I had a whole post written up and I just deleted it. It was long and rambling and didn't stay on topic for long (the story of my life). Grammatically, it wasn't very good. So I got rid of it.
But...so, this is my blog. If I feel like rambling and using poor grammar skills, then so be it. lol You're getting whatever is coming off the top of my head, guys. I don't really have the motivation right now to try and figure out a series of important things I'd like to cover, so I'm just going to roam around.
My hands are cold. This house is about as well insulated as that cheap 12 dollar cooler we got at Dollar General a couple years ago. It keeps ice frozen for about 1 day- if it's not too hot and you're lucky. Now, our rent is low, so I honestly can't complain too much, but I'll be danged if I'm not tired of having a breeze blow on me every time I sit down somewhere.
Onto the topic of a house. It's super depressing that I'm 37 and I still rent an apartment. Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever be able to afford a house of our own and then I think about all the student debt we're trying to pay off and the answer is a clear and resounding "No, not in this lifetime." lol
I tried therapy this year. For two whole sessions. I didn't really like the guy at all. I got a letter in the mail the other day that they discharged me because I never called to schedule and appointment. Fair enough, I guess. I'm not 12. I shouldn't need a babysitter, but they never tried calling me even once to schedule an appointment.
I'd like to try with someone maybe a little bit nicer? This guy...I mean, he might have been great for other people, but...I didn't want to tell him anything about myself. I don't really trust people to begin with and within 10 minutes of brusquely asking me questions I was not comfortable with, he's telling me that if I don't confide in him, I might just as well not bother coming. Is that really what you're supposed to tell someone with depression and anxiety? I don't know. Maybe the whole therapy thing just isn't for me. Maybe I'm too stupid to figure out how it works. *shrug* I'm doing okay right now, so that's something.
This is off topic, but I love pajamas. I love everything about them. They're soft, cozy, they're made of really comfy material. Yep. There's just something about jammies that makes me happy. I wish I had a huge closer and could amass a fantastic stash of them! As it is right now, I've got a good sized drawer full, but it's not enough...and never will be. lol All of the pajamas for me! Except fleece. Those are forged in hell by Satan himself. Static-ridden and ridiculously hot. Ugh. No. lol
And fleece sheets?? Yikes. Talk about static. You'd wake up with your hair completely sucked to your pillow. Or you'd be woken up every time you moved, because you'd get shocked. I have the same loathing in my heart for micro-fiber sheets. Nope.
It's Wednesday night and I haven't written anything yet.
By now, I should at least have a rough outline of what I'm doing for this week's prompt on tumblr. I should be finished with the last chapter of the Content story. :( I started off so so well with that.
I have 19 chapters published. I had the 20th chapter written, then I decided I wanted to change the end because I wanted to do a sequel story, and I re-wrote 19 and started 20 but never finished it. It's kind of like...I'm going to mess it up. What I need to do is sit my bit butt down and write the damn thing. When I open it and try to write, it seems like whatever I write is absolute and utter crap. I feel bad for the people waiting and waiting for the end. It sucks to let people down. I'd posted every single week, on time, up till the end of August, when I posted 19. And now...nothing. It's really frustrating and disappointing.
I'm using the prompts as an excuse. It's wrong.
I should probably be writing right now...lol
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
What to write?
I started this blog because I felt like I have things to share sometimes...
The problem is- I have a tough time discerning what to write and what not to write. My life as a whole is pretty mundane. I'd like to think it's a bit more fun and glamorous than it is, but...yeah, it's not. lol
So...writing.
I'm not great at it- writing, that is. I wish I was...I love reading and I do enjoy writing, but if I am honest with myself, it's not all that good. I don't have one of those minds that can keep track of complex plot, pepper my story with interesting and seldom used (but commonly known) words, or describe what characters are feeling. I'm a bit bummed about it, really. I'm going to keep doing it, and keep trying, just because I like it, but still. Part of me will always be disappointed that I'm just average.
So...vacation.
We're leaving on Saturday for Florida. In typical Mandy fashion, I am a combination of excited, terrified, sick, and wanting to cry over the whole ordeal. If you know me, you'll know that I deal with a healthy dose of anxiety pretty much every day of my life. I don't use any medication to cope with it, although sometimes I feel like I should. I did at one point in time, but I was unhappy with the side effects that went along with it. So, I do what I always do, tell myself to "suck it up" and "make it work" and I get by.
