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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Fun Committee, Tailgate Parties and Writing

The “Fun Committee” thought it’d be grand to have a tailgate party. It’s a cute idea and when you have nearly sixty plus people in one location, at first glance, it appears like fun. I looked up recipes for a few weeks trying to find something creative and different to bring to the party. I asked around to see what others were doing. Everyone informed me they were bringing chips or dip. At a real tailgate party, that’s probably what people bring, but we aren’t at a real tailgate party. I was hoping for a little more fun and inspiration, but all there was on the table was chips, donuts and cookies. I’ll eat chips. I like them when we go out for Mexican food, but I’m not a big chip eater in general. Emory and I don’t buy them. I can’t even say when I really craved them last, so it was a disappointment. Donuts are good, but usually not something I crave after A.M. turns to P.M. and the store bought cookies must’ve been on an easy to grab shelf, because a lot of the same kind were brought. Over all, I don’t think anyone really wanted to be involved with the tailgate party.

One of the ladies I frequently see is trying to raise money for her child’s sports. For schools and sports, they partner with businesses to sell things and then get a percentage. Lately it’s been cookie sales that I’ve seen in the last couple of years for bands and sports events. She was hitting everyone up and I love those little magazines though everything is inflated 3x and the band/sports only get like 5% from it. I still did it though. I put myself down for snickerdoodles, which is the best of the best type of cookie in my eyes. I love them so much. What did these cookies cost me? $16. That’s why I only ordered 1 container (36 cookies). In this house hold, they aren’t going to last long. Usually when someone orders something, they order a few.

Speaking of which, I think there are still chocolate chip cookie dough in the freezer. I should check that out.

Writing Update:

HBA: 84/148 pages edited

Friday, September 12, 2014

Costumes and Shopping

Halloween shopping starts at the end of August. The school supplies get pulled and Halloween gets put up. I really like Target, but the last couple of years I noticed that they don’t really sell adult costumes at my local store. Last year, I didn’t see anything for adults and a sign said to shop online for adult costumes. I started looking online and they have the female fleet outfit for Star Trek 1960’s! I was debating sewing my costume, but that’s a lot of time and, let’s face it, a talent I don’t really possess. I’m so excited that they have the costume. I don’t really need it for Halloween, but I wouldn’t mind having it for the comic conventions I like to go to.
I’m also looking for a TARDIS dress. I found them online at Hot Topic. I actually found a lot of Doctor Who stuff online, so now I’m sure I need a cookie jar that lights up, a lamp that has flashing images, a mug that has a disappearing reappearing TARDIS depending on the temperature of my drink, a T.A.R.D.I.S. wallet and hat. So my search started off looking for a dress.
I need to finish gathering stuff for my Betty Boop and Olive Oil (Popeye) outfits. Outfits are a little hard to shop for in Arizona, because you never know how cold it actually will be. I know a few times in late October, early November, it’s warm enough for shorts. I’m looking at all these super cute costumes, all fuzzy and long sleeves and thinking, “Yeah, way too hot for out here.” I love fuzzy, long sleeve things but I might only get to use them for a week in the winter.
I need to look for some clothes I can zombie-fy. If Emory and I want to do the zombie race, we can apply to be zombies and chase runners. There are three parts to it. I think I’d like to be in the maze, but my mom mentioned the chances of getting hit in the face by a startled runner, so maybe doing the outside run will be better. It sounds like a blast! I need to see which friends said they wanted to do this. We get a free tent space, and I have a tent! I don’t know how to make it work, and I’m not sure Emory does either since he’s not the outdoor sports type. Still, need to check that out. I don’t think I have too much planned for the month, otherwise.

