Three months ago, I became a near-prisoner in this house. I have no money and nowhere to live. It was sort of a given that I would end up back in the house.
But with my sisters departing in 24 and 48 hours respectively, I think I may have to either clean the place down or write a novel to keep busy. Getting a job seems difficult-working on that. I'll be applying for school tomorrow (hopefully).
I'm going to go nuts here unless I find something to do.
Very tired now, and I think I'm going to go crash out before Sara conks me awake at 3 AM when she gets out of bed.
Ta,
Bec
29.8.09
26.8.09
An Extra Little Note
Been Muse-freaking this week, and I'm beginning to think I had better slow down because I still have, by my count, 2 1/2 weeks till the release of the new album.
BUT there are still a few out there (okay a lot of you) who don't understand WHY Muse is so...well, let me attempt an explanation.
American music has slipped into a bad spot. Not all American music is bad, but when I hear the radio these days, most of it isn't high quality. It doesn't sound like someone put effort into it; it kind of sounds like people just wanting to make money off of their music.
Muse are something special. They are all very talented, very intelligent guys whose main interests consistently have been the music. The money they've earned was well earned. They have worked so hard the last decade to get where they are. Muse have more than paid their dues.
How many bands do YOU know of where the lead singer pulls triple, sometimes quadruple duty? Matt Bellamy not only writes the songs, but sings them, plays guitar, plays piano, and somehow finds time to do stage moves most would break their necks attempting.
I have yet to find an American band that keeps the high standards that Muse does. They give so much of themselves into a performance, so consistently, a person just has to promote that.
With Muse, I found that I suddenly respected a decent guitar riff (I'd never understood that before), that a song played on stage requires something akin to playing a part in theater. A singer isn't really a singer unless they can pull off that song on a stage in front of people.
Also with Muse, they seem so darn humble for how great everyone in the fandom knows that they are. Matt won Sexiest Male at the NME's, and when he was told, the look of shock on his face was absolutely priceless. He stated that he was too short to be sexy (a lot of female fans disagree with this statement).
I've been a fan for two years this October, and as far as music goes, this has been the best two years of my life. My musical taste has improved drastically. I listen to Rachmaninoff and Mozart...and most of it is because of Muse.
So, as the new album approaches, I will try to slow the Muse love/crazy screaming/just general I'm off my rocker and loving it stuff down. But I don't guarantee I'll shut up about them, and this blog is still going to talk about them. I will be a Muse fan for life. I think they've earned it.
Ta,
Bec
BUT there are still a few out there (okay a lot of you) who don't understand WHY Muse is so...well, let me attempt an explanation.
American music has slipped into a bad spot. Not all American music is bad, but when I hear the radio these days, most of it isn't high quality. It doesn't sound like someone put effort into it; it kind of sounds like people just wanting to make money off of their music.
Muse are something special. They are all very talented, very intelligent guys whose main interests consistently have been the music. The money they've earned was well earned. They have worked so hard the last decade to get where they are. Muse have more than paid their dues.
How many bands do YOU know of where the lead singer pulls triple, sometimes quadruple duty? Matt Bellamy not only writes the songs, but sings them, plays guitar, plays piano, and somehow finds time to do stage moves most would break their necks attempting.
I have yet to find an American band that keeps the high standards that Muse does. They give so much of themselves into a performance, so consistently, a person just has to promote that.
With Muse, I found that I suddenly respected a decent guitar riff (I'd never understood that before), that a song played on stage requires something akin to playing a part in theater. A singer isn't really a singer unless they can pull off that song on a stage in front of people.
Also with Muse, they seem so darn humble for how great everyone in the fandom knows that they are. Matt won Sexiest Male at the NME's, and when he was told, the look of shock on his face was absolutely priceless. He stated that he was too short to be sexy (a lot of female fans disagree with this statement).
I've been a fan for two years this October, and as far as music goes, this has been the best two years of my life. My musical taste has improved drastically. I listen to Rachmaninoff and Mozart...and most of it is because of Muse.
So, as the new album approaches, I will try to slow the Muse love/crazy screaming/just general I'm off my rocker and loving it stuff down. But I don't guarantee I'll shut up about them, and this blog is still going to talk about them. I will be a Muse fan for life. I think they've earned it.
Ta,
Bec
NOPE
All right, you recall how several weeks ago I said I had PCOS?
Well, it turns out that I DO NOT have PCOS.
Ha.
Just try to keep up with the lunacy, okay?
Hey, if I keep going like this, by the time I'm 500 (God forbid) I'll have cleaned out the possible diseases box.
