Le sigh. I want to do NaNoWriMo but with everything going on in my life…. hell 500 words a day has been challenging much less 1,667. I am pregnant which is one of the most exhausting experiences of my life. The only other time(s) in my life I slept this much was when I was SICK – bronchitis, pneumonia, and influenza. It’s almost scary how exhausted I am so much of the time. How much a nap every day means I get to stay up until the uber late hour of 9pm…. and even that “staying up” is staying awake watching YouTube or anime – NOT doing something actually mentally stimulating. My husband and I are embarking on tearing out our kitchen (ok, paying someone else to do it) and master bathroom. It’s been a thing already and we haven’t even touched anything yet – so far it’s just been the shopping around/comparisons and dealing with an incredibly poor communicator at our bank… (I
I have literally composed and re-composed this post at least three times. I don’t know how to say this. It’s
I grew up being told Labor Day was started to honor workers and the rights fought for. This isn’t 100% true and I didn’t know this until relatively recently. In one my searches to argue with someone on the internet I ended up looking at https://www.dol.gov/general/laborday/history and finding out that probably isn’t true. So the holiday was passed nationally in 1894. In 1882 there was the first “labor day” in New York was actually a day of strike: This was before there were protections in place for unions and strikes – this was a scary thing for workers to participate. It wasn’t until 1935 when FDR got the National Labor Relations Act of 1935 passed that there was an actual law that guaranteed every employee the right to unionize. This is over 40 years in which the country celebrated “workers” but not necessarily worker’s RIGHTS. Now, that said – I don’t think it’s an accident it passed on June 26, 1894. For those that don’t remember, this
I have vivid dreams sometimes. Last night was especially interesting and honestly, I kind of want to write it out because it WAS so interesting. So the dream is in third person, like I’m watching a tv show or reading a book with a good imagination (ahem). The setting is a weird mix of classical Indian and Japanese. And there are things that call out that it is a weird mix. Most of the people in the room think nothing of it, but there are 2 men dressed as Middle Easterns but clearly fake beards (I mean, pretty good – but in modern terms “clearly fake”) who make comments about stuff being unusual. The room is set for a party. And there are several young women who are considered to be psychic who will be “summoning the dead to speak” tonight. Of course my foreign men scoff at this witchcraft nonsense, but the two young women most involved are quite serious.
I read this article over the weekend and (being the youngest) sent it to my sister for her thoughts (as she is the middle child). Both of us agreed although there are some interesting bits in it – what exactly was this author trying to convey? He made a single throw-away comment about Millennials waiting to have kids, and I really wish he had shown the courage to delve into that. But that wasn’t his point and I appreciate it. He also made a snarky comment about the “indulgence” of people he knows who have a third kid and what fiscal security they must feel to do this. Ok, so (a) OMG his privilege and (b) again, not the courage to get political and discuss the fact that kids are PROHIBITIVELY expensive. In case it isn’t clear – In 2011 OECD published this report on the change of fertility rates 1980-2009 (ish). Now, to be clear in 2009 kids born in 1982 (early
Kawaii would have been quite happy if we had never gotten a dog. She spent the first three days as often under the bed as anywhere else. I think she pooped only when Riley was in his crate. She was not ok with this change. Granted, she doesn’t much care for change. It definitely is taking her the longest to adjust to having a dog in the house. Genkii on the other hand follows Riley around. A Lot. He has tried to steal Riley’s food. He has sniffed Riley’s crate. He cries when Riley goes outside without him…. even in the rain. Genkii has always thought he’s a dog and he doesn’t quite understand why the real-dog gets different (better?) stuff. You know, Genkii’s higher-fat kitten food (which is higher fat than adult food) just isn’t as good as the low-fat/high-protein dog food. Fortunately, Riley doesn’t get bothered by any of these antics but has finally starting sniffing Genkii’s butt- to the cat’s great confusion.
I had amazing choir directors at church and at school growing up. They forced me to face any fears I had about stage fright very early (there is a picture of me at like 6 on a stage at church doing a solo – I suspect I sounded horrible but he made EVERYONE have a solo). I don’t have stage fright. Another thing I know singing taught me is elocution – “the skill of clear and expressive speech, especially of distinct pronunciation and articulation” When I worked on the phones, I was constantly complimented on how easy I was to understand compared to my peers. It took me a long time to understand that singing had taught me to literally open my mouth when forming my words. It wasn’t until I stared at someone who was complaining that they kept getting complaints – I saw it. I literally saw it and it clicked. I looked at them and said something like, “You need to practice singing
I found some old notebooks at the bottom of the box last weekend – including one my first ever journals. The first three entries frankly brought me to tears. They are all about my first cat Cinnamon. Text: Thurs, Feb. 18, 1997 Today I haven’t been feeling well so I called Mom and came home sick. I’ve slept most of the afternoon and I am about to go to bed. Vic, a kid in my class, asked me on the 4 if I would go out with him. It was the morning after Cinnamen [sic] had been put down so I was still upset. He kept on pressuring me until Brittney started to beat him up. [I feel like I need to define “beat up” was usually with a piece of PAPER] I am having a rough year so far. Vic is only making it worse. [God, I feel so sorry for him. His timing was TERRIBLE – but it
I am wrapping up a project at work that has kind of consumed my life for the past few months (hence the super-sporadic posting). I have been a bit manic about when/how/what I post. Hence there have been a few weeks where I got stuff scheduled the weekend before or managed to keep up with the occasional night-writing and the past two or three weeks have been deathly silent. But now I am working on the reviews for my project-team. Because I think it’s important to give them feedback (the good, the bad and the ugly). And it’s hard because reviewing-up is stressful (especially since I can’t be anonymous). Reviewing peers isn’t as bad, my workplace DOES have a good culture about constructive reviews. ASKING for reviews is also hard because as much as my company has a culture to encourage constructive reviews – I don’t feel like everyone does it. I have 2-5 managers I love working with because they give
March 3rd (I know, I’m late – I got sick!) I got my hair cut. I chopped off about 14 inches