Monday, September 08, 2014

Drones, Ice Challenge and Writing

Carol and I were taking our morning walk when she says, “That looks like a drone.” I’m looking across the parking lot for something out of Star Wars. I don’t see anything. I look up when I realize her attention is at the sky. There is a little mini helicopter contraption, a drone, floating over the parking lot. I’m tempted to wave when she mentions, “Oh, the ice challenge is today. Where are the news vans?” We come around the corner and there is a line of people in tank tops and sport gear with blue buckets in front of them. They go down like the “wave” (baseball term), dumping water over their own heads. Carol mentions, “That would be the worse.” Me: “Yeah, Danne cried when she had to dump water over her head for the challenge.” Carol mentions “Can you just fill a water glass and dump it over your head?” Hmm. Clever.
It was exciting watching the line of people dumping water over their heads. There was so much positive, exciting energy outside, watching the group do it and run down to the next group to watch the last person dump water. It was wonderful and though Carol and I weren’t expecting to witness it, I think we both soaked in the excitement and brought it back inside with us.
I’ve been watching Doctor Who from the beginning, which I believe is the 1972 start of the series. The first two seasons is in black and white. I didn’t realize immediately when the third series was in color. Emory’s brother found the early seasons too slow so we went in it unsure how we’d feel. The story does have a long setup, not like today’s television shows, but we both took to it. We were on our fourth show when Emory and I got into a fairly long discussion on the season. What else would two nerds do? He looked up the actors and sadly, the early actors have passed. There was a part of me that hoped they might show up to one of our conventions so I could get my picture with them. I guess this mentions I’m going to idolize them from afar.
Writing Update:
HBA: Made it past the halfway point on the editing. YEAH! Now it feels like downhill from here! Excited to jump on the next project!

Friday, September 05, 2014

Not the Wine!

After work, Emory and I like to come home and throw our swimsuits on and hang out in the pool. Now that the super huge tree was cut down, the water gets more sun, which usually means you can warmer longer before the water cools off with the sunset. We planned to do just that, but on our way home, I realized I wasn’t even sweating and the air conditioner in the car wasn’t turned up all the way. That’s usually a sign that the pool isn’t even needed a quick cool down. We decided on the way home that the water might be too chilly and decided against swimming. My roommate still swims and she’ll do it until it’s too cold, but she said the water wasn’t as warm any more. It’s not nippy, but it is cool. I guess that means fall is coming.

The rains have cooled the air considerably. I’m debating if I should go ahead and sprinkle the boxes of wild flowers I have into the front yard. Ann loves and truly wants wild flowers in the front yard. With winter coming, seeds go through a process of hibernation. I never took botany like I thought I would, so I’m no longer so certain how the process works and if it works for everything beside tree seeds. The spring comes up quick, and at least the monsoons right now would get the seeds into the ground. By the dead of summer, all flowers are dead and gone. It’s a very small window of opportunity for the flower season.

So what is there to do now that swimming is over? The State Fair will be coming along shortly. We have Halloween. Usually everyone goes out of town to do something festive. Ann really likes the tiny mining towns that have haunted activity. She’ll stay the night and do ghost tours. I did that a few seasons ago with my blood. We went to Jerome. Just last year, Emory and I spent Halloween doing the theme parks in California.

Napa Valley in California had a 6.0 earthquake and the news was showing all the wineries that had major destruction. If you're like me, you were screaming at the television, "NOT THE WINE!" Emory thinks the price of wine might go up on certain brands. My wine rack is low. Sad. I don’t miss those earthquakes in California.

The Spirit Stores are now open! Those are the stores that pop up with everything Halloween. I really wish I bought Emory a werewolf costume last year when everything was on sale. I super love werewolves. Something about them just makes me squeamish and allured. I hear pain and pleasure is a very close cousin, often confused in the brain. Maybe that’s my deal. I get so scared that I confuse it for a sense of desire. Either way, the mask I saw was electric, so the jaw would actually open; all sharp, snarling teeth with lips drawn back. Super awesome!

Writing Update

Crazy character frenzy is finally at a low. The muse has released my heart from its overactive chaotic overdrive. I'm guessing I have a few weeks before it kicks back up, but until then, I can finally work on my projects again.

HBA: 71/148 pages edited.

Monday, September 01, 2014

Monsoon Heart

As I watch the monsoons pass through, I can’t help but think this time last year, one of my co-workers and I went outside and played in a mini hail storm. I wasn’t in Arizona when the really big, damaging hail had hit and ruined everyone’s cars, their house roofs, the “cool deck” which is what we call the ground around the pool that shouldn’t retain the worst of the summer heat like cement does. One of my co-workers stood with me at the window and she said, “Go get her; she’ll play in the rain with you. I know you want to.” I did want to play in the rain. That part of me that finds rain exciting has yet to find it wise staying indoors and dry, but things have changed. Everything has changed since this time last year. My personality took the biggest hit. I’m far more cautious now about the people I chose to have my fun with. I’m not in that carefree, excited place here with the company and I don’t know when I’ll get it back.

