Going through old memories. How weird is it that I've lost myself, lost contact with who I used to be and who I used to know? I should be sleeping, but I can't go yet. I'm afraid of how people vanish from my life, just shuffle off into the sunset intending to return, but they never do. It's not death that steals them, it's forgetting. It's not ( Read more... )

So Dori and I went out for a walk to get the mail early in the morning (about one am) on the 4th of July. We were, as usual, talking about something wrestling related when I stumbled over something. It was dark out and I felt it hit my foot and my first thought was, "Rat!" But no, it was a tiny black kitten. It didn't scamper too far away and I ( Read more... )

That's how it feels lately. I'm so unmotivated to do anything. The house is getting cleaner, sure, but writing? Nothing. Add to that the fact that I recently had to deal with back issues (BAD back issues), and I've been pretty lazy. I'm managing the bare minimum on Winterbourne, which means approximately a hundred words a night, six nights a week. ( Read more... )

My finals are done. I get the whole weekend to hang out and be with my family! I am so freaking happy about this. And then I get two weeks off from school, in which I have to whip my house into shape because my parents are coming to pick up the kids. I don't know when they're coming. I hope Mark will be on the road when it happens. But then I'll ( Read more... )

Tonight's homework was an essay on the above question. It's a question that I find completely absurd because the answer is, "Everyone and no one." The bad part about this, aside from the fact that I needed 700 words, is that I can't answer the question in the way the teacher expects me to. I also hate to point it out, but, since I've lived through ( Read more... )

As much as I appreciate the "code red" phone calls about the possible thunderstorm in my area (that I can hear raging outside, by the way), I do not appreciate said calls coming in at midnight, because I have that ingrained, "Something is very wrong" instinct when calls come in that late and my husband is currently God knows where in a semi, thanks ( Read more... )

Supposedly.

Been working on school and writing. Mark started his new job today. He's in Dallas until Thursday. Seems so weird.

The kids have two weeks of school left. I've got four weeks left on my current courses. Mark's going to be gone Monday-Friday after this week.

So yeah. That's where we're at.

School starts back up tomorrow (well, today, now), and I can see the end of the Associates degree I'm working on. The school is estimating I'll be done mid-January, but I suspect it'll be more like mid-February, since I am *not* about to work straight through with no breaks for eight months. However, it's down to just eight more classes, six of ( Read more... )

It's official. Payton is now 12, as of six minutes ago. We got home from his big birthday surprise about half an hour ago. The poor kid's sick and spent yesterday home from school, thanks to a fever and a chesty cough. He sounds better and the fever's gone, and we had a blast tonight ( Read more... )

I just finished Zombese. It took me... two years? Three? I forget. But I typed "The End" about fifteen minutes ago. It'll get a title change, six weeks or more in the virtual drawer and a retool. That all comes later. For now? Wine! (I'll be sad tomorrow. Tonight, I celebrate!)