Yesterday my daughter ran away to chase her dream (being a rock star) even though she can’t sing or play. She’s barely fifteen, and apparently she’s headed to California. All her friends seem as surprised as I am.
All I can think is she found a “helpful” new friend who offered to get her to California. I’m so scared I can barely see straight.
EDIT: SHE IS HOME SAFE. 1/19/14
This is Hope, picking out a $40 pumpkin. Click on any picture to see it better.
Here she is on our way to DisneyWorld last year.
Here she is with Wendy and Richard Pini a couple years ago.
Hair color, obviously, subject to change. When last I saw her it was black, with brown roots. She had cut it herself. She has gauges in both ears. She may be carrying a full-size acoustic guitar with a neckstrap I crocheted for her.
It’s been thirty-six hours. Her phone is off, and she hasn’t checked her Facebook though her iPod is capable.
Dear God, just bring her home safe.
Holy robot-building cats, this has been a week.
Swear I’ll get on with the Shelfie Challenge soon, and the editing, and the babbling about things random and not. It’s a busy week but I’m getting things under control (I hope) and I’ll be back soon!
In the meantime, check out this awesome version of Adam Lambert’s “Runnin’.” It’s acoustic! He’s so freaking amazing.
So way back in 2011, I posted my manifesto. I put it in a document, picked out fonts I liked, and posted it around my house on purple paper.
As with many things we see every day, eventually I barely noticed it. However, Erin Zarro is doing a Year of No Fear, and I want to join in, so I guess it’s time to revisit that.
1. To WRITE, not play on the internet. I have not been doing so hot at this. One of the things I’ll be doing today or tomorrow is adjusting my Internet Blocking Programs to deal with this.
2. To WRITE, not clean, so stay on top of stuff. This either. Over the past year the house has probably averaged better than in the past, but I still am surrounded by chaos at this very moment, because my bedroom has been trashed due to Christmas since well before Christmas.
3. To sell books and become independent, so promote. All of TDP is rededicating to this. One of those things we knew but didn’t know when we got into this was that there’s no marketing department. We’ve got to toot our own horns because no one is paying professionals to do it for us.
4. Be healthier, wear smaller clothes, and hike to Machu Picchu. Yeahhhh…
5. To have all the fun ever, so stop spending. I got a newer car! This does not cut down on the spending. Truth is, though, that I’m doing better on this. We’re even learning to cook at home. Bit by bit we’re doing some of the larger things we always want to do (like go to Yuma for an internet-friends meet-up) instead of blowing all the money on the smaller impulses.
These goals, however, are pretty vague. So though my papers stay up (I do notice them occasionally) I’m going to be a little more specific. And I’m going to narrow my focus.
In 2014, I want to pay down my two credit cards, and set aside a bit of emergency savings. Since I’m also planning to move and, lucky me, go on vacation, we’ll just have to see how that’s going to work out.
On the fitness front, I’m going to start small, since changing everything (surprisingly) didn’t work. So I’ll try to eat more veggies and fruit, and try to get a wee bit more exercise.
As for the house, I am going to recommit to the Flylady way. This month I’ll be following the
hobbit habit of the month and keeping my sink clear.
So. Let’s see how it goes, shall we? What are you focusing on in this new year?
And to all a good night.
Tonight we ate at our kitchen table, potato soup that I made in my new Christmas crockpot (opened early, sue me.) It was delicious. The kid was a pain in the butt as she’s been so much lately, but it was still nice. After we watched A Muppet Christmas Carol and after that we worked together to prep breakfast and then to clean up the kitchen, singing carols as we did.
It was really, really nice.
So the kid’s room is trashed because we’re in the middle of a major clean and that’s what happens when you clean majorly–it all gets messed up. My room is also trashed, because it’s the only place to put the overflow. There’s laundry in the washing machine and laundry in the dryer and laundry in baskets in her room and mine. Possibly I shouldn’t have undertaken this when we have the Christmas tree blocking the front door and taking up an eighth of the living room, but whatever. There’s not laundry in the kitchen, at least at the moment.
Now I have to finish my 750 words while I wait for the kid to actually fall asleep so I can play Santa one more time for this Christmas, stuffing the stockings and putting out the presents wrapped in the special Santa paper. Oh, and eating the cookies and drinking the eggnog. I’m not touching that celery she left for the reindeer, though. She did Ants on a Log, and I don’t like celery or raisins and she didn’t WASH the celery before she started, so I won’t be touching that peanut butter either.
So off I go. On this blessed night, I wish you peace and joy.
It’s vacation, it’s vacation! Two weeks of winter break, here at last! I’m the hap-happiest girl in the whole USA…
Okay, I’ll stop singing. But seriously. I need this break so bad. I thought I was gonna shrivel up and die before we made it, but we finally all got out of there. The grades are out, the place is in good shape. All the plants watered and left to grow in peace (or more like, hibernate.)
I’ve got so much to dooooo…I want to make a list. And then I want to Do It All. All the things!
Yeah, I pretty much always plan that for vacation. And do I do things? Mostly not. But that’s okay too. Vacation should include a lot of turning your brain to vegetable matter, should it not?
