Well, so much for that

I went to my doctor earlier today. He has diagnosed me with bronchitis, RX’d me the meds the quack at the minute clinic refused to give me and then told me to stay home until Thursday earliest. I’m out of sick days, I’m short over 360.00 because one of my kiddos decided they needed the funds more than I did and lifted it when I was breaking up a fight. We don’t know who. It’s going to be a blue blue Christmas in our household. But, we have each other and we have food and I’m okay with that. We’ll just sit around and watch movies and look at the lights on our trees. Or better yet, resurrect an old tradition we started when we were REALLY broke back in 2001 – each night, cruise a neighborhood and look at lights, with Christmas music playing. Spawn loved it and it was quiet time for the two of us to just be with each other and not let outside distractions bring us down. We focus on our blessings and we have plenty of those.

And, yes. I said TreeS. Plural. There was one in the attic from a previous tenant so we’re going to put it up and use it. God knows I have enough decorations and lights! And tree toppers! We’re going to celebrate the Reason for the Season and bypass the merchandising. Make it more real. And we’ll dig in our pockets and throw our change into the Red Kettle and bring the bell ringer some hot cocoa.

As a result, my Nanowrimo will not be completed this month. It will give me time to spend on it like I like because I actually like the characters and I want to flesh them out more. and make it  look like it was not written on a whim. Between the stomach virus, bronchitis, Thanksgiving, my principal passing away… It’s just… no. No. I’m run down and I’m getting ready to go into the craziest season for me and I’m NOT going to even get 2 weeks off. I’ll spend the first week of Christmas vacay, unpacking my room and setting it up. Which reminds me, I have to Pack it up. They are opening the school 2 Saturdays for 5 hours and I have TWO rooms to pack. I just can’t do all this.

To make it worse, Spawn is coming down with it.

Part of me KNOWS I just can’t and another part of me feels like a failure.

And now, the meds are taking over. I better clear off my bed.

Guess who

did NOT want to go home this afternoon???

And those were THROUGH my clothes.

Took 90 minutes to get the Girly Girl caught and into the carrier.

I have been slapped

as to WHY I do NOT do Nanowrimo. It’s the wrong month. Between holidays and my son’s bday… I’m sick, very very very sick. Over the next 3 weeks, I have several performances to teach and attend, plus Christmas decorating PLUS packing and moving my room AND then unpacking it at the new school.

One of my 5th grade teachers wants me to teach 3 pairs of her students how to swing dance. I don’t know how to swing dance. I am NOT that graceful and oh – did I mention, I’m sick.

I went to the doc in the box yesterday. THe wait was 2 hours, so we hit 3 more. All were closed. We then went to the Minute Clinic at CVS Pharmacy – who charged me 3 times MORE than the Doc in the Box AND refused to give me what I needed. Either – oh no, that’s a CONTROLLED substance… to OMG! I would NEVER Rx that unless it was there was no other choice. Oh and you don’t have the flu, or strep…. I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT!!!! I HAVE ASTHMATIC BRONCHITIS!!!! As a result, I don’t HAVE what I need, I’m sliding into Walking Pneumonia – all that do to above – and yeah, I’m calling my doctor FIRST thing Monday morning.

I’m miserable and I pee all over myself every time I cough, which is often!

And I need to go buy a birthday cake because this darling with me is 30 today.

Wasn’t he cute?

 

Think we look a like?

I loves him muches.

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.

Happy Thanksgiving

I hope and pray that all of my friends who celebrate Thanksgiving, have a peaceful, lovely long weekend and all the turkey, ham, dressing and apple pie, you can stomach.

And mashed potatoes and gravy.

I have so much that I am thankful for. I look back over the past year and all the trials I’ve faced and the greatness of God bringing me through them. I have family that I not only speak to, but love greatly, my son breathes – that’s a biggie! Clothes! I’m thankful for CLOTHES!!!  I have a job that I fuss about but hey, after unemployment for 5 years, being able to meet the bills and have a little bit left over is a great thing. And things are changing. We move into our new school next month over the holidays. I’m hoping when I get back from Thanksgiving break, I’ll be allowed in my room to take pictures before everything gets stacked in there.

The only thing I’m NOT grateful for right now, is this horrible Upper Respiratory Infection that I can feel will probably be some sort of bronchitis or walking pneumonia with the next 24 hours. I’m going downhill. My lungs haven’t rattled this bad in a long time. Spawn will be driving into the Interior and I’m going to read and look at my new clothing catalogues. I just might put the battery in the laptop and write. I don’t think I’m going to make my goal for Nanowrimo. 😦 But hey, I’ve started it… right? And I’m committed to finishing it!

And lastly, I’m thankful for all of you! You keep me going, keep me guessing, keep me sane. You keep me smiling and you keep me thinking. I’m thankful for Richard Armitage, because he brought almost everyone one of you into my circle. And I am forever thankful for that.

We are going to pack the car, catch the kitties and bring them as well. I hope to head out of here in the next few hours. So I hope and pray that all of you (even if you don’t celebrate) have a wonderful, long weekend!

