Thursday, November 13, 2008
Hmm I might be a bad mother
Am I a bad person if i watched my children and my brain figures out how to kill some one off. Is it odd that i understand more about life from watching them interact?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Brian has a brain too!
Brian walked up the pebble path and added that to his to do list on the house. What kind of house didn’t have pavers? He had been at the house for a little less than a month rehabbing it, but it was moving along nicely. The workers had finished on time and under budget, which was a first, and Hannah was arriving soon to start the decorating and making the house a home. The city had asked that a family from the area be offered the chance at the home before they went down their list and had specifically asked that it be a noted member of the police force. Hannah had interviewed the family and offered them the home. The officer who had been injured and was in a wheelchair had accepted. It threw a wrench in the plans though because now the house had to be restyled to be more accessible to the officer. He fumbled in his pocket for his key and then looked up at the door when he noticed the basket on his porch. It was stocked with goodies and had a big green bow on it that reminded him of Bell’s eyes. Even after a week he still hadn’t been able to prevent his mind from wandering to the memory of her curvy frame and piercing eyes. As he laid alone on the mattress in the bedroom he chose it was a comfort to him that someday he would get to rehab his own house and have someone with him. Maybe she would have the green eyes of a woman who worked in sales. Brian picked up the basket and fingered the card before taking it inside the house and setting on the card table that was his dinning table.
He read the card and he experienced a moment of acute shock. The card said, “Thank you for the ride. Hope this helps you feel better. –Bell.” Inside the basket was Egyptian cotton sheets, a bottle of Nyquil, menthol cough drops and variety of fruits and veggies with a recipe for chicken soup. “Wow.” Brian was surprised and a little shocked that the married Bell would send him a personal gift. A thank you card would have been fine. Women were hard to understand. Brian left it on the card table and went to work on his pet project; the kitchen.
His team had turned out to be little superstitious and no one had wanted to take on the kitchen. Brian had been happy to do it himself, he usually took on the rooms were the most tragedy had happened. Brian loved building houses and had subcontracted under a lot of great contractors and some really horrible ones. It was when he was remodeling Hannah’s bathroom that she had approached him about working for Changers. At the time it is was just her and she was bringing in a different contractor for each project and they all had tried to take advantage of her. She offered him her then current project if he would just be honest with her about how much it would cost so she could do the fundraising. When he got to the house to check it out the house had pieces of the wall ripped out of it and fire damage in two rooms not to mention that the stench was horrible. Changers had bought the house, which had been on the market for three years to transform it into a home, and it took him 9 months to get the house ready for her to come in and decorate. Sometimes Changers bought houses sometimes, like this house; agencies came in and asked them to do it. Hannah not only decorated she and her best friend approached companies and independents to donate the money for the construction and then negotiated with banks on behalf of the new owners to get them a fair lender to pay for the remainder of the mortgage. Hannah also offered ongoing support groups for what she called the New Loves, most of whom were first time homeowners, to help them deal with the process of maintaining a home. She had convinced him to teach a few classes on how to do easy fix it things and if they have a bigger problem he usually recommended the men who worked on the house originally, he liked to think of the houses as being taken care of by the people who had saved it and he also liked to throw work back to the guys who helped build it. Changers had started out as one house every four to five months and had grown to having several projects running at once. Brian would start out living in each house, to see the house from someone who would live in it and then build the plans from what needed changing. Once the house was fifty percent done he would move to the next house and get it started. Hannah had offered him a partnership after his third house for her when she had started being overwhelmed by the growth rate of business and had realized that construction was as much work as her fundraising. Brian had taken the offer and enjoyed helping Hannah build the business into a very successful non-profit.
He heard the only other key to the house in the lock and jogged into the entry way to meet Hannah who had come to take measurements of the finished rooms and get a feel for what rooms would be what. “Hey Lazy.” Hannah smiled and embraced him as she walked in. “Just because I have a team of shoppers doesn’t make me lazy, it makes me practical. How’s she coming?” Hannah winced as she stepped over the blood stain in the entryway. “The floors get ripped up tomorrow and the hard wood guy will be here in the afternoon to install the new floors. It had to be done after the majority of the work was complete Han.”
“I know it just bothers me to look at it. The wife wants to have it blessed by a priest before they move in to make sure that no demons remain.”
