I know I can’t be the only person who goes and cleans up their Pinterest boards and reorganizes, right? What happens when you find that you pinned things that are no longer relevant? For example I can tell what house we were considering buying by a few of my boards. The first farmhouse we put an offer on had a huge attic with an accessible stairway that we thought we would turn into a master suite. Hence all sorts of pins about attics which isn’t helpful at all because we don’t even have an attic in our house! Second you can see lots of pins about barns. What to do with all that barn space, turn it into an event space? A bed and breakfast A daycare center? A man cave? An apartment? All sorts of ideas about renovating barns…and…we don’t have a barn. If we do build a barn it will be for animals, not all of the above. I wonder what else I have floating around out there. I was moving things to other boards but now I think I might just delete if they aren’t relevant anymore. That makes more sense, but is has been fun watching the process.
Yeah, my reoccurring revolving dream about feeding the rabbits in the barn took a crazy turn last night. *Read this post with links for history on the dream*
All the same process, I was at the old house and I wake up realizing I need to feed the rabbits and the cats. I go to the cupboard to get the dry cat food and I find there isn’t any…when I go outside to check on the rabbits all the cats are surrounding me and crying because they want food. I check for rabbit food and of course there isn’t any…nor is there any hay for their bedding. I’m panicking wondering how long they have been without, thinking the rabbits must be cold without any bedding in their cage. And then I turn to look at the cages and I see all the rabbit cages are under grow lights which somehow keeps them nourished and warm. (No grow lights for the cats though…)
Yeah. What? In real life we have been out of dry cat food the last few days so I assume that is where my brain went for that part of the dream. My dad was on my mind yesterday, it would have been his birthday…so the dream itself of my childhood home makes sense to have also. And the grow lights? Well, we have been paying a lot of attention to our attempt at indoor gardening on the balcony the last few weeks?
Dreams are odd.
Time: after midnight. The NaNoWriMo clock has reset another 1,667 words to my never catching up daily word count. We are halfway through the month and I still am attempting to write. This is a success in itself. Last night (today? what is it if it is after midnight but you are still up?) Anyhow, yesterday I blew past my word count for the day…and here I am now, ready to log off for the night and I already am past my daily word count for Day #15 as well! TWO GREEN BARS in two days! That my friends is a success.
Only 3,697 words to write sometime on Friday to break even! (Or more like 5,364 because I inevitably end up writing when the clock strikes and the new daily word count is added.)
SPOILER ALERT: Ok guys and gals this is one where I get cheezy, you’ve been warned.
Last night as I was finishing off the last words in NaNoWriMo world He Who Makes Me Smile came up behind me on the computer and asked how I was doing. I hid the post I just wrote, embarrassed to share the fluffy nothing on the screen and flipped over to the NaNoWriMo main page, the one with the graph.
I tell him my stats. And how far behind I am. He looks at the graph and says in his playful, ever-supporting way “you have to get writing, you’re never gonna make it!” And then he traces his line up the graph and ends at the 30,000 word mark and then falls off the cliff into the abyss. The way he said it was not mean, but rather funny. And true. When I showed him the stagnant days where I didn’t write at all, or barely he just basically told me no excuses. And get on it.
So this morning I get up and leave to meet up with a friend and when I get home He Who Makes Me Smile says “you’ve been blogging like a fiend. I like it. Keep it up!” Guess he took sometime to catch up over at All Things Jennifer.
Seriously, having this man in my corner no matter what crazy goal I have in mind has been one of the greatest gifts in my life. I don’t quite know what I did to deserve someone who puts up with the crazy…but I’m ever so happy and constantly smiling because of him.
Thank you love, for keeping me on my many tracks of all the roads less traveled. Time to catch up with that goal.
He Who Makes Me Smile is growing a beard. And after a few weeks of scraggly concern, it is looking quite nice I must say. I’m loving my sexy Husband with his beard! Someone the other night made a comment that it makes his face look thinner also…and it occurred to me this is true because his beard line falls right on that space where the double chin meets the chin–therefore HIDING HIS DOUBLE CHIN!
Could I BE more jealous? Can I grow a beard please too?
Without a doubt in the world the one feature I HATE about my body the most isn’t the 100+ extra pounds I carry, but the weight I carry in my neck and chin area. Even when I was 100 pounds lighter I had that double chin. I had it as a baby and I think I always will…but it’s so much more than just my chin, it’s those tree stump lines in my neck with rolls of fat as well.
I never ever considered myself a person who would look into plastic surgery, but I freely admit here and now that the idea of getting some kind of a procedure, a liposuction of the neck and chin area. I’m dead serious too. I’ve looked into it semi-seriously and the cost doesn’t scare me as much as the idea that it still is a medical procedure and something could go wrong, just for a cosmetic reason I don’t think I could ever do something like that with a risk…no matter how much I hate my neck. UNLESS of course I lose weight and become healthier first. The surgery might be a whole different option and not as risky. How pathetic am I to think this way?
I really can’t stand my neck. Turtlenecks are nice in the winter and I try to wear scarfs or go the opposite way and wear v-necks that draw the sight line down to the boobies, but in reality…none of these tricks make a difference. The right camera angle helps for photos, sometimes. But the sad fact remains.
I will never be able to grow a beard.
My name is Jennifer and I have a confession. Of course if you know me and see me in person you likely know this already…but…here I go. I rarely wear makeup.