Ta,
Bec
Well, it turns out that I DO NOT have PCOS.
Ha.
Just try to keep up with the lunacy, okay?
Hey, if I keep going like this, by the time I'm 500 (God forbid) I'll have cleaned out the possible diseases box.
Ta,
Bec
23.8.09
Trip Diary
Sunday: We're off and running...no, we're not. The van has died. In Grandma's driveway. Let's hope she doesn't come home right now. Dad has walked off home, back through the rain to get the car.
We have arrived at the local waterhole...and the van has died again. Dad's taken off in the blue car to go get a battery.
Okay, here's the scene: Three INCHES of mud in the driveway. Pouring rain. Packing the contents of a large van into two rather small cars, cutting out what we can along the way so that it all fits in.
I wound up leaving an entire bag at home so that we would have more room. I, Mom, Dad, Whisper (shaking on the floor) and Spritey (bouncing in Mom's lap on the front seat) are in the red car. Anna and Sara drove the blue.
So, NOW we're off.
Monday:
Spritey is losing her third coat (as evidenced by the seat she was in yesterday). When Spritey begins to lose her third coat, she can completely cover a chair in a matter of minutes with the loose stuff.
Why Spritey couldn't have lost her third coat earlier is anyone's guess. She's been miserable all summer because of it.
Whisper, however, has already covered the campsite with holes (she loves to dig.)
Tuesday:
Went to see the butterflies (Monarchs down by a point on the lake.) Dad got lost trying to get there, then we spent an hour driving towards the point.
There were hardly any butterflies, thanks to the wind, but there were BURRS in the woods, and boy, did Spritey and Whisper catch them. I spent a good 15 minutes pulling them out of Spritey's fur and still didn't get them all.
Wednesday:
In the process of brushing Spritey's fur out, Anna discovered burrs in between her toes, stuck in the fur of her paws. Very difficult to get them out, and to top it all off, Whisper had them, too.
Supposed to rain tonight. We'll see.
We laid out on the beach for awhile in the warm sun, and Spritey chased me all over the place when I tried to run off, outran me, and then nipped me in the ankles for running away. No leaving the herd for me.
Thursday:
Pouring, pouring, pouring rain. We're going to Newberry and we're taking the dogs. Mom wants to do laundry and Sara wants to go to a restaurant.
Had a good dinner and we came back in the dark. Mom decided that we absolutely needed to find her nightshirt and her book, both of which Anna managed to lose. I had no earthly idea where they were, but somehow wound up being the one having to LOOK for all these lost things when I was cold and tired and wanting to go to bed and get warm. I lost my temper.
Friday:
Freezing today. Spritey has taken up a new habit-shoving her nose into the dirt and pushing it around. Amusing as hell. Took video of it earlier, and then Mom dropped buckwheat pancake batter and Spritey decided to bury it. I got video of that, too. Will post it when I get home.
Those videos are here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzwrTdyxwKk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAom5e548c0
Saturday: Bloody weather. You wouldn't know it was August today, thanks to the FREEZING cold we're experiencing. We went out to the point today, and the only time I was really warm (in two sweatshirts and a T-shirt, no less) was when I was sitting fully in the sun.
Nice fossils this year; Dad had to crowbar a rock apart to get the good stuff out of it.
We went to Seney Wildlife Refuge tonight (save Sara) because it was so cold. Saw swans, ducks, and even a beaver. Got back so late we couldn't see two feet in front of our faces and had to use the pit toilet in the pitch dark. Fun, fun, fun...
Sunday:
Packed up this morning. Red car wouldn't start. Dad borrowed a pair of jumper cables, got it going, and then didn't turn it off all the way home, fearing that if he did, it wouldn't start again.
Got home and now I'm tired, so good night.
Ta,
Bec
We have arrived at the local waterhole...and the van has died again. Dad's taken off in the blue car to go get a battery.
Okay, here's the scene: Three INCHES of mud in the driveway. Pouring rain. Packing the contents of a large van into two rather small cars, cutting out what we can along the way so that it all fits in.
I wound up leaving an entire bag at home so that we would have more room. I, Mom, Dad, Whisper (shaking on the floor) and Spritey (bouncing in Mom's lap on the front seat) are in the red car. Anna and Sara drove the blue.
So, NOW we're off.
Monday:
Spritey is losing her third coat (as evidenced by the seat she was in yesterday). When Spritey begins to lose her third coat, she can completely cover a chair in a matter of minutes with the loose stuff.
Why Spritey couldn't have lost her third coat earlier is anyone's guess. She's been miserable all summer because of it.
