Tuesday, December 13, 2011
At Least I'm Consistent
Any primate looking at my blog will all but notice the last entry was January 2011; now here we are at the end of the year; it's not that I haven't written words other than a grocery list in a years' time; but most of the year was spent writing cover letters and resume updates, and honestly, getting over the fact that I no longer was working as a school librarian. But thankfully I'm employed; and I begin the end of the year by registering for the first time ever, for the upcoming Erma Bombeck Conference in April 2012. There was a reason I began reading her books at age 9; and it wasn't just because I was surrounded by an uninspiring, agricultural town. What a conversation starter this will be, I'm going to a writers conference; now I just need to remember to say Ohio, not Idaho. Right?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
2011 Write Every Day
I'm leary of anyone who makes resolutions. I won't start jogging, flossing or calling my relatives over 30 unless I have personal knowledge that they are on behavior modifying medications.
My waning arrangement with EDD is nearing the end and the timing can't be worse. Just received news our new kitten Lucy needs a pin inserted in her femur to straighten an untreated break. If I can't straighten my Nancy Kerrigan overbite, that cat walks with a limp the rest of its life.
The new year will present us with both our kids in college, at a UC, which in case you haven't read a newspaper in a while, the tuition is somewhere near the cost of a hand held missile launcher and/or 8500 Olympic-style men's Speedos.
I told myself 5 years ago, I'd write everyday, but have failed miserable at that, but I do make comments about people everyday that I'll later use to write about. Usually snide, witty stuff, mostly mean and uncontrollable or planned, but what thought first enters ones mind when their days encounters involve senior citizens driving 30 on the freeway, coffee baristas who spell my name Ivan, dealership mechanics that try to get me to believe that if I don't change the brake fluid in my cdar on the spot, for 299 my car will careen towards the next school yard I pass, trapping innocent children, actually, no, correction, pinning innocent playground equipment, as no children play anymore or run. Carnage non the less right?
What am I talking about here? I have test to study for for an upcoming job, and my review is the high school equivalency test - the math section only - because I couldn't' solve for x if held at gunpoint.
Pray for me.
My waning arrangement with EDD is nearing the end and the timing can't be worse. Just received news our new kitten Lucy needs a pin inserted in her femur to straighten an untreated break. If I can't straighten my Nancy Kerrigan overbite, that cat walks with a limp the rest of its life.
The new year will present us with both our kids in college, at a UC, which in case you haven't read a newspaper in a while, the tuition is somewhere near the cost of a hand held missile launcher and/or 8500 Olympic-style men's Speedos.
I told myself 5 years ago, I'd write everyday, but have failed miserable at that, but I do make comments about people everyday that I'll later use to write about. Usually snide, witty stuff, mostly mean and uncontrollable or planned, but what thought first enters ones mind when their days encounters involve senior citizens driving 30 on the freeway, coffee baristas who spell my name Ivan, dealership mechanics that try to get me to believe that if I don't change the brake fluid in my cdar on the spot, for 299 my car will careen towards the next school yard I pass, trapping innocent children, actually, no, correction, pinning innocent playground equipment, as no children play anymore or run. Carnage non the less right?
What am I talking about here? I have test to study for for an upcoming job, and my review is the high school equivalency test - the math section only - because I couldn't' solve for x if held at gunpoint.
Pray for me.
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