That sounded complain-y. I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's more like Jack Webb. "Just the facts, ma'am."
So, anyway....Florida. Yes. Warmth, sunshine, I'm meeting a friend, we're going on an air boat ride, and I'm planning on spending some quality time in the pools and floating like a beached whale on the lazy river. And cupcakes...because my friend makes some pretty amazing cupcakes, from what I hear.
I just washed the dishes and am rewarding myself with a cup of tea. It's not just any tea. It's Nine tea, based on my favorite Doctor from the tv series Doctor Who. It's described as "A bit darker, more intense brew than the others, but still with a surprising amount of sweetness, considering the contents." Gunpowder, chestnut, Irish breakfast, aniseed, and cinnamon bits
It's seriously amazing and probably the best tea I've ever had the privilege to drink. If you've an interest in trying it (or trying any number of amazing fandom inspired teas), check out adagio. Here's a link to the Nine tea. I've tried a number of blends and the 10th Doctor blend is super yummy too, as well as another Ninth Doctor tea. Both of the Rose teas have been a bit too floral for my taste, but still lovely in their own way. Basically, if you like tea and if you've got a fandom you're a part of, you're probably going to find something you like at adagio. Seriously.
Mel asked for numbers 1-26 of made up facts, but I don't want to spoil you all at once! Here are the first 5, which were definitely not just made up off the top of my head right now. Nope. Definitely not.
Made up (by me) fact #1- My tees-shirts are all best friends and cheer each other on as they get picked to be worn.
#2- The socks in "the orphanage" are sad and lonely and miss their mates. They bond together with the other lost socks, but things aren't the same until they are paired back up. :(
#3- The airbags and seatbelts get all the safety glory in the automotive industry, but the mudflaps on my car are also an unsung hero, protecting others from stones, mud, and water spray.
#4- Potholes occur on motorways because even though the road is a smooth cohesive unit, it is made up of smaller parts- these parts sometimes become aggravated with each other and argue. On occasion, certain rocks will band together and defect from the roadway, leaving a hole in their wake.
#5- Some day I will do something extraordinary. :)
I think that's all for tonight, friends. I hope you are well.
The problem is- I have a tough time discerning what to write and what not to write. My life as a whole is pretty mundane. I'd like to think it's a bit more fun and glamorous than it is, but...yeah, it's not. lol
So...writing.
I'm not great at it- writing, that is. I wish I was...I love reading and I do enjoy writing, but if I am honest with myself, it's not all that good. I don't have one of those minds that can keep track of complex plot, pepper my story with interesting and seldom used (but commonly known) words, or describe what characters are feeling. I'm a bit bummed about it, really. I'm going to keep doing it, and keep trying, just because I like it, but still. Part of me will always be disappointed that I'm just average.
So...vacation.
We're leaving on Saturday for Florida. In typical Mandy fashion, I am a combination of excited, terrified, sick, and wanting to cry over the whole ordeal. If you know me, you'll know that I deal with a healthy dose of anxiety pretty much every day of my life. I don't use any medication to cope with it, although sometimes I feel like I should. I did at one point in time, but I was unhappy with the side effects that went along with it. So, I do what I always do, tell myself to "suck it up" and "make it work" and I get by.
That sounded complain-y. I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's more like Jack Webb. "Just the facts, ma'am."
So, anyway....Florida. Yes. Warmth, sunshine, I'm meeting a friend, we're going on an air boat ride, and I'm planning on spending some quality time in the pools and floating like a beached whale on the lazy river. And cupcakes...because my friend makes some pretty amazing cupcakes, from what I hear.
I just washed the dishes and am rewarding myself with a cup of tea. It's not just any tea. It's Nine tea, based on my favorite Doctor from the tv series Doctor Who. It's described as "A bit darker, more intense brew than the others, but still with a surprising amount of sweetness, considering the contents." Gunpowder, chestnut, Irish breakfast, aniseed, and cinnamon bits
It's seriously amazing and probably the best tea I've ever had the privilege to drink. If you've an interest in trying it (or trying any number of amazing fandom inspired teas), check out adagio. Here's a link to the Nine tea. I've tried a number of blends and the 10th Doctor blend is super yummy too, as well as another Ninth Doctor tea. Both of the Rose teas have been a bit too floral for my taste, but still lovely in their own way. Basically, if you like tea and if you've got a fandom you're a part of, you're probably going to find something you like at adagio. Seriously.