I’ve gone on interviews without putting makeup on (and got the job, be quiet…)
I’ve gone to fancy social events without putting makeup on…
Those moments few and far between the last decade or so that I do wear makeup, I always tried for a very minimalistic look. I’ve been basically carrying around the same four to six brownish pink grey beige eyeshadows around since I was allowed to wear makeup. I sometimes opt for foundation and powder, but rarely blush and never lipstick. I have super thin lips and a shaky hand…lip gloss does just fine most days. I do enjoy mascara and a lash curler, but mostly because I’m a mess and end up getting liquid foundation on my lashes and have to make them dark again.
Perhaps I’m in a time warp and I need to be on one of those MAKE HER OVER NOW reality shows?
He Who Makes Me Smile confessed a few weeks ago, out of nowhere, that when I do wear makeup, he thinks the color is too light for my skin. Which was the first time anyone ever said that before, so I was intrigued. I’m a very pale white girl with freckles and blemishes about…I know when I do use foundation it wipes that palette clean and looks a bit fake to me. Which is probably why I rarely wear makeup anymore, I’m not exceptionally good and careful and precise about dabbing here and there with the right brush under the right lights to create the perfect contour. Never have been. But it never occurred to me that it didn’t look right…interesting, eh? I wonder what OTHER people are thinking when they see me run around daily without makeup? Or with?
I also don’t use hair products like spray or mousse or gel or any kind of dryer other than a towel and the occasional blast of heat from the vent in the car on my way someplace.
And the more I learn about toxic chemicals in makeup and cleaners and all sorts of products, the more I’m happy I don’t really use a lot of them in the first place. Being 11/12ths of the way to 40 years old and trying to have babies means I need to stay away from as much as that chemical stuff I can.
Did you know this about me? Anyone else out there basically makeup free?
Time flies when you’re having fun.
You make time for the people you want to make time for in life.
True, both of these things. And everyone of us is guilty into falling into the same pattern and routine weekly and seeing the people we always see.
Which is why it is so important to make time to break out of this habit, no matter how busy life gets.
This past Summer, my friend Maggie and I set up a date to get together for dinner…perhaps four or five weeks or so after we started talking about it. Our schedules were just that crazy, and it felt like forever…but then the day arrived. It was on the calendar and dinner happened. And all was right in the world.
At least a month ago, I contacted my friend Jenn to try to get together, our schedules didn’t match for a few weeks and we planned a lunch for a random Thursday. It felt so far away and guess what THURSDAY IS TODAY!
Note to self: schedule time with friends no matter how far away the day seems…time flies.
DAMMIT! It doesn’t matter if I feel accomplished after plugging away about 4,000 words today. The fact of the matter is I’m behind by 7,000 in NaNoWriMo and the time is now ten minutes to midnight which means my goal will now go up again by 1,667 words. Wah! I need to catch up and get ahead. I thought tonight I might be able to get to the even steven line of wordsmithing but alas, it is not so. Wonder how many more I can get under my belt before the dreaded hour.
I wonder what everyone else is doing. Creating dialogue, setting pretty pictures for our imagination through their words. Completing actual storylines and developing characters not just cheating the way through a word count.
Why do I consider it cheating? I shouldn’t think of it as cheating. The fact of the matter in the last thirteen (dangerously close to fourteen) days this November I have blogged more WORDS than I have all year. Which isn’t saying much, I’ve been a lazy blogger. Maybe even more words than the last two years combined. Somehow pictures seem to be my key lately…and yet I’ve been getting words down. Sometimes even posts to share. Sometimes even future prose and stories to develop! But as usual, I end up with the negative voice in my head saying CHEATER instead of WAY TO GO JEN! KEEP TYPING!
I’m an amazing cheerleader for everyone else, except myself. True story.
And the clock strikes Midnight.
6622 words behind. I mean, YAY 16,717 words written! 33,284 to go.
If I knew that we would have the crappiest internet connection known since dial up when purchasing our house in the middle of the woods…I’d still choose the house in the middle of the woods. But I might think twice about it. At least once. Somehow this thought escaped me when we went under contract. Satellite internet? Whatever, it won’t be too bad.
Unless it rains, or snows or it gets windy. Or cloudy. Or humid.
Or if we go over the highest plan available data coverage for the month. At that point you might as well not even try. Enter the neverending land of spinny-spin-spinville. Drives me batty. I don’t even want to admit how much we pay for this top tired high usage plan and yet between HWMMS and myself we probably could likely use up two of these plans per month.
After midnight, data is free. Although I don’t stop uploading photos to my blog whenever I decide on a whim. I’m not that desperate! Hahaha. So I now am the person who waits for a certain time of night to upload pictures from my desktop to Flickr. Which is the same time I should be going to bed. The state of the internet at our house is to blame for my late, late night surfing. (Lies.)
Sucky. But what can you do? At least the view out the window while I wait for Gmail to load for ten minutes is nice. Did I say ten? Try twenty.
I love snow. And now I live in ski country. With that said…
OH MY GOODNESS THE SNOW ON THE GROUND MAKES OUT HOUSE SO PRETTY!
SERIOUSLY? This is the view outside our bedroom window.
And this is how bright the very closed off and dark but extremely cozy living room looks when there’s snow on the ground! The only natural light in this room comes from those terrible doors that lead to the weird balcony off the pool room (where we are trying to grow plants as a greenhouse.) LOOK HOW BRIGHT IT IS!
As if I needed more reasons to love the snow. Our house just seems to sparkle with bright light with snow on the ground! Wheeeee!