Brian nodded “Could be worse.” They had had homeowners ask for much odder things, including one woman who had brought in an ‘evil sniffing’ dog. The dog had seemed more interested in one of the workers sandwiches than any potential evil but it had made the woman feel safe about the home. “I know I was almost happy until I saw the bloodstain. When will they be able to do their first walk through?” Brian squinted one eye and looked upto the ceiling with the other one while his mouth scrunched up mentally reviewing his schedule, “five days the floors should be done and the only thing left will be the kitchen.” Hannah laughed at that, “Still installing cabinets? You always take on the challenging projects yourself.” Since the other team had come in under budget he had redirected the money into the kitchen and expanded it out. What was supposed to have been done a week ago was almost halfway though. “I couldn’t resist, I like the idea of them having home cooked meals and a table to eat at as a family.” Hannah smiled sympathetically at Brian she knew that he was ready to build a house of his own and hoping from one house to another for work wasn’t helping his two story in the country get built. “This is the last one before the wet season. Maybe it is time to take on an assistant.” She was hesitant to offer because Brian was excellent at this. He loved each one of the houses but he really needed to start his own life he was thirty three and she had been keeping him too busy to date or even look sideways at a woman.
“Maybe after this one. The wet season will give me a chance to interview contractors and look hard at the guys we have been working with to see if one of them could step up. It isn’t an easy job and I wouldn’t want a guy who had a family to do this.” Hannah had been walking through the house while they talked seeing how the house was developing. As she walked into what was going to be the dinning area she saw the gift basket and walked over to it and looked at the card. “Hope you feel better. Bell?” Maybe Brian did have time to date. “Do not think about matchmaking Hannah, she is married. I gave her a ride to the airport a week ago while I was sick, and she is just thanking me.”
“Sheets this nice do not come from a happily married woman.” Hannah untied the bow that held the cellophane together then pushed it down with a crinkle and dug deeper into the basket. “Why hadn’t you opened it? Ooo there are some nice things in here.” As she began removing stuff from the basket a wonderful scent wafted out to greet her. The smell of orange peel and allspice filled her nostrils and reminded her of Brian and she understood why the mysterious Bell had chosen the potpourri that was at the bottom of the basket. “Yum Brave Soldier hand cream. Nice Egyptian cotton, little jealous there. Hmm what is this, oh nice throw!” Hannah pulled out a blue and tan throw with a cream tag attached that said, “For the sofa.” Hannah looked at the beat up leather recliner, the only thing that could even loosely be defined as a couch, that was the only piece of furniture that traveled with Brian, mostly because it fit in the back of his truck, and laughed at putting this beautiful thing on that beat up ‘couch’. “You should call her and tell her thank you. This is the gift of someone who wants you to get in touch.”
Brian raised one eyebrow and reminded Hannah, “She’s married.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t be friends”
“That woman is too beautiful for me to think of her as a friend for very long. She is temptation in a short jean skirt.”
He read the card and he experienced a moment of acute shock. The card said, “Thank you for the ride. Hope this helps you feel better. –Bell.” Inside the basket was Egyptian cotton sheets, a bottle of Nyquil, menthol cough drops and variety of fruits and veggies with a recipe for chicken soup. “Wow.” Brian was surprised and a little shocked that the married Bell would send him a personal gift. A thank you card would have been fine. Women were hard to understand. Brian left it on the card table and went to work on his pet project; the kitchen.