Whisper, however, has already covered the campsite with holes (she loves to dig.)
Tuesday:
Went to see the butterflies (Monarchs down by a point on the lake.) Dad got lost trying to get there, then we spent an hour driving towards the point.
There were hardly any butterflies, thanks to the wind, but there were BURRS in the woods, and boy, did Spritey and Whisper catch them. I spent a good 15 minutes pulling them out of Spritey's fur and still didn't get them all.
Wednesday:
In the process of brushing Spritey's fur out, Anna discovered burrs in between her toes, stuck in the fur of her paws. Very difficult to get them out, and to top it all off, Whisper had them, too.
Supposed to rain tonight. We'll see.
We laid out on the beach for awhile in the warm sun, and Spritey chased me all over the place when I tried to run off, outran me, and then nipped me in the ankles for running away. No leaving the herd for me.
Thursday:
Pouring, pouring, pouring rain. We're going to Newberry and we're taking the dogs. Mom wants to do laundry and Sara wants to go to a restaurant.
Had a good dinner and we came back in the dark. Mom decided that we absolutely needed to find her nightshirt and her book, both of which Anna managed to lose. I had no earthly idea where they were, but somehow wound up being the one having to LOOK for all these lost things when I was cold and tired and wanting to go to bed and get warm. I lost my temper.
Friday:
Freezing today. Spritey has taken up a new habit-shoving her nose into the dirt and pushing it around. Amusing as hell. Took video of it earlier, and then Mom dropped buckwheat pancake batter and Spritey decided to bury it. I got video of that, too. Will post it when I get home.
Those videos are here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzwrTdyxwKk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAom5e548c0
Saturday: Bloody weather. You wouldn't know it was August today, thanks to the FREEZING cold we're experiencing. We went out to the point today, and the only time I was really warm (in two sweatshirts and a T-shirt, no less) was when I was sitting fully in the sun.
Nice fossils this year; Dad had to crowbar a rock apart to get the good stuff out of it.
We went to Seney Wildlife Refuge tonight (save Sara) because it was so cold. Saw swans, ducks, and even a beaver. Got back so late we couldn't see two feet in front of our faces and had to use the pit toilet in the pitch dark. Fun, fun, fun...
Sunday:
Packed up this morning. Red car wouldn't start. Dad borrowed a pair of jumper cables, got it going, and then didn't turn it off all the way home, fearing that if he did, it wouldn't start again.
Got home and now I'm tired, so good night.
Ta,
Bec
16.8.09
Zee!
I will not post any more this week, simply because I will be in another time zone, another STATE, way off in the middle of nowhere with nothing resembling a computer, much less Internet.
I am gone, people.
Ta,
Bec
Zetas Unite!
I am gone, people.
Ta,
Bec
Zetas Unite!
12.8.09
One Down, One To Go
According to the doc I saw today, I have a mild case of PCOS, if I even have it at all. My hormones are all normal, but two more tests have to come back to confirm the diagnosis.
This doctor was a lot better than the other guy. He explained things to me. He showed me the numbers. He wrote it out plain and simple for the nonmedical people in the room. Most of all, he didn't pull what the other one did-not tell me anything and then leave me to flounder in a sea of results, not understanding what was going on or how to fix the problem.
Results in about two days!
I have another yet today and then I go home. Yay me.
Ta,
Bec
UPDATE: Home again; other appt. went well.
I have a feature to introduce to this blog, a feature which I wasn't sure I wanted to introduce for a long time.
There is a man who we'll call D. Might as well protect his privacy. He's 50, married to a far older woman. He's been married before; first wife left him because of his slovenly and lazy ways.
This person goes to my parent's church has probably worked less days than I have, and I'm less than half his age. Mom's known him for a long time (they went to high school together). He has the hots for my mother and so Mom goes out of her way to avoid him, because he's like a mosquito-sucks you dry if you let him. When Mom (jokingly) said she was running off to marry D, Dad laughed.
He's a bit nerdy and weird. He doesn't bathe often (okay-HARDLY), the stories I hear about his house would make you never want to eat again, and he is going to lose his house to foreclosure/demolition in December when his wife goes into care for her Alzheimer's. He isn't trying to salvage himself, he's not trying to acquire a job like most people would have. His own mother has said she won't let him move in with her when he becomes homeless next winter, not unless he gets a job.
This guy has claimed that he was going to be adopted by an Indian tribe (we wonder what his tribal name would be, and who would adopt D, being that he's a parasite of sorts) but then his car was destroyed when someone smashed out his window and torched his car.
Mom and I are of the opinion that he may have committed insurance fraud.