Mel asked for numbers 1-26 of made up facts, but I don't want to spoil you all at once! Here are the first 5, which were definitely not just made up off the top of my head right now. Nope. Definitely not.
Made up (by me) fact #1- My tees-shirts are all best friends and cheer each other on as they get picked to be worn.
#2- The socks in "the orphanage" are sad and lonely and miss their mates. They bond together with the other lost socks, but things aren't the same until they are paired back up. :(
#3- The airbags and seatbelts get all the safety glory in the automotive industry, but the mudflaps on my car are also an unsung hero, protecting others from stones, mud, and water spray.
#4- Potholes occur on motorways because even though the road is a smooth cohesive unit, it is made up of smaller parts- these parts sometimes become aggravated with each other and argue. On occasion, certain rocks will band together and defect from the roadway, leaving a hole in their wake.
#5- Some day I will do something extraordinary. :)
I think that's all for tonight, friends. I hope you are well.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Happy Halloween!
Hey everyone,
I hope you all had an enjoyable Halloween! It's always fun seeing the kiddos dressed up and let's face it, sometimes it's fun to dress up as an adult, too. The only think I'm sad about this Halloween is that I didn't hear "The Monster Mash" on the radio. I mean, come on! It's a classic!
Not much else has transpired this week. I dressed up at Rose Tyler for our work Halloween Party and I had a fantastic time doing so, even though only 2 people knew who I was without me having to first tell them, and then explaining who Rose was. lol Perfectly okay- I know not everyone watches Doctor Who. :)
This is a photo from one of the trial runs. I know I don't look anything like Billie Piper, who played Rose, but I did want to attempt to get as close to the look regarding makeup/hair as I could. I've got bangs and those don't just grow out in a few weeks, no matter how much I would have liked them too, so...not much I can do about that. We don't really have similar facial features, her eyes are brown, mine are blue, face shape, not to mention the fact that she's a slim gal and I'm...well, I'm not. That being said, here's my attempt:
I did a much better job with the hair on the actual day- I actually got it kind of like pieced yet slightly curled like she had on the show. I was pretty happy about that.
Anyway...
I've been doing some writing on my story lately- sometimes the words come easily and sometimes I struggle to write a few sentences. Literally. One night I sat here and edited and re-read what I had and I advanced the story by a whole three sentences just because I didn't know how/where I wanted the story to go. I have roughly 110 pages down right now, and for me, that's a big high five and slap on the back. With the whole ADD thing, it's pretty hard for me to be able to focus on something like this for as long as I have, and as I mentioned before, I'm not exactly a prolific writer. I've been working on this story for months now, and it'll likely be another couple months before it's finished.
I have a general idea of where I want things to end up, and specific points I'd like to hit along the way, but the rest is just...making it up as I go along. I'm not sure if that's how actual writers do it, or not, but hey. I'm doing this for fun, not for anything else. If it's wrong, too bad. :P
Do you ever wonder how you view the world in comparison to how others view it? I'm always curious about what other people think...about how they process information, and about how they come to form their opinions and draw their own conclusions.
I'm just nosy, maybe. Who knows? :)
I hope you all had an enjoyable Halloween! It's always fun seeing the kiddos dressed up and let's face it, sometimes it's fun to dress up as an adult, too. The only think I'm sad about this Halloween is that I didn't hear "The Monster Mash" on the radio. I mean, come on! It's a classic!
Not much else has transpired this week. I dressed up at Rose Tyler for our work Halloween Party and I had a fantastic time doing so, even though only 2 people knew who I was without me having to first tell them, and then explaining who Rose was. lol Perfectly okay- I know not everyone watches Doctor Who. :)
This is a photo from one of the trial runs. I know I don't look anything like Billie Piper, who played Rose, but I did want to attempt to get as close to the look regarding makeup/hair as I could. I've got bangs and those don't just grow out in a few weeks, no matter how much I would have liked them too, so...not much I can do about that. We don't really have similar facial features, her eyes are brown, mine are blue, face shape, not to mention the fact that she's a slim gal and I'm...well, I'm not. That being said, here's my attempt:
Anyway...
