Friday, November 18, 2011

Nanowrimo

Besides developing varicose veins that a phelbotomist would kill for, I have been developing another something that I hope will prove less painful.
I'm writing a book. I'm doing this crazy Nanowrimo thing and besides feeling completely insecure about my writing and my characters in addition to all the other things I usually feel insecure about, it's been fun. 
I have 25,000 words, which means I'm slightly behind in my word count, but I'm halfway to a goal of 50,000. I'm so goal-oriented that I'm halfway tempted to write "Blah, blah, blah" over and over for the words I'm missing, but I'm pretty sure that would not help me write the next Great American Novel. Because that is what this is. For sure. Except there's not enough Angst and Zombies. But I still have 25,000 words to go, so maybe some of that will work its way in. 
Here's my favorite excerpt:

When God was handing out talents in heaven, I imagine the scenario went something like this:
“Ahh,” he smiled down at me, “What talent would you like little one?”

Eager and anxious and nervous because there was a huge line behind me I must have forgot to ask for a useful skill. I was probably thinking about cooking, or being a good friend, or raising children, or some other unselfish and noble skill. But then I balked. Being in the presence of God must have made me jittery because I blurted out “Swimming! I want to be a good swimmer.”
I imagine that God drew his bushy, yet benevolent eyebrows together and possibly slightly frowned.

“Swimming?” He must have gently asked.


“Yes, yes. Swimming. I heard the earth is three-fourths water,” I laughed nervously, then coughed, when no one else laughed, and then nodded very seriously. “Swimming.”


God probably looked down at the blueprint for my life and thought, “Well, swimming won’t really help her with a history degree, teaching, and then three children, but, swimming it is.”
Then he smiled, made a few changes on the plan and told me to do my best.


And I am. But I sure could use a few other talents right now. My stellar swimming skills notwithstanding I think I’m drowning in motherhood. 

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Motherhood


I'm always making to-do lists, but this sums up how I feel somedays. When I think about #2 I think about dinosaurs chasing me, or children whining, or fireballs whizzing through the sky. Not that these things happen, but that's what survive says to me.

What do you survive?

Thursday, November 10, 2011

A Brief Angry History of Daylight Saving Time

George Vernon Hudson, a man too busy collecting insects to think about how Daylight Saving Time might possibly cause a four-year-old to scream in a high-pitched voice for fifteen minutes at 8:00 p.m. four days into the fall time change that she wants "TO BE HOME RIGHT NOW!" while driving in the car, when her mother has been working so very carefully with her and gained some solid ground on not throwing fits, proposed shifting an hour of daylight to the evening in the summer so he could COLLECT BUGS.

William Willet, a British man who had never dragged a sobbing, hysterical six-year-old out to the car in his bare feet on a cold winter morning to go to school, and had never bodily carried a four-year-old, kicking and screaming to her carpool and shoved her inside and said, "Watch out! The door's shutting," as she tried to cling to him, because they are sleeping an hour less than normal, also proposed DST in Britain so he could GOLF LONGER.

Foolishly, most of the U.S., under the delusion that they are saving energy, money or anything at all, agrees to this mass conspiracy against parents and their children and continues to change their clocks like lemmings falling off cliffs each spring and fall.
The End

Monday, November 7, 2011

Zion in Fall

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If you've never been to Zion National Park in the fall, you should go. I, (yes me), with my 6 megapixel Nikon D40, took these pictures, no touch up this past weekend.
In one of my undergrad writing classes I remember a quote that our teacher read to us that went something like, "Even the poorest astronomer, through diligence, is bound to see some shooting stars." Now, for the life of me, I can't find the exact quote. Seriously Google? You've answered all my other obscure questions, why can't you find my quote?
Anyway, that's how I feel about my photography. I have a decent camera and sometimes I get lucky with lighting and scenery. It's easy to take beautiful pictures in Zion, especially in the fall.
Which one should we make humongous to hang on our wall?

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Sunday, November 6, 2011

Lotoja

The day before Mike left for Alabama he and his brother Dave did Lotoja.I got to be their support driver and had a good time driving them around and pretending to think that they weren't crazy. 
They finished a little slower than they wanted, but did a great job. 
I made a little scrapbook of the adventure: 
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