Plan for tomorrow– walk dogs at the Humane Society, possibly duck into Starbucks to use one of my new gift cards, then over to the dear friend’s to wrap some presents while we chat like we haven’t done in ages. Sunday we’ll go to a friend’s Yule party if I can find the directions or if I lost the directions but still have her number in my old phone.
Into the whirl of social gaiety, I need to fit some editing. Actually, a lot of editing. I want to get my first NaNo, my Taro and Rafe in the wilderness mystery, straightened up enough to let other people read it.† It needs a HELLUVA lot of work, and I don’t know that I’ll have much time to work on it in the new semester.
Oh. Got a B for Spanish 201. I had been barely holding onto an A, but then I decided that it would be foolish to put myself through the stress and unreasoning anxiety of the oral final. I was nearly at the point of crawling under my bed every time I thought about it, so instead I just skipped it. A B is quite good enough. The point is to learn the language, after all, not wow people with my grades.
†Project subject to change. Because I do that.
Do you have that extra piece of furniture in your room? You know the one. In most of my bedrooms it’s been a chair. Once it was a desk, and another time just the top of my dresser, but it’s always there. In this bedroom, it’s my bed.
Under that picture is the end of my daybed, with a railing high enough to hold all that stuff even when I slide my feet under it in the night.
I like a neat bedroom. Especially with my writing desk in here, I spend a lot of time in this room. It needs to be comfortable, and minimally distracting so I can write. It needs to be restful so I can sleep. Keeping my room clean is one of the few housekeeping techniques I generally feel I’ve mastered–put things away when I’m done. Do a little each day. Vacuum as soon as my carpet starts looking like it needs it. My kid has been known to complain that she can’t keep her room “perfect” like mine.
She hasn’t had that complaint lately.
I was thinking this morning that the pile on my bed is a good barometer for how my life is going, much like the pile on my desk only more sensitive. My desk stays pretty clear unless all hell is indeed breaking loose. It has to–I just have too much work to do at my desk to let it get all cluttered up. Many times I have stuff I should be dealing with stuffed into cubbies and folders for later, but the desk itself remains clear to a point.
Not so the bed. That’s just clothes. Nothing will get ruined by my leaving it there, and when I’m at my desk it’s behind me and I can’t see it so it’s fine.
There’s the coat I hauled out for a cold morning, and for some reason didn’t put away. There’s the hat, worn for a bad hair day, didn’t put it away. Fingerless gloves on top of the pile–I’m having a cold morning so those are now on my hands. There’s the shrug I bought because it was fuzzy ($3 at a thrift store, worth it!) and the straps of my pretty bag I carry as a book bag when my purse is too small. I think I put it there because there’s something I need to deal with in there.
Underneath it all, camouflaged and lying in wait, is Skidoo, the colossal rainbow squid. And, of course, there are cats lounging in the sun, but I didn’t put them there and I won’t be moving them. Yes, I didn’t even make my bed this morning. Not my fault–there were cats on it when I came back from making coffee.
I don’t even know how my bed reached this point. I swear I cleared it off last Sunday, so how am I there again already?
Whatever. I know what I need to do today. That pile is just ridiculous. I’ll add it to To-Do list.
At least when I’m writing a to-do list, I’m writing SOMETHING?
Oh, and editing goes on the To-Do list as well. Rants on that subject are imminent, I’m sure.
So life goes on. A bit of the sparkle is gone, but so is a lot of stress. I have a ton of things to do still, but I no longer need to stress about putting NaNo aside to do them–or about putting off more legitimate needs in order to self-indulgently NaNo. I actually read a book the other day! (His Majesty’s Dragon, and I very much enjoyed it.)
Final project is coming up in Spanish, and I’m trying to work up the courage to sign up for my oral final. I hate the oral finals, guys. Really hate them.
Went to the Humane Society to pet a kitty tonight. Yes, I have three cats at home. This was different. We were socializing some of the more reluctant kitties, because no one comes into the cat room and goes “I want that one, the one crouched down in the litterbox hissing at me.” Because scared cats hide in any box they can, you see. So anyway. I spent an hour talking baby talk to a lovely blue tabby who eventually let me stroke her with a feather (less stress for her, less chance of bites for me!) and finally let me scritch behind her ears before I left. I’ll go see her again Thursday if I can swing it.
What else? Today we were testing at my school. That means there’s a three hour block where the kids don’t get to go anywhere or do anything but test, and the teachers are all busy with that and unable to ask me for anything. So we in the office actually got a lot done. It was marvelous. We’ll be testing once more tomorrow, but then Thursday and Friday the kids get free dress, so the chaos then should make up for the calm two days.
Once I get the final project draft turned in (Friday) I’ll get back to Taro and Rafe like I said I would.
Still wondering just how and when my life got so busy. I want to take two classes next semester (got my eye on an anthropology course), but I’m just not sure how I’d find the time!
And with completion of this blog post, along with part of my final project I typed in 750words, I’ve got a 274-day streak. Steve the Pterodactyl remains mine.