I've been doing some writing on my story lately- sometimes the words come easily and sometimes I struggle to write a few sentences. Literally. One night I sat here and edited and re-read what I had and I advanced the story by a whole three sentences just because I didn't know how/where I wanted the story to go. I have roughly 110 pages down right now, and for me, that's a big high five and slap on the back. With the whole ADD thing, it's pretty hard for me to be able to focus on something like this for as long as I have, and as I mentioned before, I'm not exactly a prolific writer. I've been working on this story for months now, and it'll likely be another couple months before it's finished.
I have a general idea of where I want things to end up, and specific points I'd like to hit along the way, but the rest is just...making it up as I go along. I'm not sure if that's how actual writers do it, or not, but hey. I'm doing this for fun, not for anything else. If it's wrong, too bad. :P
Do you ever wonder how you view the world in comparison to how others view it? I'm always curious about what other people think...about how they process information, and about how they come to form their opinions and draw their own conclusions.
I'm just nosy, maybe. Who knows? :)
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Honesty
I've been thinking...
That can be bad- or it can be good. But I want to get this down in writing, because people misunderstand or they misinterpret...
I am critical. I know my flaws. (Well, most of them, anyway.)
So when I post a photo, I already see everything awful about it. I see the mole on my face, the way my nose looks big, my eyelids are starting to sag, the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes. I see not just the double chin, but the beginnings of sagging skin. I see the fine, unruly hair, the red dot above my left eye, the white dot under my left eye. I see everything because I am me. I am critical and I am me. And, because I don't think you're stupid, I assume you see those things too.
So, here's the deal. It's hard, when you look at yourself the way I do, to post a photo. I was never super attractive to begin with. I know that. I'm not stupid and I'm not blind, and no, thanks very much, I'm not just being hard on myself. I'm looking at myself the same way I'd look at anyone else. I know what beauty looks like, and it ain't me.
This isn't a rant to tell you all how ugly I am. It's me trying really really hard to explain why I say the things I do.
It's because people are mean. People are assholes. I'm one of those people. I'm judgemental. I know when someone's not looking great. I'm not going to say anything, but I can see. So, if I jump the gun and call myself out on looking utterly pathetic, that's a +1 for me, right?
That's how I see it, anyway. At least I've got the sense and the logic to just go right out there and say, "Look, I know I'm not the best looking person on earth, but hey. This is what you're getting. Deal with it."
So...that's why I am the way I am. Sorry. But not really.
This post sounds bitter. lol I'm not really bitter. I just can't explain things easily to people. They don't understand. I'm trying to help. I don't know if it helped or not, but it made me feel a little better.
Moral of the story- it's best to not try and compliment me. Okay?
Great!
Let's move on!
That can be bad- or it can be good. But I want to get this down in writing, because people misunderstand or they misinterpret...
I am critical. I know my flaws. (Well, most of them, anyway.)
So when I post a photo, I already see everything awful about it. I see the mole on my face, the way my nose looks big, my eyelids are starting to sag, the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes. I see not just the double chin, but the beginnings of sagging skin. I see the fine, unruly hair, the red dot above my left eye, the white dot under my left eye. I see everything because I am me. I am critical and I am me. And, because I don't think you're stupid, I assume you see those things too.
So, here's the deal. It's hard, when you look at yourself the way I do, to post a photo. I was never super attractive to begin with. I know that. I'm not stupid and I'm not blind, and no, thanks very much, I'm not just being hard on myself. I'm looking at myself the same way I'd look at anyone else. I know what beauty looks like, and it ain't me.
This isn't a rant to tell you all how ugly I am. It's me trying really really hard to explain why I say the things I do.
It's because people are mean. People are assholes. I'm one of those people. I'm judgemental. I know when someone's not looking great. I'm not going to say anything, but I can see. So, if I jump the gun and call myself out on looking utterly pathetic, that's a +1 for me, right?
That's how I see it, anyway. At least I've got the sense and the logic to just go right out there and say, "Look, I know I'm not the best looking person on earth, but hey. This is what you're getting. Deal with it."
So...that's why I am the way I am. Sorry. But not really.
This post sounds bitter. lol I'm not really bitter. I just can't explain things easily to people. They don't understand. I'm trying to help. I don't know if it helped or not, but it made me feel a little better.
Moral of the story- it's best to not try and compliment me. Okay?
Great!
Let's move on!