Emory and I took Mozart for his walk. It wasn’t a long one, because when we got out of the house, it was already lightening overhead. We were a few houses down when the sky turned dark with storm clouds. We were at the corner when the lightening was right over head. We were around the corner when it started to thunder. We were nearly around the block when the first heavy drops started to fall. When the rain became heavier, we had to run. I had Mozart’s leash, so with a little encouragement, because he’s not too fond about getting wet, we ran the rest of the way home. Every tree we passed, I wondered what the chances were of it getting struck by lightning.

The storm was heavy. It sounded like our house was directly under a waterfall. That morning, the radio said that the rain hit one of our valleys hard enough to flood in some areas. People were rafting down the street. I’m glad I’m in such a large city. We get the flash flood warnings, but I haven’t seen issues in my part of the city.

My mom and I were standing on the front porch watching the rain. She turned to me, “Last time the water came up this high, you were out playing in it.” I remember that, but I don’t remember how old I was. Fast forward to the present; It was already dark, and the cascading rain made the light from the streetlamps limited. Watching the water climb up over the sidewalk and into the rock yard, I really wanted to be out there in the gutter with the cold water rushing over my ankles, but visibility was limited, and the thought that the rolling water carried broken glass and rocks stopped me. It’s weird what doesn’t concern us as children. As an adult, as tempted as I was all I could think was, “Do I have time to roll up my jeans and get soaked with the rain? I should be going to bed soon. If I get cut, I’ll be at the hospital and I’ll be tired tomorrow.” How boring it is being an adult.

Writing Update

HBA: 61/148 pages edited.  I’m at the heart of the book. My assassin is now forced to work with someone he’d like to keep distance from. It’s very emotionally draining working with so many aggressive characters.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Peanut Butter Secrets

I was working at my desk when I hear my roommate’s voice, “Where did they all come from?” I’m thinking there must be an issue in the pantry. We haven’t had ants, but that’s what her statement rendered in my mind. Finally she calls for me and I come in. She’s holding jars upon jars of brand new peanut butter. The one peanut butter addict, and I’m not kidding on this, can’t figure out where all these jars came from. In truth, I have no idea either. One is peanut butter with honey, the other is a chocolate butter, and the third is organic. She states very frankly, “I’m not touching the organic. That’s for you.” Yee-haw! I haven’t bought organic peanut butter for a while. My girl friend had gotten organic on accident and her family wouldn’t touch it. She didn’t want to throw it away so it came to us as a gift, but that’d been months ago. We just don’t have the time to go searching at those specialty stores. I love organic peanut butter, so it’s cool that it was in the pantry. The question still stands, where did all this peanut butter come from? Roomie eats one of those huge tubes a week. She shares a finger full with the dog, but he’s not the main consumer. She’s 100% addicted to peanut butter.

I’ve decided, after watching Leverage, that I really, really, really want to be Spencer. Not his “character” but him. Which is weird, because I’ve never wanted to have a violent past or present and his history as a hit man, etc., you know his life is pretty violent. I couldn’t imagine. Put he’s a great fighter. He’s got great hair, his personality is great, his voice is great and he knows how to fight. I like to day dream that I’m pretty good in a ring. Emory’s suggestion? “Get into some classes and get trained on how to fight.” I’m feeling a little brittle with all the things that have been hurting for the last couple of years, but hey, I don’t think it’s going to go away any time soon and I do really, really, really want some Spencer moves. BOO-YEAH! In truth, I wonder if I can get those reflexes, because, as I said before, I have fainting goat syndrome when I’m startled. Crazy Cousin Nik thinks it’s a hoot.

I’d also like to be Watson, another character who knows how to fight, but also has a seriously violent past after serving as a medical doctor in the army. What does this say about me? I’m supposed to be peaceful, “blah blah blah, hurt none, blah blah blah,” yet, I want the moves. I want to be like BOOH-YEAH! Sneaking up on me! But how do you get that personality? The one those guys have, like they are extremely alert, but also passive until something is an issue? They have great control. *sigh* I’ve been fan girling WAY too much. I’m also watching Supernatural, and those guys know how to fight. Awesome to watch by the way when they’re sparring.  Stay tuned! Who knows what I’m going to get involved with soon. I’ll call it research.

The writer in me has to believe there is something that realism can’t touch. I go through these bouts where I feel utterly insane with the story, any story; I just need stories to be real. Sometimes it feels like I’m on the outside of reality, looking in. I know reality exists, but I can’t separate myself from the stories. So I need to go cold turkey on my obsessions. That’s what it boils down to.