His team had turned out to be little superstitious and no one had wanted to take on the kitchen. Brian had been happy to do it himself, he usually took on the rooms were the most tragedy had happened. Brian loved building houses and had subcontracted under a lot of great contractors and some really horrible ones. It was when he was remodeling Hannah’s bathroom that she had approached him about working for Changers. At the time it is was just her and she was bringing in a different contractor for each project and they all had tried to take advantage of her. She offered him her then current project if he would just be honest with her about how much it would cost so she could do the fundraising. When he got to the house to check it out the house had pieces of the wall ripped out of it and fire damage in two rooms not to mention that the stench was horrible. Changers had bought the house, which had been on the market for three years to transform it into a home, and it took him 9 months to get the house ready for her to come in and decorate. Sometimes Changers bought houses sometimes, like this house; agencies came in and asked them to do it. Hannah not only decorated she and her best friend approached companies and independents to donate the money for the construction and then negotiated with banks on behalf of the new owners to get them a fair lender to pay for the remainder of the mortgage. Hannah also offered ongoing support groups for what she called the New Loves, most of whom were first time homeowners, to help them deal with the process of maintaining a home. She had convinced him to teach a few classes on how to do easy fix it things and if they have a bigger problem he usually recommended the men who worked on the house originally, he liked to think of the houses as being taken care of by the people who had saved it and he also liked to throw work back to the guys who helped build it. Changers had started out as one house every four to five months and had grown to having several projects running at once. Brian would start out living in each house, to see the house from someone who would live in it and then build the plans from what needed changing. Once the house was fifty percent done he would move to the next house and get it started. Hannah had offered him a partnership after his third house for her when she had started being overwhelmed by the growth rate of business and had realized that construction was as much work as her fundraising. Brian had taken the offer and enjoyed helping Hannah build the business into a very successful non-profit.
He heard the only other key to the house in the lock and jogged into the entry way to meet Hannah who had come to take measurements of the finished rooms and get a feel for what rooms would be what. “Hey Lazy.” Hannah smiled and embraced him as she walked in. “Just because I have a team of shoppers doesn’t make me lazy, it makes me practical. How’s she coming?” Hannah winced as she stepped over the blood stain in the entryway. “The floors get ripped up tomorrow and the hard wood guy will be here in the afternoon to install the new floors. It had to be done after the majority of the work was complete Han.”
“I know it just bothers me to look at it. The wife wants to have it blessed by a priest before they move in to make sure that no demons remain.”
Brian nodded “Could be worse.” They had had homeowners ask for much odder things, including one woman who had brought in an ‘evil sniffing’ dog. The dog had seemed more interested in one of the workers sandwiches than any potential evil but it had made the woman feel safe about the home. “I know I was almost happy until I saw the bloodstain. When will they be able to do their first walk through?” Brian squinted one eye and looked upto the ceiling with the other one while his mouth scrunched up mentally reviewing his schedule, “five days the floors should be done and the only thing left will be the kitchen.” Hannah laughed at that, “Still installing cabinets? You always take on the challenging projects yourself.” Since the other team had come in under budget he had redirected the money into the kitchen and expanded it out. What was supposed to have been done a week ago was almost halfway though. “I couldn’t resist, I like the idea of them having home cooked meals and a table to eat at as a family.” Hannah smiled sympathetically at Brian she knew that he was ready to build a house of his own and hoping from one house to another for work wasn’t helping his two story in the country get built. “This is the last one before the wet season. Maybe it is time to take on an assistant.” She was hesitant to offer because Brian was excellent at this. He loved each one of the houses but he really needed to start his own life he was thirty three and she had been keeping him too busy to date or even look sideways at a woman.
“Maybe after this one. The wet season will give me a chance to interview contractors and look hard at the guys we have been working with to see if one of them could step up. It isn’t an easy job and I wouldn’t want a guy who had a family to do this.” Hannah had been walking through the house while they talked seeing how the house was developing. As she walked into what was going to be the dinning area she saw the gift basket and walked over to it and looked at the card. “Hope you feel better. Bell?” Maybe Brian did have time to date. “Do not think about matchmaking Hannah, she is married. I gave her a ride to the airport a week ago while I was sick, and she is just thanking me.”
“Sheets this nice do not come from a happily married woman.” Hannah untied the bow that held the cellophane together then pushed it down with a crinkle and dug deeper into the basket. “Why hadn’t you opened it? Ooo there are some nice things in here.” As she began removing stuff from the basket a wonderful scent wafted out to greet her. The smell of orange peel and allspice filled her nostrils and reminded her of Brian and she understood why the mysterious Bell had chosen the potpourri that was at the bottom of the basket. “Yum Brave Soldier hand cream. Nice Egyptian cotton, little jealous there. Hmm what is this, oh nice throw!” Hannah pulled out a blue and tan throw with a cream tag attached that said, “For the sofa.” Hannah looked at the beat up leather recliner, the only thing that could even loosely be defined as a couch, that was the only piece of furniture that traveled with Brian, mostly because it fit in the back of his truck, and laughed at putting this beautiful thing on that beat up ‘couch’. “You should call her and tell her thank you. This is the gift of someone who wants you to get in touch.”