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Why popsicles make me think of the Rolling Stones...
Hey there,
It's been awhile, I know. I wish I could say that there was a great reason, but honestly it's just because I'm having a hard time coming up with something to say to you all.
My life is pretty routine, and therefore, tends to be rather boring. The most exciting thing that's happened this week is that I found like 8 solid paragraphs I completely forgot I'd written tucked away in my email that fits in nicely with Chapter 6 of the story I'm working on.
I had to have written it awhile ago as I'm working on Chapter 14 right now, but hey. I'll take a few bonus lines that cement the story together a little better.
It's so roasting hot in the house right now- I'm sorta desperate to go upstairs in the bedroom and write this, but it's hard to balance the keyboard and write effectively, so I think I'm staying put for the time being.
You know what's been troubling me lately? I feel like I don't have the time I need to get stuff done. And it's not true. I have plenty of time when I get home to cook supper and clean up, then sit down, write a bit, fiddle on the internet, and watch a little TV, if I'm in the mood. Here's the deal- I hate feeling rushed. When I'm on my own time, I like to have plenty of time to do things my way- which is probably pretty slow. It just makes me feel like I'm doing a thorough and proper job.
It's a different story all together, though, if the ADD is pulling me around. Then I can't help it and I jump around from one thing to the next, usually without ever accomplishing anything. lol For one reason or another, that doesn't make me feel frustrated- how can I get mad if I completely forget the first thing I was doing and rush on to the second?
At any rate, trying to reel this back in, when I get home lately, I feel so rushed and it's causing me to stop and not do anything. I hate it and it needs to stop. If anyone has any tips on how to deal with balking due to made up scenarios in my own mind, do let me know. lol
Did you ever wonder how many bugs you've killed with your car in your life? I'm betting it's a lot. Scrubbing their remains off the bumper remains one of my least favorite tasks. It's like as revenge for killing them, their bodies morph into some sort of pseudo titanium composite and firmly adhere themselves onto your vehicle. I guess you could say my Impala is a rolling cemetery.
It's getting to be that time of year when the katydids are out at night. It's pretty much the best noise in the whole world. I grew up in the country, so it's a very familiar and peaceful/comforting sound for me. You don't hear them much in town. Not that Nescopeck is much of a town, but it's enough to thwart the katydid invasion. If you grew up in town, or otherwise aren't sure what sounds katydids make, take a listen here.
I use a laptop for most of my computing stuff here at the house, but once in awhile, if I need to print something, I'll use the desktop in the 2nd bedroom. After using this for so long, along with my compact mouse, I feel like my hand is driving a Lincoln when I use the full size mouse upstairs. It's huge!!
Our tomatoes out back are huge and have officially taken over the entire area. I'll have to take a picture and show you. They're loaded with fruit (yay!!) and so far, no blossom end rot, so things are lookin' pretty good in my prosperous little dirt patch.
If you've never met me, and are just reading this because you stumbled through...I'd like for you to know that I'm much more entertaining in person. lol
Till next time,
Mandy
Oh- and the reason I think of the Rolling Stones every time I have a popsicle is because of my favorite flavor- cherry red, which naturally gets me singing "You Can't Always Get What You Want" because the soda Mick gets at the Chelsea drugstore is cherry red, too. Honestly, when I was a kid, I just called them red, but after I learned the lyrics to that song, every cherry popsicle *had* to be cherry red...because it's much more fun to say. :)
It's been awhile, I know. I wish I could say that there was a great reason, but honestly it's just because I'm having a hard time coming up with something to say to you all.
My life is pretty routine, and therefore, tends to be rather boring. The most exciting thing that's happened this week is that I found like 8 solid paragraphs I completely forgot I'd written tucked away in my email that fits in nicely with Chapter 6 of the story I'm working on.
I had to have written it awhile ago as I'm working on Chapter 14 right now, but hey. I'll take a few bonus lines that cement the story together a little better.
It's so roasting hot in the house right now- I'm sorta desperate to go upstairs in the bedroom and write this, but it's hard to balance the keyboard and write effectively, so I think I'm staying put for the time being.
You know what's been troubling me lately? I feel like I don't have the time I need to get stuff done. And it's not true. I have plenty of time when I get home to cook supper and clean up, then sit down, write a bit, fiddle on the internet, and watch a little TV, if I'm in the mood. Here's the deal- I hate feeling rushed. When I'm on my own time, I like to have plenty of time to do things my way- which is probably pretty slow. It just makes me feel like I'm doing a thorough and proper job.
