Friday, September 13, 2013

Really, REALLY Annoyed!

Yesterday was going along peacefully.  I was feeling a tad under the weather, I think I might be coming down with an end of summer cold or it's weird allergies. young one called to ask me about something they found rummaging through a closet.  As always I was delighted to hear from my offspring.

Until that is she starts firing off tidbits of what's going on over there.  Then my nice day is suddenly not so nice anymore.  First it's that they are made to clean out a room that was turned storage to make a space for a guest the Ogre's sister has coming to visit.  Yes the Leech is still living with them.  Complaining about how miserable she is living there every chance she gets.

Then she drops another thing in my lap...his sister the Leech wants to sell off my Grandmother's record albums.  Because she thinks they'll fetch a lot of money.  And in her opinion, there are lots of people out there that want old polka albums.  (insert SCREAM!! here) I don't give two shits if that were the case.  They aren't hers to sell!!  She has no fucking right to even suggest it.  I told the girls that I hope they have the balls to stand up and not allow her or anyone to do that.  Not with the records, not with anything that isn't theirs!

We talked a bit more about stuff, then she informs me that the Leech and possibly the Ogre under Leech's influence of course want to invite her son, his second wife, their 3 kids and 3 dogs to come live at the house.  Supposedly only until Junior can find a job and get on their feet.  Now I have several problems with this....1) Leech can't stand wife #2, 2) she doesn't acknowledge their 2 children together, 3) I can't see him leaving his son with wife #1 behind, 4) it's almost a given that the girls would be expected to give up their rooms to accommodate Junior and his brood, 5) the Ogre hates my girl's little Yorkie I can't see him being okay with 3 more dogs in the house.  And those are just off the top of my head.  She tried once before when he was married to the first wife to get him to move back and live with her, he said no then.  (oh and she hated the first wife too.  so much for being a good christian and loving others).

She always has been a cruel, manipulating bitch but this shit just takes the cake.  I can only image the shit she'd put this poor girl through if they actually did move back.  If how she treated me and shit she's said about me over the years is any indication, I hope Junior at least has the sense to stand up for his wife.

It's shit like this that really pisses me off.  That and the fact that there's nothing I can do about it.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Writing or Lack Of, Degree-Study Thoughts

I'm still trying to get the hang of  the whole WordPress blogging thing.  It's just not as easy as here.  So I'm not totally sure if I will share it or not. 

Anyway, I've been participating or procrastinating the 2 PAD challenge.  I started it a few days early to give myself some leeway if I happened to miss a day here or there.  But I am coming to realize that it was and is just an excuse not to write one day here or there.  The reality is I tend to write at night, when things are quiet(er) unless you count the distractions of dogs barking across the field or coyotes howling. 

It's not that I don't want to write because I do.  I have this nagging thought with this current writing piece that I'll run out of memories to use and then I'll be left with nothing to write about.  There's so many things that I blocked out or chose to forget.  I got really good at detaching from things that I can't remember some things that happened or it's so vague I can't flesh out all the details.  I know that writing this out is going to be a little all over the place as I jump from memory to memory as they pop up. 

My character that I'm calling Melly at the moment is the one with the memories, my memories.  She can't remember her life or parts of it.  She is institutionalized but doesn't know how or why she is there.  (No, I've never been committed though I'm sure if you ask the Ogre he'll tell you I should be LOL).  This place and the doctor isn't all that it appears.  She knows something is wrong, but she's kept so medicated she can barely function.  Details I don't know is what kind of medications would do that to a person, don't know much about the facilities and other characters right now either.  I haven't quite hashed out how she got there, but I do have an idea for that.

This is so far off from what I like to write.  And just sharing that much is kind of scary because I don't usually like to talk about what I work on.  It saves a lot of grief to just stay quiet instead of receiving tons of criticism for your choice of genre.

I've been thinking some today too about studying for a degree.  As it was pointed out in the comments on my other post that I basically don't need a piece of paper to do what I love to do which is paint, art, write, and take photographs.   And that is very very true!  I don't.  Will I use said degree later on to get a job in a field it might be good for?  I don't know.  A degree is something I have always wanted.  It's something I've been told over and over by people in my life that it's a waste of time.  Not because it is a waste, but because in their minds they deemed it unnecessary AND it took attention away from them because I'd be focused elsewhere.  I also thinking it would help me later on with writing, if I focused on a degree in English and a minor in Creative Writing for example.  I could also open some journalism opportunities for me too.  These are just things I'm thinking about.  It is very feasible and definitely possible that I will change my mind again as I have before, many times.  A degree though, has always been a heart's desire of mine.  Something I did for me, for my own benefit and betterment.  And to prove to others that I'm not as stupid as they think I am.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Hello September!

Wow, 2nd day of the month already!  The days are flying by!  Soon the holidays will be upon us and boy I'm not ready!  But I am ready for cooler weather!  The rain today was so very welcomed.  It's been months since we had a good rain. 

Opportunity!!  I have the chance to participate in creating an oracle deck.  A piece of art that I create, would be turned into a card for the deck.  BUT...I don't know if I will be able to do this.  I cannot commit to paying for 4 decks that I would then be able to sell or give away as I choose.  This makes me sad in some ways because I love the intention behind it all.  We are going to give it a couple of days and see what plays out.

Writing...I got a jump start on that 2 page a day challenge to cover my ass if I miss a day here or there.  I almost let myself talk myself into not doing any writing yesterday.  But then I thought...HEY!  It's the first day damn it and you're going to write!!!  And so I did and wrote two and a half pages!!!  I surprised even myself.  I might have even written a bit more but by that point the Nyquil was kicking in.  I haven't written yet today, but the thoughts were coming together for what I might write later. 

I don't know, it just feels RIGHT to be writing.  I don't know if I have enough in me to keep with this train of thought but we'll see.   In someways, writing this is a little scary.  I am afraid of what I might remember.  I managed to block out and detach from so much of my childhood and stuff that I don't know if I can remember things.  It almost feels like a way of healing.

Well it's late, there's only roughly 45 minutes left to the day and I still need to write my 2 pages.   So until next time....