Brian raised one eyebrow and reminded Hannah, “She’s married.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t be friends”
“That woman is too beautiful for me to think of her as a friend for very long. She is temptation in a short jean skirt.”
Monday, November 10, 2008
Halloween 2008
In another attempt to procrastinate out of my daily goal I cleaned the desk and found the cable for my camera yay!! I uploaded the kids halloween pictures and to see the whole set you can go to here. To see them. They are very cute. the pink princess and the white knight are mine and they had a great time. My knight enjoyed defending things with the other kids with shields and even posing for a quick parent paparazzi flash fest. my princess allowed her teacher to escort her all over the school grounds so that the peasants and parents may gaze upon them. Afterwards they went trick or treating but needless to say I was prepared and it wasn't nearly as bad as last year's samurai sword vs. couch incident.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Procrastinate
Bleh I am at a part of my story that I don't really want to write. Not because I am lazy just because it is emotionally hard to write I guess i will have to comfort myself with little debbie and then take the dog for a run after I pound out this chapter.
-b
-b
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Com one home!
woot reached 5000 words and finished a chapter!
Bell got out of the taxi and took a deep breath finally feeling safe at home. The smell of flowers filled her senses and the sun beating down on her warmed her skin as the joy filled her body. She was home! She walked up the path savoring each step and letting her body start to relax. She put her key in the lock and opened the door to the familiar squeak as the pin grinded against the hinge. There are few things that Bell loved more than this house. As she pressed the door open she saw her sister bounding out of the kitchen. “BELLY!” She screeched as she rushed towards Bell. Bell hated the name Belly. It was a nickname she had gotten when she was in college and had spent more time studying than working out. Her sister had adopted it because she couldn’t stand the shortened Bell. Mea was short like Bell, a blond unlike Bell’s long brown hair and she had green eyes that their mother use to joke where brown before mea spent so much time playing in the grass. She was wearing her usual shorts and tank top. Mea gave her a huge hug almost crushing her ribs with her enthusiasm. “I missed you! I know it has only been two days but it seems like forever. Did you have a good trip? Did you kill anyone?” Bell set her luggage down inside the door and placed her keys in the bowl on the side table in the entryway. She pumped lotion from the glass bottle labeled ‘Freedom’ also on the table, and rubbed it into her hands and especially over the ring on her left hand. She slid it off and placed it on the ring holder next to her sisters. Here at home she could be herself. No lies, no pitch and no heels. Bell made a face as she stepped out of her heels. “No I didn’t kill anyone this time. Only one guy tried to molest me: the ring works again! The trip was nice I met a nice man who drove me to the airport. He was delicious to look at tall, dark, and handsome, the whole package.” Mea frowned and eyed her sister, “He make the pass at you?” Bell looked down at the mail stacked on the table and flipped through it. Several bills, some junk mail and a letter with no return address. Bell couldn’t decide what was more odd; the fact that someone still used the mail system instead of beaming it to her phone or that there wasn’t a return address. She set it down and looked at it and answered her sister almost absentmindedly. “No he didn’t. He very kindly gave me a ride after the guy who was suppose to got locked in a closet with handcuffs.” Mea’s eyes widened. Her sister was susceptible to passes because she was just so good looking and she practically exhaled pheromones with every breath that passed her perfect full lips. Mea had always felt bad for her sister, it must be difficult to always have men see your body and sex appeal without seeing the sweet sister inside. She had given a few guys heart attacks but never locked one in a closet before. Four years ago she had a horrible encounter with a man and had started wearing the ring once she got out of the hospital. She had gone to a jeweler and gotten one for herself and one for Mea. She had said it was to ward off men but Bell wore hers like a shield. And like a good soldier behind the shield was a sword that Bell would bury deep into the heart of any man who tried to get pass her defenses. Mea had watched Bell slowly soften over the last few years. They had moved away from their old town were everyone knew what happened to Bell and came here. Bell had started a new job and Mea had finished school at the university here, and then started her tour of the world. She worked when she needed to so she could keep exploring different cultures and places. Her sister had kept close tabs on her. Bell had the most developed network of information any non-government person could have legally. Though some of her contacts might occasionally cross the line, Bell didn’t ask questions as long as she could keep an eye on Mea and vet the people who came in contact with her. As Mea traveled and met people she would get messages when one of them was involved in shady dealings. Mea didn’t mind that her sister kept tabs on her, mea understood it was the only way Bell could sleep at night. She knew her sister had paid a man to follow her over the world, in fact she even knew who it was, and he was cute. Mea’s mind drifted as she remembered her last days in Egypt before she came home. The hot days had only gotten hotter at night when she was wrapped around him. They had kissed goodbye at the airport and that had been it.
