I am writing during the day, which is unusual. I wonder if I will make more sense? Too funny. I normally write when I am am in insomniac mode. I would love a nap today, but I am trying to refrain. I love naps, but they mess with my nighttime chaotic sleep pattern.
So how am I doing? Okay. Yes, okay, today. Yesterday had its moments of touch-and-go where I felt the bottom fall out of my world. I am back on balance and shaking my head at myself. I am 40 something, not 19 something. An internet surprise of a very old boyfriend shocked the hell out of me. Ztttpt! The sound that electricity makes when it shorts and fizzles out. Okay, I am good.
I told another friend that that relationship was from another universe, from another planet. If some of the new theories about space, time, multi-verses and string theory are even remotely true, then yes...it was. I am glad, as yet, that we can only travel back into time in our memories. I would still love a transponder though, instant teleportation. I think a phasar or a light-saber would be awesome as well. I do realize if they did exist, it wouldn't be in my house. Maybe a low voltage laser device to slice toast or incinerate garbage. It still would be sweet.
I am a "nerd", "geek"..I was raised on science-fiction before anyone really knew what that was. Asimov, Heinlein, Tolkien, CS Lewis..to name a few, were my heroes. I was also raised on organic foods fresh from the garden and the Mid-west diet of home-cooked meat and a carbohydrate. Cheese, dairy, fresh fruits and vegetables, nuts, olive oil, whole wheat, herbal tea, wild honey and chocolate..and then American junk goodies thrown in, pop-tarts, cake of all kinds, Oreos, Chef-boy-r-dee ravioli, candy, ice cream, and soda..(or pop). I love food.
I worked in a restaurant most of my life, and line-cooked and home-cooked. Cooking for yourself is difficult at times, cooking for kids is the worst. I'd rather cook for anyone else rather than my kids. That is even including people I hate or would normally be afraid of. I suppose it would depend on where and when. Of course, feeding my family is a daily process. My children are still learning. I am not a very good teacher with them. I get too hyper and over-react, or I take over and scootch them out of my kitchen.
I am really craving shrimp right now for some reason. Yes, this is really how my mind works. Some part of me is typing this and thinks wow, my fingers and hands are really dry. I have that lotion that doesn't break me out, but then the keys would get all greasy. Another part is irritated that my kids used my computer so there is smudgy fingerprints on it...and dust. I can hear the A/C working and while nice and cool, some part of my mind is going ka-ching. There's a bill, and I have a few bills on the table I need to get too and I still haven't done my coupon/grocery work and, and..I still don't know what to make for dinner that my kids will eat.
I am still not smoking,but I am also overeating and gaining weight, still. I am so unhappy with this. I prefer the fact that I am blessed to be able to be fat as opposed to starving, I have been hungry. I have eaten stuff either because I was forced to or I was just too hungry to care. I always joked around and said I love food and hate exercise. True. "If I had to run for my life, I would die." yep.
It is very late now, my kids are sleeping and I am okay. I went to the movies "Avengers" with my son. It was great, we had a very good time. The movie was fun and reminded me of the joy of stories. It made me glad to be human, to be able to think. They say fictional books, movies, cartoons, comics are an escape from reality. Yes, thank you very much. I don't want to live there but it is sure nice to visit...and just laugh, because it was funny.
A writer once proposed the theory that all stories are real, they actually create their own universe. I always thought that was an excellent idea. Whether that universe existed before it was imagined or it was always there and the writer found it is a different debate.
So what does that mean for non-fiction writing like this blog? Too funny, is the word first? Are the memories real because I shared them or as I said up above, does it matter as it is now a different time and place? Yes, to me it matters. Not just my tales, but everyone's. Every single person has something to say or think or contribute..yes, they do.
Thanks for listening as always. TTYL
So how am I doing? Okay. Yes, okay, today. Yesterday had its moments of touch-and-go where I felt the bottom fall out of my world. I am back on balance and shaking my head at myself. I am 40 something, not 19 something. An internet surprise of a very old boyfriend shocked the hell out of me. Ztttpt! The sound that electricity makes when it shorts and fizzles out. Okay, I am good.
I told another friend that that relationship was from another universe, from another planet. If some of the new theories about space, time, multi-verses and string theory are even remotely true, then yes...it was. I am glad, as yet, that we can only travel back into time in our memories. I would still love a transponder though, instant teleportation. I think a phasar or a light-saber would be awesome as well. I do realize if they did exist, it wouldn't be in my house. Maybe a low voltage laser device to slice toast or incinerate garbage. It still would be sweet.
I am a "nerd", "geek"..I was raised on science-fiction before anyone really knew what that was. Asimov, Heinlein, Tolkien, CS Lewis..to name a few, were my heroes. I was also raised on organic foods fresh from the garden and the Mid-west diet of home-cooked meat and a carbohydrate. Cheese, dairy, fresh fruits and vegetables, nuts, olive oil, whole wheat, herbal tea, wild honey and chocolate..and then American junk goodies thrown in, pop-tarts, cake of all kinds, Oreos, Chef-boy-r-dee ravioli, candy, ice cream, and soda..(or pop). I love food.
I worked in a restaurant most of my life, and line-cooked and home-cooked. Cooking for yourself is difficult at times, cooking for kids is the worst. I'd rather cook for anyone else rather than my kids. That is even including people I hate or would normally be afraid of. I suppose it would depend on where and when. Of course, feeding my family is a daily process. My children are still learning. I am not a very good teacher with them. I get too hyper and over-react, or I take over and scootch them out of my kitchen.
I am really craving shrimp right now for some reason. Yes, this is really how my mind works. Some part of me is typing this and thinks wow, my fingers and hands are really dry. I have that lotion that doesn't break me out, but then the keys would get all greasy. Another part is irritated that my kids used my computer so there is smudgy fingerprints on it...and dust. I can hear the A/C working and while nice and cool, some part of my mind is going ka-ching. There's a bill, and I have a few bills on the table I need to get too and I still haven't done my coupon/grocery work and, and..I still don't know what to make for dinner that my kids will eat.
I am still not smoking,but I am also overeating and gaining weight, still. I am so unhappy with this. I prefer the fact that I am blessed to be able to be fat as opposed to starving, I have been hungry. I have eaten stuff either because I was forced to or I was just too hungry to care. I always joked around and said I love food and hate exercise. True. "If I had to run for my life, I would die." yep.
It is very late now, my kids are sleeping and I am okay. I went to the movies "Avengers" with my son. It was great, we had a very good time. The movie was fun and reminded me of the joy of stories. It made me glad to be human, to be able to think. They say fictional books, movies, cartoons, comics are an escape from reality. Yes, thank you very much. I don't want to live there but it is sure nice to visit...and just laugh, because it was funny.
A writer once proposed the theory that all stories are real, they actually create their own universe. I always thought that was an excellent idea. Whether that universe existed before it was imagined or it was always there and the writer found it is a different debate.
So what does that mean for non-fiction writing like this blog? Too funny, is the word first? Are the memories real because I shared them or as I said up above, does it matter as it is now a different time and place? Yes, to me it matters. Not just my tales, but everyone's. Every single person has something to say or think or contribute..yes, they do.
Thanks for listening as always. TTYL
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