we came, we saw, we deleted

I just deleted 40 pages of photos from Vox, not 40 photos but 40 pages worth of photos from the library. Deleted around 1,000 posts over the past couple of months. So, whatever is left there, ain’t much. I reckon it wasn’t worth much to anybody but me anyway.

It’s sunny today and while the sun peeked out a few times yesterday, it has been rains and flooding for weeks here. The sun looks pretty but it’s so bright on my poor eyes!

Speaking of which, watched Sunshine last night. I wanted to see it when it came out but knew that it was a trip they’d never come back from and the stuff going on in my life at that time meant I really did not need to watch people going on a suicide mission, even if it was to save mankind. It’s the best “small group of people to save the earth” movie that I’ve ever seen, I think. Memory has never been very good, though, so I may be forgetting something fantastic. I liked it, anyway.

Shakeology saved me

This kept running through my feverish swine-flu brain a couple of weeks ago and am just getting ready to post about it.

Having been vaccinated against Type B flu in September, I came down with the flu and it literally hit each tick mark on my doctor’s list (via phone, she didn’t want me coming in for my sake and theirs), although I did not get the nasal swabbing, I was told, “Yeah. This is pretty much H1N1.”

I won’t detail all the symptoms but the biggest were dizziness (running into door frames), hallucinations (pretty!), high fever (which was uncontrollable…AND lasted over a week) and gastro-intestinal distress that I’m still not quite right after having at a hard-core level for 10 days. Now, it’s sporadic. The doctor told me to expect that my guts were so demolished that they’re not going to be for a while.

During the worst of it (flat on my back for 6 days and then if I weren’t single-income, should probably have stayed been at home another 4 days), about the only thing I could “eat” that wouldn’t cause more harm and seemed to always sit right was: Shakeology.

Shake it

Yeah, my super-expensive-must-be-made-of-gold supplement.

Anyway, it sustained me. I know for a fact that an IV of fluids would have done me no harm! I kept pushing water because fevers that high and with trots are a “winning” death-by-dehydration combo.

Shakeology is so frigging expensive but I’m sold. I’m now three months into buying it/ -ahem, on my income? It’s over $100/ month! I still only mix it with water or a little soy milk — mostly just water. It’s a nutritional supplement, not a dessert. I’ve written about it before but I’m too lazy to go back and check if I said this. Before purchasing the first time, I ran it by my naturopath friend and her “report” was that she had never used it but from reading the label, it seemed like a good supplement and an excellent meal replacement (nutritionally speaking) and she’s VEGAN: very picking about stuff that claims it’s healthy. She’s the expert at a large health food chain, so…I trust her.

If you’re thinking about it, get all the facts and run it by your doctor or nutritionist. While I’m a farmgirl who likes the idea of EATING real foods for nutrition, I can’t cut this Shakeology stuff. It’s decent and helped me when I could NOT eat.

Cup of jo

In the great metropolis of the nearest town, Cedar Hill: population 1703.

how can I be late on a forced no pay day?

So, yeah. It’s another forced no pay day at work. Great! I’ll get ahead on the novel!

Well, then my godparents were going to come by, okay. I wait. I wait. The whole morning was gone, I decided to leave. I’m currently in Cedar Hill Missouri at Cup of Jo, coffees shop. One of the workers is a neighbor. His daddy shot a deer off our property this AM. Cos it’s neighborly to let them hunt on our property.

Anyhoo, so I finally LEAVE my house, giving up on the godparents and then they arrive at 11:30 AM. Technically, that’s morning. Erm…to a farm girl, that’s noon. The day is half gone!

So, I’m on-line and not writing.

If actually interested in unedited drivel, search tags: nanowrimo, excerpt/s, unedited

I have to start writing now!

excerpts, yes … it’s ridiculous

What did you write today? I wrote 5,000 words or so of fiction -granted, it’s crap in the past two days and worked a day job. Nyah!