It's a different story all together, though, if the ADD is pulling me around. Then I can't help it and I jump around from one thing to the next, usually without ever accomplishing anything. lol For one reason or another, that doesn't make me feel frustrated- how can I get mad if I completely forget the first thing I was doing and rush on to the second?
At any rate, trying to reel this back in, when I get home lately, I feel so rushed and it's causing me to stop and not do anything. I hate it and it needs to stop. If anyone has any tips on how to deal with balking due to made up scenarios in my own mind, do let me know. lol
Did you ever wonder how many bugs you've killed with your car in your life? I'm betting it's a lot. Scrubbing their remains off the bumper remains one of my least favorite tasks. It's like as revenge for killing them, their bodies morph into some sort of pseudo titanium composite and firmly adhere themselves onto your vehicle. I guess you could say my Impala is a rolling cemetery.
It's getting to be that time of year when the katydids are out at night. It's pretty much the best noise in the whole world. I grew up in the country, so it's a very familiar and peaceful/comforting sound for me. You don't hear them much in town. Not that Nescopeck is much of a town, but it's enough to thwart the katydid invasion. If you grew up in town, or otherwise aren't sure what sounds katydids make, take a listen here.
I use a laptop for most of my computing stuff here at the house, but once in awhile, if I need to print something, I'll use the desktop in the 2nd bedroom. After using this for so long, along with my compact mouse, I feel like my hand is driving a Lincoln when I use the full size mouse upstairs. It's huge!!
Our tomatoes out back are huge and have officially taken over the entire area. I'll have to take a picture and show you. They're loaded with fruit (yay!!) and so far, no blossom end rot, so things are lookin' pretty good in my prosperous little dirt patch.
If you've never met me, and are just reading this because you stumbled through...I'd like for you to know that I'm much more entertaining in person. lol
Till next time,
Mandy
Oh- and the reason I think of the Rolling Stones every time I have a popsicle is because of my favorite flavor- cherry red, which naturally gets me singing "You Can't Always Get What You Want" because the soda Mick gets at the Chelsea drugstore is cherry red, too. Honestly, when I was a kid, I just called them red, but after I learned the lyrics to that song, every cherry popsicle *had* to be cherry red...because it's much more fun to say. :)
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
July 15
I can't say that I have anything particularly interesting to talk about tonight, but it's July 15, and I have one measly blog post for the month up so far. I decided I'd best write something down, lest I grow lazy and don't update at all.
Scott bought me a new phone. Mine wasn't holding a charge quite as long anymore and it was desperately outdated so he went online and found me a nice replacement. It's a real phone- just like real people have. It's very nice, but I'm still not using it all that much. I don't know if you guys are all just used to texting with a digital keyboard, or what, but it seems like in order to type with any kind of accuracy, I'm going to need to have surgical finger reductions. Seriously, I think a toddler might be able to comfortably and easily type, but me and my giant sausage fingers aren't very accurate.
There's a watermelon on my stove. It's been here for two days and I haven't cut it up yet. I should probably get on that. On the other hand, not cutting up the watermelon is easier. ;) lol Am I freakin' bum or what? Wait- don't answer that, okay? I'd really rather not know.
This week I've been wanting to write a lot, but when I sit down, not much comes out. I'm lucky if I'm writing a paragraph or two per night. At this rate, this story I'm doing is going to be finished by the time I'm 67 years old. It's frustrating when you're trying so hard to expound and the words just don't come. Things will work out- they always do. It's just hard when I'm all gung-ho but can't get anything to come out.
It seems like the older I get, the more stupid I feel. Words that used to be a regular part of my vocabulary have gone on vacation and don't seem like they'll be back anytime soon. I'll read other things to try and awaken those sleepy parts of my brain, but it rarely helps. I don't like feeling dull, but that's the norm at the moment. Any suggestions on giving my brain a boost? I hate feeling stupid.
In other news, my car apparently has a huge target on it, because it is covered in bird crap. I haven't hit any birds recently, or offended them in some other manner, so it's either coincidence (probably not), or the birds, like people, are asses and want to pick on the fat girl. lol
I think I understand now why some women consider plastic surgery. I used to think that they were just vain and couldn't stand looking "just so". I talked with a friend about it tonight and I'm seeing some changes in my face- my skin is looking a bit different, my eyes have some lines around them...and it's a little bit scary.
