Today has been a remarkably good day. I feel pretty good - not too much pain - I feel like I have a little energy and a little creativity. I'm ready to do some work that I brought home from the office, and I'm ready to make a little jewelry. I'd kind of like to make a nice dinner, but may end up with frozen pizza, just because I want to do some other things. And it's only 6:00 in the evening!
Bruce is taking a shower, and then he'll probably go sit on the porch for awhile. Mom and dad sent me a box of stuff today. Mom found some Nads hair remover and sent it. Cushing's disease has given me a beard, so I wax my face every 10 days or so. Sorry, I don't want to be vain, but having a beard really disturbs me. I feel much better about myself when the hair is gone.
And we're getting ready for the Expo in September. Mom and I are going to have a booth with our jewelry. Mom makes beautiful Angels. And I found some great little sterling silver breast cancer awareness charms. I'm going to put them on some stretchy beaded bracelets, and give half of the profits to the local YWCA. I'm going to ask them to use the money in the Encore program, but the Y helps women in a lot of ways, so they can use it for whatever they want. Sometime I'll post a picture of the bracelets. If anybody reads this and wants to comment, please do.
Off to do other fun things,
KG
Monday, June 13, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
It's My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To
I guess since nobody's reading my blog (first whine), I'll just write anything I want without fear of retribution.
I am so tired of the fight. Just so tired of grinding away every day. The grinding works both ways you know - I grind away against the day, and the day grinds away against me.
I'm tired of budgeting, stretching, shrinking, trying to manage too many bills with not enough money.
I'm tired of trying to figure out how to make it all work out.
I'm just tired.
I am so tired of the fight. Just so tired of grinding away every day. The grinding works both ways you know - I grind away against the day, and the day grinds away against me.
I'm tired of budgeting, stretching, shrinking, trying to manage too many bills with not enough money.
I'm tired of trying to figure out how to make it all work out.
I'm just tired.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Long Time, No Blog
Have you ever noticed that fly-hatching thing in the springtime? I have a couple of flies in my house driving me NUTS. ZZZtt. ZZZZzzzzttt. ZZttt. And they're big, fat flies. I've got to invest in a fly swatter.
Last week was an exquisite kind of hell. I'm on a team that does special sections for a newspaper. Our second-largest section of the year went to print yesterday. It's an all-local piece focused on information for new residents and visitors to the community. I love the piece, and I like my work. Weeks like last week - way too much work with way too little sleep - used to be the reason I stayed in journalism. There's no rush quite like seeing something you've put your heart into come off the press looking good. It's still a good feeling, but I'm getting too old and tired for the projects that make you live at the office (yes, we even have showers in the building) and nap sometime between 4:30 a.m. and 6 a.m. in the ladies lounge. I went to bed last night sometime around 8 p.m. and slept for 13 hours. I felt much better today.
So it's been several days since I've posted. Not that it matters, I looked at the site meter and the last time anybody looked at this blog was June 1, and they were just clicking through.
An interesting thing happened today. We got a note from the post office saying we have a certified letter from the City at the post office that we must sign for. Since it's Saturday, we can't get our letter until Monday morning. We're trying to figure out what it could possibly be. We don't think we've broken any ordinances, although there are a few blades of grass in the sidewalk. Our taxes are up to date. But it must be something important for the city to spend my tax dollars sending out certified mail.
Be back later, got to go be creative now.
Last week was an exquisite kind of hell. I'm on a team that does special sections for a newspaper. Our second-largest section of the year went to print yesterday. It's an all-local piece focused on information for new residents and visitors to the community. I love the piece, and I like my work. Weeks like last week - way too much work with way too little sleep - used to be the reason I stayed in journalism. There's no rush quite like seeing something you've put your heart into come off the press looking good. It's still a good feeling, but I'm getting too old and tired for the projects that make you live at the office (yes, we even have showers in the building) and nap sometime between 4:30 a.m. and 6 a.m. in the ladies lounge. I went to bed last night sometime around 8 p.m. and slept for 13 hours. I felt much better today.
So it's been several days since I've posted. Not that it matters, I looked at the site meter and the last time anybody looked at this blog was June 1, and they were just clicking through.
An interesting thing happened today. We got a note from the post office saying we have a certified letter from the City at the post office that we must sign for. Since it's Saturday, we can't get our letter until Monday morning. We're trying to figure out what it could possibly be. We don't think we've broken any ordinances, although there are a few blades of grass in the sidewalk. Our taxes are up to date. But it must be something important for the city to spend my tax dollars sending out certified mail.
Be back later, got to go be creative now.
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