Ko’tem watched the members of his flock’s faces as Zsa’tor spoke. His stomach churned. What seemed so clear scant moments earlier, that they had been done a terrible wrong and must be avenged, now grew bigger. When it was himself, going back to his nest to retrieve the coat of arms he had won so recently when proving himself an adult, he sped forward. He went directly to the coat of arms, buried under a mat of woven reeds with dried grasses upon it. He dove in and recovered the coat of arms and began strapping it on, as he had seen so many adults do during his life: for officiating mated pairs, for naming ceremonies, for death rituals.

Never had he seen his people go to war. They lived in the swamps and marshes. They stayed in the mud fields, where no Catawbian could bother himself to enter. It was easy to put on the coat of arms. He knew how to do it and the heft of it felt good, felt safe and secure. He felt powerful. He was a man.

Now, he stood side by side with the old man, the wise father. It was the leader of his flock who embraced him. Zsa’tor had not questioned him or berated him even though he had disrespectfully approached the old man and made a demand that would affect his whole flock.

He felt like a boy and he was only so glad to stand in the shadow of the old man.

instant karma-ish

Christine

Ex-Vox’hoodies may remember me talking about the freak -husband of a coworker who acted like he was trying to run me down in the car park…for YEARS?

I’m not the first woman he did this to, either. A girl named Becky -no longer works here is who he started with as far as I know. It’s sort of hard to describe but just picture any scene from Christine.

We’re not talking about funning around or joking. I reported it, as did Becky. The company said, “Him? He’s no bother to anyone.”

My.Arse.

I’m not saying he was trying to kill us. He was getting off on intimidating us. Anyway, he has gone so far as to run up on a curb when I tried to jump over it. He’d drop off his wife and then sit in the dark, empty car park and wait until he got to do this and then he’d leave.

Oddly, the wife started driving herself to work after I let everyone know that I videoed myself going into work everyday.

Anyway, here’s the deal:

creepy

Guess who got run the f over by a car and is in intensive care?

Dickhead.

So, while I do not wish harm and pain on anybody, if there is anyone who deserves to be run over, it’s that ahole who jerked off whilst scaring women for the past 15 years that I know of…probably longer.

 

Ideas for these?

My immediate idea was chocolate cupcakes with these tucked in the middle of each “cake” as a surprise but there must be something better…

Cookie Monster: “Me know. Me have problem.”

-one of my favorite old shares from Vox; today, I deleted around one-thousand posts–so not kidding. It covers 2.75 years of posts, leaving only “by request” or stuff that represents my life — usually for the worst but hey, it’s me and old Cookie Monster

cookie monster

Cookie Monster searches deep within himself and asks: is me really monster?

by Andy F. Bryan

Check out the link; it’s grand!

 

10

take 10

-10 things that most people can’t say about themselves

• Voted for four different political parties

• Knocked out two men with my bare fists (separate instances).

• Lived for a year without a television set.

• Eaten dolphin, not dolphin-fish but Flipper.  When I found out, I cried a little.

• Eaten horse; it’s delicious.

• Eaten squirrel brains;  they’re pretty much like pork brains but smaller.

• David Crosby asked what song he could play for me when I was seventeen. I’m sure he does that everywhere but respective to population, I’m one of the few.

• Had a gun and a knife pulled on me (not fights, purely getting jacked).  I froze with the gun and I scared the crap out of the guy with the knife.  He stepped off.

• Paid their own flipping way through university without co-signers or anything.  I’ll always be pissed off about that — even with full academic scholarships, I had to indebt myself for about $20,000 with a federal loan at a 10% rate.  The mob’s rate is lower.  Of course, if you slip up it’s easier going with the feds.

• Any number of types farm-work (including implements using draft animals) that hasn’t been done since the 1800s because that’s when they settled in an isolated area and didn’t bother venturing out til 1968.

Rudolph o poly

Pretty violent, eh? Heh. Well, I didn’t think you’d care that my favorite boardgame is Rudolph-o-poly.

not your cup of tea?!

Respect my au-thor-i-ty!

Think Chalene Johnson hits it on the head here:

Get very good at being
exactly who you are.

-Rodney King and I really want you to at least pretend to get along…wonder if I’ll ever let it sink in that it’s okay if people don’t like you for being you…and by that I mean me for being me?