He wants to follow us up camping, but Mom has told him we haven't figured out where we're going yet. This because HE WOULD follow us, eat our food, bug our sleep, and generally make us have to get a restraining order.
D is probably going to receive mercy from someone who will take pity on him, probably will leech off of church people until we can no longer stand him up here and he has to hitchhike south to Madison or Milwaukee.
But his stories are getting pretty fun to listen to...
Ta,
Bec
This doctor was a lot better than the other guy. He explained things to me. He showed me the numbers. He wrote it out plain and simple for the nonmedical people in the room. Most of all, he didn't pull what the other one did-not tell me anything and then leave me to flounder in a sea of results, not understanding what was going on or how to fix the problem.
Results in about two days!
I have another yet today and then I go home. Yay me.
Ta,
Bec
UPDATE: Home again; other appt. went well.
I have a feature to introduce to this blog, a feature which I wasn't sure I wanted to introduce for a long time.
There is a man who we'll call D. Might as well protect his privacy. He's 50, married to a far older woman. He's been married before; first wife left him because of his slovenly and lazy ways.
This person goes to my parent's church has probably worked less days than I have, and I'm less than half his age. Mom's known him for a long time (they went to high school together). He has the hots for my mother and so Mom goes out of her way to avoid him, because he's like a mosquito-sucks you dry if you let him. When Mom (jokingly) said she was running off to marry D, Dad laughed.
He's a bit nerdy and weird. He doesn't bathe often (okay-HARDLY), the stories I hear about his house would make you never want to eat again, and he is going to lose his house to foreclosure/demolition in December when his wife goes into care for her Alzheimer's. He isn't trying to salvage himself, he's not trying to acquire a job like most people would have. His own mother has said she won't let him move in with her when he becomes homeless next winter, not unless he gets a job.
This guy has claimed that he was going to be adopted by an Indian tribe (we wonder what his tribal name would be, and who would adopt D, being that he's a parasite of sorts) but then his car was destroyed when someone smashed out his window and torched his car.
Mom and I are of the opinion that he may have committed insurance fraud.
He wants to follow us up camping, but Mom has told him we haven't figured out where we're going yet. This because HE WOULD follow us, eat our food, bug our sleep, and generally make us have to get a restraining order.
D is probably going to receive mercy from someone who will take pity on him, probably will leech off of church people until we can no longer stand him up here and he has to hitchhike south to Madison or Milwaukee.
But his stories are getting pretty fun to listen to...
Ta,
Bec
11.8.09
Two Doc Visits Tomorrow!
Not that I'm thrilled; on the contrary, I would much rather do anything but this. But I need help and advice, so that's where I wind up going.
Got my pictures FINALLY printed off and sent to me; I started out with 3,000 pics, cut that down to 1,800, and printed off 430 of those. Not much, but something.
Haven't worked on Rainbow. Will probably do when I go on vacation next week.
Ta,
Bec
Got my pictures FINALLY printed off and sent to me; I started out with 3,000 pics, cut that down to 1,800, and printed off 430 of those. Not much, but something.
Haven't worked on Rainbow. Will probably do when I go on vacation next week.
Ta,
Bec
9.8.09
Our New Playstation :)
I have broken down and bought The Resistance on pre-order. Funny enough, the CD-DVD combination was a whole buck cheaper (at the moment) than just the CD. So why not get the limited-edition one?
Not much going on today. I have some new clothes that I have to try on tomorrow when I get up. My sister got a cheap Playstation (but we haven't had a chance to figure out if it works yet.) We advanced 10 years in videogame tech today-the other machine we own is one of the very first Nintendos (the Super Nintendo Entertainment System is fourth generation...and they're on what? 6 or 7 now?) If you want to get a sense of how old this thing is, it came out in 1990, when I was 4 YEARS OLD.
It is very hard to find games for a 20 year-old obsolete console, and it's especially hard to find the little plastic gun for Duck Hunt when it dies. Or the RF modulator. Or some other freaking part that's for a machine so old that the Berlin Wall was barely down before it landed in the stores.
It is far easier to find games for a Playstation console, seeing as that came out about 10 years after the Nintendo. We can go on Amazon and dig up used ones. The parts are modern enough we could get them REPLACED if we needed to.
At the rate we're going, we'll have a Wii when I'm in my mid-30's.
Ta,
Bec
CORRECTION: Anna has just told me that we don't have the SUPER Nintendo Entertainment System, but we have the plain old Nintendo Entertainment System. The damn thing came out in 1985.
For the record, I wasn't even BORN in 1985, and as for the Berlin Wall, it had another 4 years to stand at THAT point.