Bell glanced at Mea again, knowing that her mind was somewhere around the world she lugged her suitcase upstairs and unpacked. As she tucked all her clothes away in her closet and drawers she opened her top drawer and fingered the tattered shirt she kept there to remind her. As the soft cotton brushed against her fingers she closed her eyes and let the memory sweep through her.
Bell got out of the taxi and took a deep breath finally feeling safe at home. The smell of flowers filled her senses and the sun beating down on her warmed her skin as the joy filled her body. She was home! She walked up the path savoring each step and letting her body start to relax. She put her key in the lock and opened the door to the familiar squeak as the pin grinded against the hinge. There are few things that Bell loved more than this house. As she pressed the door open she saw her sister bounding out of the kitchen. “BELLY!” She screeched as she rushed towards Bell. Bell hated the name Belly. It was a nickname she had gotten when she was in college and had spent more time studying than working out. Her sister had adopted it because she couldn’t stand the shortened Bell. Mea was short like Bell, a blond unlike Bell’s long brown hair and she had green eyes that their mother use to joke where brown before mea spent so much time playing in the grass. She was wearing her usual shorts and tank top. Mea gave her a huge hug almost crushing her ribs with her enthusiasm. “I missed you! I know it has only been two days but it seems like forever. Did you have a good trip? Did you kill anyone?” Bell set her luggage down inside the door and placed her keys in the bowl on the side table in the entryway. She pumped lotion from the glass bottle labeled ‘Freedom’ also on the table, and rubbed it into her hands and especially over the ring on her left hand. She slid it off and placed it on the ring holder next to her sisters. Here at home she could be herself. No lies, no pitch and no heels. Bell made a face as she stepped out of her heels. “No I didn’t kill anyone this time. Only one guy tried to molest me: the ring works again! The trip was nice I met a nice man who drove me to the airport. He was delicious to look at tall, dark, and handsome, the whole package.” Mea frowned and eyed her sister, “He make the pass at you?” Bell looked down at the mail stacked on the table and flipped through it. Several bills, some junk mail and a letter with no return address. Bell couldn’t decide what was more odd; the fact that someone still used the mail system instead of beaming it to her phone or that there wasn’t a return address. She set it down and looked at it and answered her sister almost absentmindedly. “No he didn’t. He very kindly gave me a ride after the guy who was suppose to got locked in a closet with handcuffs.” Mea’s eyes widened. Her sister was susceptible to passes because she was just so good looking and she practically exhaled pheromones with every breath that passed her perfect full lips. Mea had always felt bad for her sister, it must be difficult to always have men see your body and sex appeal without seeing the sweet sister inside. She had given a few guys heart attacks but never locked one in a closet before. Four years ago she had a horrible encounter with a man and had started wearing the ring once she got out of the hospital. She had gone to a jeweler and gotten one for herself and one for Mea. She had said it was to ward off men but Bell wore hers like a shield. And like a good soldier behind the shield was a sword that Bell would bury deep into the heart of any man who tried to get pass her defenses. Mea had watched Bell slowly soften over the last few years. They had moved away from their old town were everyone knew what happened to Bell and came here. Bell had started a new job and Mea had finished school at the university here, and then started her tour of the world. She worked when she needed to so she could keep exploring different cultures and places. Her sister had kept close tabs on her. Bell had the most developed network of information any non-government person could have legally. Though some of her contacts might occasionally cross the line, Bell didn’t ask questions as long as she could keep an eye on Mea and vet the people who came in contact with her. As Mea traveled and met people she would get messages when one of them was involved in shady dealings. Mea didn’t mind that her sister kept tabs on her, mea understood it was the only way Bell could sleep at night. She knew her sister had paid a man to follow her over the world, in fact she even knew who it was, and he was cute. Mea’s mind drifted as she remembered her last days in Egypt before she came home. The hot days had only gotten hotter at night when she was wrapped around him. They had kissed goodbye at the airport and that had been it.
