation, I set to work.  An hour later I found the table that was apparently under that spool up there.

And about an hour or so later, I figured out how to move that heavy freeking table out of my way, and I was done.  By the way, I feel like baby gates are something that people keep for a long time after having kids.  As if some day, for some reason, I'll need to section off a portion of the house for some reason.  Odd.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Today, I'm covered in Mod Podge, surrounded by clippings and shreds of plastic and paper and I have several projects drying around me.

Hence, no time to write.  I'm just making sure I don't fall out of habit.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Moving Day

Right, so breaking my ass was not only bad, it was bad timing.  Yesterday was our designated moving day for office furniture.

At the initial planning stage, the goal seemed simple:  Move some desks and chairs from Matt's old office to our basement.  I guess you could say that things began to go awry with my injury.  I was not 100 percent of course, but I swallowed a handful of Advil and was ready to have at it.

Next it was us vs. the desks.  Apparently, steel desks weigh about 7,000 lbs each.  We were taking them apart.  Drill?  Check.  Figuring out how to get the drawers out of the file cabinets?  Well... we lifted them, pushed them, pulled them, flipped them in every angle we could think.  Pushed on things that looked like release buttons, but weren't.  About an hour later, Matt gave one a mighty yank, and... it came right out.  Nice.


Down a flight of stairs with a 180 degree landing in the middle.  Why this building doesn't have an elevator is beyond me.  But anyway, three of these desks who's parts were only slightly lighter than the sum, went down the stairs.  We had developed an excellent system by the final trip down.

And of course, I looted.  I mean, it was an office - and everything in it was getting thrown away.  Envelopes, post-it's, organizational racks and drawer things, pens, sweet Jesus - I think that made everything else worth it.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

For my NaNo's

As promised, and long awaited, here's one video from Wednesday night.  I didn't get the question at the beginning, but as you'll deduct, it was something along the lines of, "Tell me about your writing process".

I won't say too much more, I'll let you take what you will from the authors themselves.  I have a couple more videos to upload in the meantime.

Oh, and sorry about the ladies in front of me discussing something about 4:30 minutes in.  My camera held out for a few seconds before focusing in on their hairdoos and glasses, but alas.

Friday, October 21, 2011

I'm not trying to drag this out, but...

This morning, as Adeline and I were taking a lovely Nature Walk, we slipped and fell and I broke my ass.

Well, not exactly.

I mean, we were out walking.  There was a little brook, and we (read: she) decided to head down the quite steep, leaf covered embankment for a closer look.  About half way down, she needed to be carried and this is where things went awry.

I picked her up, turned around, took a step, and fell.  She landed on top of me because I was still holding her (read: not breaking my fall) and while I was listening to some bone, somewhere, go *snap*, and quickly assessing my level of all-right-ness, my daughter announced that we were fine.  And so we were.  After about three minutes of me carefully testing out my injured body as hike-worthy.

Anyway, I don't know what, if anything is broken.  But man.  Sitting, standing, walking, and bending are awfully painful.  And I know, you're like, aaaannnndddWHAT does this have to do with you not posting about your book event evening?  Well, me and my broken butt are going to take a nap instead of spending the hour plus it will take to upload videos to youtube and such.

I'm sorry.  I am.

Here's another blurry photo for you though?

Thursday, October 20, 2011

I'm dying to write about my evening last night.  Not only was it amazing to be in the same space with three best selling authors, but the atmosphere was really something.  My friends and I were easily the youngest people there.  And I mean by a decade or two.  There was more than one hoveround spotted and not a few walking devices.

A hot night out on the Yale Campus, for sure.

But, for now - I'm exhausted, having stayed up FAR beyond my bedtime last night.  I need a nap.  I'm leaving one single snapshot of my evening as I depart.

Here it is.  My super blurry photo of the Occupy Wall Street camp, which was actually about three blocks from Wall Street, in the pouring rain.  I took a picture to say I saw history in the making.

More tomorrow.  

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Fancy Schmantzy

Well, well, well.
I just clicked the, "try new user interface" or some such button here on my Blogger account and oh la la... everything is all shiny and new.  I wish you could see it.

One thing struck me as wacky.  One button that was pretty clearly prioritized was for creating a whole new blog.  Not a new POST mind you, but a new BLOG.  I know this because for an instant or two, I considered it.  Think about this for a minute.  How many blogs does one person need?  Okay, maybe two.  Or even three, but seriously.

Not that I want to keep blogging about blogging, but at this point I'm writing for practice and, well, blogging is what's on my mind.

Blogging and pom poms.

I'm surrounded by them.  Kid crafty things.  Pom poms, popsicle sticks, pipe cleaners... I'm like a one woman band of preschool supplies.  More on that later.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

What's That?

The other day, we were driving home - Adeline and I.

"What's that?" She said.

We were stopped at a red light. I looked around. Not sure. And yet, she continued to point.

After about the third time she asked, I finally followed her gaze.

Do you see it there? Next to the electrical box? Perhaps you need a closer look. I know I did.


So, now that I've seen what she's pointing at. I had to answer her question, namely: "Mommy, what's that?".

"It's a man wearing green." I said.

I'm not sure I satisfied her curiosity.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Do It.

Here's what I just did. I added this here page as a tab to pop open at start-up.

My goal, of which I have many, is always to write more. I got to thinking. About a million years ago, when I started blogging, it wasn't to an audience. It was only to myself. I think I'll start there again. Even if it's only a sentence, I'll come here every day and jot something.

It'll probably be about Adeline.

But I'll get better.