So we don't have a 20 year-old console, no NO. We have a 24 year-old console...and we still don't have parts for the stupid thing.
Not much going on today. I have some new clothes that I have to try on tomorrow when I get up. My sister got a cheap Playstation (but we haven't had a chance to figure out if it works yet.) We advanced 10 years in videogame tech today-the other machine we own is one of the very first Nintendos (the Super Nintendo Entertainment System is fourth generation...and they're on what? 6 or 7 now?) If you want to get a sense of how old this thing is, it came out in 1990, when I was 4 YEARS OLD.
It is very hard to find games for a 20 year-old obsolete console, and it's especially hard to find the little plastic gun for Duck Hunt when it dies. Or the RF modulator. Or some other freaking part that's for a machine so old that the Berlin Wall was barely down before it landed in the stores.
It is far easier to find games for a Playstation console, seeing as that came out about 10 years after the Nintendo. We can go on Amazon and dig up used ones. The parts are modern enough we could get them REPLACED if we needed to.
At the rate we're going, we'll have a Wii when I'm in my mid-30's.
Ta,
Bec
CORRECTION: Anna has just told me that we don't have the SUPER Nintendo Entertainment System, but we have the plain old Nintendo Entertainment System. The damn thing came out in 1985.
For the record, I wasn't even BORN in 1985, and as for the Berlin Wall, it had another 4 years to stand at THAT point.
So we don't have a 20 year-old console, no NO. We have a 24 year-old console...and we still don't have parts for the stupid thing.
8.8.09
Blah!
Boring day. Bought a couple of shirts and a Sting CD. Fought with my sister for not being grateful (I paid for a bunch of stuff for her today and she didn't even thank me for it.) Baked some bread. Cleaned an apartment and made some money. Ate a pork chop and then ate another. Watched some TV and now I'm tired and going to bed.
Ta,
Bec
Ta,
Bec
6.8.09
Boring Thursday
Not much going on today; hung around the house and baked some bread, which tastes awesome.
First reader of my story liked it but I already see that it needs work.
Ta,
Bec
First reader of my story liked it but I already see that it needs work.
Ta,
Bec
5.8.09
Busy...
Will talk to you about stuff later. New story idea has got me in a bind and I'm researching orange gemstones (should I go with fire opal or citrine or amber or carnelian or tourmaline?)
Ta,
Bec
UPDATE: Got it! First draft of "Princess Rain" (title subject to change a dozen times) completed. I AM good at these children's stories...
I'll type more about it tomorrow; my wrists are kind of sore from all that work.
Ta,
Bec
UPDATE: Got it! First draft of "Princess Rain" (title subject to change a dozen times) completed. I AM good at these children's stories...
I'll type more about it tomorrow; my wrists are kind of sore from all that work.
4.8.09
Still Going To The Doctor
Forget the dietitian. She won't help.
It appears that the only solution I'm going to get is if I go back to see a doctor at the clinic-something I was hoping to avoid.
Darn it.
May have found a way to FINALLY print my photos from the UK, Ireland, and Italy. FINALLY.
Ta,
Bec
It appears that the only solution I'm going to get is if I go back to see a doctor at the clinic-something I was hoping to avoid.
Darn it.
May have found a way to FINALLY print my photos from the UK, Ireland, and Italy. FINALLY.
Ta,
Bec
3.8.09
5 Days Gone; New Muse Song
New Muse song out; I snatched a video copy and tore the audio off into an Mp3 file before Warner Music started pulling videos down this morning. Sounds amazing and as Muse usually does with these things, completely different from the other one I've already got.
Meanwhile, I have had no sugar for 5 DAYS, save for a small wedge of cake back on Day 1 and a spoonful of frosting yesterday morning.
This may not be it for the purging, though. I might have to go low-carb (which would suck), meaning I would give up pasta and bread...which might affect my fibromyalgia, because then I won't have any carbohydrates to sustain me.
I'm going to see a doctor next week and I'm consulting with a free dietitian from the county. We'll see what I'm going to lose soon enough...
Ta,
Bec
Meanwhile, I have had no sugar for 5 DAYS, save for a small wedge of cake back on Day 1 and a spoonful of frosting yesterday morning.
This may not be it for the purging, though. I might have to go low-carb (which would suck), meaning I would give up pasta and bread...which might affect my fibromyalgia, because then I won't have any carbohydrates to sustain me.
I'm going to see a doctor next week and I'm consulting with a free dietitian from the county. We'll see what I'm going to lose soon enough...
Ta,
Bec
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