Bell glanced at Mea again, knowing that her mind was somewhere around the world she lugged her suitcase upstairs and unpacked. As she tucked all her clothes away in her closet and drawers she opened her top drawer and fingered the tattered shirt she kept there to remind her. As the soft cotton brushed against her fingers she closed her eyes and let the memory sweep through her.
Next Bit
If you promise to blog everyday for 45 days is it cheating if you post parts of your book? unfortunately you are stuck with it. Would love feed back!
-B
Bell got out of the car and laughed as she realized she still wasn’t wearing shoes. That would take care of having to take them off for the security check. Brian was polite enough to park in the hour parking so she didn’t have to juggle all her stuff at the curb. He opened the trunk and noticed her bare feet as she walked up to him. “Well that’s one way to do it.” His arm flexed and he pulled her suitcase out of his trunk. “Do you have another pair in here?” Bell raised her eyes from his nicely sculpted arm and laughed mentally cataloging her suitcase and what shoes were closest to the top. A maniacal grin spread across her lips and she unzipped the outer pocket and lifted out a pair of black stilettos. “Just my work shoes.” Bell bent over giving Brian a nice view of her curves then stepped into her shoes gaining four inches and bringing her up to eye level with Brian who looked like he wasn’t going to be standing for much longer. “You poor thing bringing me out here when you don’t feel so good. Thank you so much.” Brian was a little lightheaded but it didn’t have much to do with his lingering cold and more to do with wondering what kind of work she did in those shoes.
Brian watched Bell walk away towards the terminals and enjoyed the retreating view. He turned back to his car thinking how the goods ones are always taken. He got behind the wheel and drove home thinking all the while about how interesting Bell had been and how much he had enjoyed chatting with her. It was a treat to be attracted to a woman, have her know it and there be no pressure at all. The pleasant memory soothed him as he got home and collapsed into bed to get some much needed sleep before he went back work in four hours.
-B
Bell got out of the car and laughed as she realized she still wasn’t wearing shoes. That would take care of having to take them off for the security check. Brian was polite enough to park in the hour parking so she didn’t have to juggle all her stuff at the curb. He opened the trunk and noticed her bare feet as she walked up to him. “Well that’s one way to do it.” His arm flexed and he pulled her suitcase out of his trunk. “Do you have another pair in here?” Bell raised her eyes from his nicely sculpted arm and laughed mentally cataloging her suitcase and what shoes were closest to the top. A maniacal grin spread across her lips and she unzipped the outer pocket and lifted out a pair of black stilettos. “Just my work shoes.” Bell bent over giving Brian a nice view of her curves then stepped into her shoes gaining four inches and bringing her up to eye level with Brian who looked like he wasn’t going to be standing for much longer. “You poor thing bringing me out here when you don’t feel so good. Thank you so much.” Brian was a little lightheaded but it didn’t have much to do with his lingering cold and more to do with wondering what kind of work she did in those shoes.
Brian watched Bell walk away towards the terminals and enjoyed the retreating view. He turned back to his car thinking how the goods ones are always taken. He got behind the wheel and drove home thinking all the while about how interesting Bell had been and how much he had enjoyed chatting with her. It was a treat to be attracted to a woman, have her know it and there be no pressure at all. The pleasant memory soothed him as he got home and collapsed into bed to get some much needed sleep before he went back work in four hours.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Reasons not to write
This is a response to Hannah over at Mostly True Stories from a Real live Grownup. Check her out at: http://livingpalindrome.blogspot.com
It's NaNoWriMo (NaNoWriMo.org) so sit down and write your novel already. Mine isn't really moving along very quickly but I have hope.
1. You can watch movies and TV on itunes or hulu.com. Both are a fab way to avoid the reality blaring behind you.
2. I hate my Main Character (she is getting on my last nerve)
3. The 'J' key on my keyboard sticks
4. Facebook has games and my (fluff)Friend is almost uber!!
5. My screen is too big so i fill it with other windows and they keep distracting me
6. I have to help Hannah move into her gym
7. It's Friday and God doesn't like you to write on Fridays
Okay I whined now I have to go write
It's NaNoWriMo (NaNoWriMo.org) so sit down and write your novel already. Mine isn't really moving along very quickly but I have hope.