I don't think these women are going through lots of procedures because they're being vain and finicky. I think they're a little bit afraid of looking in the mirror and not seeing the person they used to see. Whether you buy into it or not, our society really does place a lot of women's worth on the way they look. Naturally it's a little scary when you see things going downhill.
Men seem to get more rugged and better looking as they age, but (and this is only my opinion, of course) it seems like women are much more disposable. That's hard to deal with- even if you're like me and you've never really been attractive to begin with. I'm not necessarily saying that I buy into this, but each one of us is insecure. We all want to be accepted and loved for who we are. Who am I to judge someone who wants a little nip or tuck to feel happier about themselves?
I think that's where I'll end for tonight. I hope you're all doing well and enjoying your summer. I'll try to come up with something fun and exciting to blog about next time. We're going to Knoebel's this weekend with my parents, so perhaps I'll share a few photos and post about our time together.
Stay well, my friends.
Until next time,
Mandy
Scott bought me a new phone. Mine wasn't holding a charge quite as long anymore and it was desperately outdated so he went online and found me a nice replacement. It's a real phone- just like real people have. It's very nice, but I'm still not using it all that much. I don't know if you guys are all just used to texting with a digital keyboard, or what, but it seems like in order to type with any kind of accuracy, I'm going to need to have surgical finger reductions. Seriously, I think a toddler might be able to comfortably and easily type, but me and my giant sausage fingers aren't very accurate.
There's a watermelon on my stove. It's been here for two days and I haven't cut it up yet. I should probably get on that. On the other hand, not cutting up the watermelon is easier. ;) lol Am I freakin' bum or what? Wait- don't answer that, okay? I'd really rather not know.
This week I've been wanting to write a lot, but when I sit down, not much comes out. I'm lucky if I'm writing a paragraph or two per night. At this rate, this story I'm doing is going to be finished by the time I'm 67 years old. It's frustrating when you're trying so hard to expound and the words just don't come. Things will work out- they always do. It's just hard when I'm all gung-ho but can't get anything to come out.
It seems like the older I get, the more stupid I feel. Words that used to be a regular part of my vocabulary have gone on vacation and don't seem like they'll be back anytime soon. I'll read other things to try and awaken those sleepy parts of my brain, but it rarely helps. I don't like feeling dull, but that's the norm at the moment. Any suggestions on giving my brain a boost? I hate feeling stupid.
In other news, my car apparently has a huge target on it, because it is covered in bird crap. I haven't hit any birds recently, or offended them in some other manner, so it's either coincidence (probably not), or the birds, like people, are asses and want to pick on the fat girl. lol
I think I understand now why some women consider plastic surgery. I used to think that they were just vain and couldn't stand looking "just so". I talked with a friend about it tonight and I'm seeing some changes in my face- my skin is looking a bit different, my eyes have some lines around them...and it's a little bit scary.
I don't think these women are going through lots of procedures because they're being vain and finicky. I think they're a little bit afraid of looking in the mirror and not seeing the person they used to see. Whether you buy into it or not, our society really does place a lot of women's worth on the way they look. Naturally it's a little scary when you see things going downhill.
Men seem to get more rugged and better looking as they age, but (and this is only my opinion, of course) it seems like women are much more disposable. That's hard to deal with- even if you're like me and you've never really been attractive to begin with. I'm not necessarily saying that I buy into this, but each one of us is insecure. We all want to be accepted and loved for who we are. Who am I to judge someone who wants a little nip or tuck to feel happier about themselves?
I think that's where I'll end for tonight. I hope you're all doing well and enjoying your summer. I'll try to come up with something fun and exciting to blog about next time. We're going to Knoebel's this weekend with my parents, so perhaps I'll share a few photos and post about our time together.
Stay well, my friends.
Until next time,
Mandy
Monday, July 6, 2015
Organic Foods
I think most people look at a label, see "organic" and think something along the lines of:
"Hey, no chemicals! This is better for me and better for the environment!"
I grew up in the boonies. We had a garden. We used Sevin on our plants...because, if you didn't, you didn't end up with much...and then what you did have was riddled with either bugs or bug larvae. Not appetizing.