 

Dear Firefox

The New Firefox sucks. It’s ugly. Boxy. I”m having to completely retweak my page because you dumped it.

The opening page is harder to see because you made things smaller. And Square.

And I don’t give two shits about Pocket. Yes, I’ve done away with it. I shouldn’t have to.

It’s not faster for me. It’s SLOWER! As in snail’s pace.

In addition, you did away with things I downloaded to make my surfing experience much better and tuned to me. Xkit. Certain anti-ad kits. You dumped them too. You didn’t just reformat your shit, you reformatted mine. That’s not cool. Xkit will take God knows how long to fix because I blacklisted shit and now I have to remember what all I blacklisted. Somethings will be quick and easy, but I shouldn’t have to do that. This will take time I don’t have. I feel effed up the ass without the benefit of lube. Why do I use you again? Oh yeah. Tumblr.

And to make things worse, one of my not so small rugcrawlers did a sticky finger lift in my purse while I was breaking up a fight to the tune of 363.00. No, it was NOT found. Yes, I’m extremely unhappy.

Right now, I need to get in the shower because I have a funeral to go to. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to one and as I recall, they aren’t much of a party.

When the Ribbons Dance 03

Sorry for the delay. Between having the stomach virus from hell and then my principal passing away, I don’t have any air left in my lungs. And I got stuck in this over a stupid thing. Ah well.  Thanks everyone for reading.

When the Ribbons Dance – Chapter 03

When the Ribbons Dance

Chapter 03

“Stopio ble rydych chi! Pwy ydych chi?”

Bronwyn scowled at the arrow point, inches from her nose. “HEY!” She dropped her bag and pushed the arrow to the left. “It’s kinda late for a reenactment!”

In shock

My boss passed away today. It was sudden, unexpected and we still don’t have any details.

I had my differences with her, but she gave me a job when I desperately needed one and she believed in our children – even the rotten ones.

When the Ribbons Dance 02

Chapter 3 might be a few extra days. Being down 3 or 4 days with the stomach virus really put a notch in me.

“Royce? Royce wants your dig?” The static over the line that evening was horrific and Bronwyn strained to hear. The internet connection in this little town was next to nothing and Skyping was impossible. “Why? And who is Madoc?”

The pen was sitting on the nightstand and Bronwyn glared at it as if all the evils of the world – or at least the evils of her world – could be laid on it’s slender column. “Royce’s dig is yielding nothing and it should be coming up roses. Mine should be coughing up splintered pot shards and buried joints and yet yielded this way cool dead person who has been dead for centuries. Therefore, he wants it.” She exhaled loudly. “And Madoc is a Welsh Prince.”

When the Ribbons Dance 01

Chapter 01

“You threw that pen again, didn’t you?”

If Bronwyn hadn’t known the disembodied voice on the other line, hadn’t been friends since the cradle with the disembodied voice, hadn’t poured her heart and pain and hopes and dreams and spent how many countless nights building tents and Barbie Doll houses with the disembodied voice, her cursing would have been worse. Much worse.

“Damn,” she grunted.

zee reads

I am home with what feels like a gall bladder attack, except I don’t have a gall bladder. Every rude, nasty, thing that can happen to your body is happening to mine for the last 24 hours. I’m posting this little bit and then heading to the Doc in the box.

Sooo, we have…

Zee Reads. A small amount to be sure and I actually FINISHED all three – I’m so proud.

I have I think the entire series. Funny, irreverent. Arly (short for Ariel and no, not named after the mermaid) was living the high life in NYC until her ugly nasty divorce. She returns to her home town Maggody, Arkansas with it’s weird people and tbh, a mayor and city council with questionable ethics. She’s hired to  be chief of police (that would be her and her deputy, that’s it) and has a hate/hate relationship with the mayor. He owns the Quick Screw Grocery and gas station.  It’s all fun and games until a state gubermint worker disappears and Arly’s mom’s best waitress quits to go to the big city (Little Rock) to attend Cosmetology School. Except she’s murdered before she can leave and the state gubermint worker was heading to have papers signed to use Maggody’s favorite swimming hole as a dump.

Part 2o of the Maggody series… Robin Buchanan lives in a shack on the side of the mountain. She’s mother to a brood of children the state is more than happy to wash their hands of as long as she ‘promises’ to home school. On a hike across the mountain to tend to her ginseng patch, she discovers someone has pulled up the plants and exchanged them for something more… feel better, kwim? Long story short, Robin doesn’t make it out of the patch alive and her kids are running wild and rampant.

In the meantime, the town has a new psychic, a new high school counselor, and a small group of hippies have taken over the general store.  Of course, none of this could be coincidence, right?

The prelude to yet another series. Tubby Dubbonet is a New Orleans attorney, aging, gaining weight, divorced.  One of his clients is an inventor of sorts and looking for investors. Investors are wealthy scallywags and karma is brought down at its best.

I’m heading now to the Doc in the Box and then I hope home with feel good meds and writing all weekend.