1. You can watch movies and TV on itunes or hulu.com. Both are a fab way to avoid the reality blaring behind you.
2. I hate my Main Character (she is getting on my last nerve)
3. The 'J' key on my keyboard sticks
4. Facebook has games and my (fluff)Friend is almost uber!!
5. My screen is too big so i fill it with other windows and they keep distracting me
6. I have to help Hannah move into her gym
7. It's Friday and God doesn't like you to write on Fridays
Okay I whined now I have to go write
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Going Vegetarian
At a recent doctors appointment my doctor gave me the news that my headaches are being caused by my meat consumption. After I stopped laughing at him, he explained that it is why I am having so many health problems and why I am fighting so hard to lose weight and going uphill with no results. I protested that I rarely eat red meat and mostly eat chicken, which is supposed to be better for you. He was not swayed by what I thought was a perfectly logical argument. He then suggested that I cut out caffine, white flour, white sugar and white rice out of my diet to which I responded with that I was white so white food should be just fine! Again he was not moved by my heartfelt argument. I then tried to convince him that this was not healthy to which he stared me down and very calmly told me to cut the bull from my argument and my diet and stick to a diet that is primarily fruits and vegetables. Scale back my meat consumption to once or twice a month and to not overindulge. He suggested I google recipes and sent me on the way telling me I would be much happier.
So I went home and googled it. It was overwhelming. The primary site it sent you to and that most vegans recommend is goveg.com. While this is a good site is overwhelming with the anti meat campaigns. It is run by PETA and while I agree with the idea of not abusing animals and treating them fairly, I find PETA too in your face for me. I acknowledge there is a problem I just don’t need my kids to walk by and see an animal being tortured if I click on the wrong link. The site did offer me a link to vegan recipes, which exclude all animal products, and were not particularly yummy. My kids were not interested. Unfortunately not one ofthem told me how to balance this nutritionally for my kids and me. I spent a week constantly eating veggies and fruits and never feeling full I was miserable I couldn’t sleep through the night and I was starting to fantasize about a hamburger. At a community event at our preschool a well-known Vegetarian Mom saw me looking miserable and staring longingly at a hot dog and asked me what was wrong. I told her my sad story and how hungry I was and she explained to me about complete proteins and how to make them and add them to my diet. I could have kissed her. She emailed me a list of nutritional information on how to eat meat free without being vegan. She still eats eggs and dairy. I was so grateful. I went home and made a dinner for my family with the white bean hummus recipe on page 3, and everyone slept through the night and their behavior improved.
So I went home and googled it. It was overwhelming. The primary site it sent you to and that most vegans recommend is goveg.com. While this is a good site is overwhelming with the anti meat campaigns. It is run by PETA and while I agree with the idea of not abusing animals and treating them fairly, I find PETA too in your face for me. I acknowledge there is a problem I just don’t need my kids to walk by and see an animal being tortured if I click on the wrong link. The site did offer me a link to vegan recipes, which exclude all animal products, and were not particularly yummy. My kids were not interested. Unfortunately not one ofthem told me how to balance this nutritionally for my kids and me. I spent a week constantly eating veggies and fruits and never feeling full I was miserable I couldn’t sleep through the night and I was starting to fantasize about a hamburger. At a community event at our preschool a well-known Vegetarian Mom saw me looking miserable and staring longingly at a hot dog and asked me what was wrong. I told her my sad story and how hungry I was and she explained to me about complete proteins and how to make them and add them to my diet. I could have kissed her. She emailed me a list of nutritional information on how to eat meat free without being vegan. She still eats eggs and dairy. I was so grateful. I went home and made a dinner for my family with the white bean hummus recipe on page 3, and everyone slept through the night and their behavior improved.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
The Vote
Wow. no matter how many times I read it or hear it, I still get chills when I hear Obama is our next president. This election was so fabulous. Even though the candidates were very strong for their parties people voted what they felt was their issues. There were Hillary supporters for McCain, conservatives for Obama, Democrats for Palin. It was crazy, and interesting, and emotional and I loved it! I cried when they announced Obama won. It was incredible and I am excited to live in an election where we can change!