So, go ahead and enjoy your organic stuff. You see the organic sticker and see "better for me and the environment, I see the same sticker and think, "riddled with bugs and larvae".
I'll stick with the pesticides, thanks.
Speaking along the lines of produce, Scott and I took a walk at the Riverlands and over at Briar Creek Lake and came home with about 2 1/2 cups of black raspberries. I cooked them into a delicious quick bread tonight. If the summer progresses the way it has, there are going to be a nice crop of blackberries come mid-August...not to mention some pretty nice looking macs hanging from the tree by the road.
I can hear you now. "You go to public parks and pick berries and pick up apples off the ground???"
Yes, I do. No one else is picking them. It's a public park. It's free fruit. Yep, I'm taking it.
In truth, most of the apples aren't worth taking. They're small and usually pretty wormy. (Read: organic) I have made applesauce before with them, but by the time you're done cutting out all the wormy bits, there's precious little apple left. My favorite apples to make applesauce with are Cortlands and Macs. You can't beat them!
Although, sometimes you'll get stuck with some Macs that don't want to cook down...but still, the flavor is the best.
I know it's the beginning of July, but I'm already kinda looking forward to fall.
So, on Friday, Scott and I took a trip down to Kutztown to the folk festival. I was going down to meet two ladies I know from a Dr. Who group on Facebook. We had such a fantastic time! I was so very glad to go and meet them and I do hope we'll be able to get together again sometime. We had a merry time chatting and giggling, and just being girls. And because Scott is the best, he didn't complain and bit. Heee's a good boy! :D
Up until this weekend, I'd been making pretty good progress on my story, then, all of a sudden, I've got nothing. Thirteen chapters in and I'm sorta stuck. I can't say that I'm worried about it, though. It'll come back. My desire to write hasn't gone away, just some good ideas on how I want to continue on. I just need to be patient...which I'm not all that good at.
Well, this isn't the longest post, but it's about 10:30 and I'm tired!
I hope you're all doing well and that you enjoyed a lovely Independence Day!
Till next time,
Mandy
"Hey, no chemicals! This is better for me and better for the environment!"
I grew up in the boonies. We had a garden. We used Sevin on our plants...because, if you didn't, you didn't end up with much...and then what you did have was riddled with either bugs or bug larvae. Not appetizing.
So, go ahead and enjoy your organic stuff. You see the organic sticker and see "better for me and the environment, I see the same sticker and think, "riddled with bugs and larvae".
I'll stick with the pesticides, thanks.
Speaking along the lines of produce, Scott and I took a walk at the Riverlands and over at Briar Creek Lake and came home with about 2 1/2 cups of black raspberries. I cooked them into a delicious quick bread tonight. If the summer progresses the way it has, there are going to be a nice crop of blackberries come mid-August...not to mention some pretty nice looking macs hanging from the tree by the road.
I can hear you now. "You go to public parks and pick berries and pick up apples off the ground???"
Yes, I do. No one else is picking them. It's a public park. It's free fruit. Yep, I'm taking it.
In truth, most of the apples aren't worth taking. They're small and usually pretty wormy. (Read: organic) I have made applesauce before with them, but by the time you're done cutting out all the wormy bits, there's precious little apple left. My favorite apples to make applesauce with are Cortlands and Macs. You can't beat them!
Although, sometimes you'll get stuck with some Macs that don't want to cook down...but still, the flavor is the best.
I know it's the beginning of July, but I'm already kinda looking forward to fall.
So, on Friday, Scott and I took a trip down to Kutztown to the folk festival. I was going down to meet two ladies I know from a Dr. Who group on Facebook. We had such a fantastic time! I was so very glad to go and meet them and I do hope we'll be able to get together again sometime. We had a merry time chatting and giggling, and just being girls. And because Scott is the best, he didn't complain and bit. Heee's a good boy! :D
Up until this weekend, I'd been making pretty good progress on my story, then, all of a sudden, I've got nothing. Thirteen chapters in and I'm sorta stuck. I can't say that I'm worried about it, though. It'll come back. My desire to write hasn't gone away, just some good ideas on how I want to continue on. I just need to be patient...which I'm not all that good at.
Well, this isn't the longest post, but it's about 10:30 and I'm tired!
I hope you're all doing well and that you enjoyed a lovely Independence Day!
Till next time,
Mandy
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