Friday, June 26, 2015

Another friend gone too soon.


I've been dealt a harsh dose of perspective this week. Wendy and I attended the same church for awhile and volunteered at the same organization. My age, married with a 9 year old and a 5 year old, she just passed away of acute kidney failure.

I may be dealing with systemic disease that's leading to chronic organ failure, but here I am two states from home, slow-dancing in the living room with my 6 month old niece singing "You Are My Sunshine", and Wendy just said goodbye to her husband and children.

There is absolutely nothing fair about that.

Monday, June 22, 2015

10 Years

Divorce Day Fiesta

After nearly two years of separation, private legal servants, multiple court orders, and unspeakable amounts of stress and illness leading to organ failure and surgery, my long-awaited divorce was final 10 years ago. Despite shaking so hard I could barely speak to the judge, it was one of the bravest and happiest days of my life.

If you're in an unhealthy relationship, I urge you to love yourself enough to examine the situation and make whatever decisions necessary to bring yourself and any dependents you may have out of the darkness and into a place where you are safe and sound. People love to throw the phrase "safe and sound" around, yet many don't fully grasp the concept. Look up the words and ask yourself "does this apply to me?" If it doesn't, you've got some choices to make. It may seem impossible. It may be terrifying. But for your own sake and anyone else involved, you must stand up. Even if no one else is standing.

I've been alone ever since, by choice. While I have difficult days facing a physical handicap and serious illness solo, I came to the sad realization that I always was alone in this battle, regardless of my marital status, and I wake up every day operating in "relief mode" that I not only survived such a turbulent existence, I am more free today than I have ever been in my life. FREE. Systemic disease be damned, even it can't take that away from me.

I wish you were all here to celebrate with me. I love my friends so dearly, and interestingly enough, the majority of them are married. I take pride in being a trustworthy friend to those who allow me in their lives. I wouldn't trade these people for the world (I hope you know who you are...yes, you too).

I understand my circumstances happen to be out of the ordinary, and marriage isn't easy even when things are going pretty swell. To those who are in healthy relationships, please know I am sincerely happy for you, and I hope to God you make it.

Article: Sodium Potassium Pump & Skeletal Muscle Activity

A pretty extensive review of the NA+-K+ pump via American Physiological Society here:

http://physrev.physiology.org/content/83/4/1269

Relevant to anyone with Periodic Paralysis or other Muscular Dystrophies/Channelopathies


(Cross-posted to Fighting HKPP)

On Friendship, Love, and Heartbreak (via Brain Pickings)



Fantastic and admittedly appropriate read on friendship, love, and heartbreak. Brain Pickings is such a great blog.

People may think that just because I've chosen single, celibate life that I don't fall for people.

Couldn't be further from the truth. My feelings haven't changed a bit, and nothing is wrong with having feelings. We're made to feel.

Actions are where the problems arise.

As the article states, everybody knows heartbreak in some form no matter what path they're on. It shouldn't be so taboo to think and feel. It's all part of the human experience, like it or not. We can fight it, but ultimately we have no choice but to accept it. It's in our blueprint.

Easier said than done, but we need to allow the same grace for ourselves that we extend to others. We can do so by allowing ourselves to feel what needs to be felt in order to learn, grow, and move forward more mature than we were before.


(Cross-posted to Thoughts & Theories)

Friday, June 19, 2015

All the medical TMI

I recorded a video blog last night to share with you today, but for two reasons I am unable to do so:

1. It's too long to upload, apparently, since it's not uploading.
2. I was trembling so hard, it was quite frankly disturbing.

I'm not well. Let me just give it to you straight:

*My heart is stupid, in more ways than one, but mostly its irregular rhythm resulting in bouts of tachycardia (100+) and bradycardia (50). I become understandably stressed when it's up, and feel like I'm dying when it drops.
*My kidneys are pretty wrecked. I appear to have progressed from CKD to CKF. It will be discussed with Renal Clinic in late August. I'm in pain and having more endocrine-related complications than I used to.
*I have severe uncontrolled Osteomalacia, a musculoskeletal disease in adults that is the equivalent of Rickets in children. It is very painful and makes me breakable. This has been a risk for years, but medication is not working. It has been doubled, which is dangerous, but at this point we don't have a choice.
*I was tested for cancer recently after a scare. It was thankfully negative.
*Pressurized oxygen isn't going very well, but I'm having to use it anyway because I can't freaking breathe normally and it's really painful.
*My sleep deprivation remains fierce and is negatively impacting every day.
*I have permanent muscle weakness that is not being resolved with HKPP treatment, although the treatment IS helping to prevent a constant state of paralysis. I still have episodes that are caused by specific triggers but I'm not staying paralyzed like I was a few years ago, so knock on wood. Unfortunately my profound weakness appears to be here to stay regardless of my potassium level. The Jackson Muscular Association clinic said the same thing they said two years ago - there's nothing more they can do. My medications are maxed out - my body can't tolerate anymore. They're transferring me to a small clinic in New Orleans for future clinics where they will continue to document my progression.
*My decline is noticeable. My doctor and his nurse were very unhappy with how sick I looked, ordering stat labs and a breathing test as if I were in the ER. My pharmacist was so concerned by my appearance an hour ago, he asked me for details, took out a note pad and added me to his prayer list. People in public look at me like they're wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I look bad.
*I've been ordered to avoid any and all stress because of my heart and other muscles. Adrenaline is a huge episode trigger, and it doesn't take much.
*I'm having car trouble including no air conditioning. Very unsafe for my condition in general, but especially right now.
*I'm not coping with being away from my nieces. I scheduled a trip to see them but had to cancel it. I have thankfully rescheduled the trip and will be making the drive as soon as I am strong enough. I am going to apply for public housing in South and Central Louisiana while I'm there.
*When I am this sick, I become lonely to the point of depression. Anyone who knows me well knows that isn't common for me. I'm a lone ranger and a fighter, but this has been hard.

In summary, systemic disease sucks. I am so grateful to the friends who have reached out to me outside of Facebook including Facebook friends, Twitter friends, Whovian peeps, and folks I have known "in real life" forever. The emails, funny and inspirational tweets, prayers, well wishes, sweet smiles, and simple hellos have meant a lot to me, and I hope you will continue. It is challenging to live life not knowing if I'm going to exist like this for decades or if my next episode will be my last. It makes one see the world and everything and everybody in it from a different perspective, I guess. I have always lived with a sense of urgency, and I'm sure I always will. Thanks for tolerating that facet of me, especially if you don't understand it. Your kindness is not taken for granted.

If people only say two things about me after I leave this world, whenever that may be, I hope and pray it is this: nobody tried harder and nobody cared more.

Love to all.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Test results

Kelli - 2

Cancer - 0

I win again, jerkface.

Now I can focus on the rest of my failing body.

I'll talk about the kidneys later. Very sick right now and not coping terribly well. Talk to you soon.


Thursday, June 4, 2015

Today's clinic


Internal medicine clinic didn't go well.
I arrived feeling very ill, and they took me seriously.
Lab results were randomly abnormal.
Mostly kidneys.
Major concerns about my digestive tract as well. Had a radioactive test to look for cancer-causing bacteria. If it's positive, I'll have a very unpleasant road ahead, to say the least.
I'll know more next week.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Monday, June 1, 2015

Stop freaking out, friends.

I haven't blocked anyone on Facebook yet. My accounts are deactivated. Getting messages, emails, and hits on my blog, so I just wanted to clarify. The chances are very low that anyone reading this post will be blocked. If you are, it's most likely because you defended a child molester on my page after I specifically said not to.

I will write more later. I have to be in Jackson first thing in the morning, so I'm off to try to get a few hours sleep.


Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Stream of consciousness, it is...

I'm sitting at home today, weak thanks to Periodic Paralysis, and told myself to blog even if it's nothing more than a stream of random thoughts. So here I am.

I have loads of photos to share from over the past 3 months. I'm overwhelmed at this point and wonder if I'm ever going to post those blogs. I think I will, but not having home internet has definitely been an issue. It's not easy to blog from a phone, especially when the post is photo-heavy. It will get done...eventually.

I've left Facebook until further notice. Both accounts. When I return, it will be with less friends. It is high time I remove toxic people from my life, for the sake of my sanity and for the simple fact that their rants are delusional and highly offensive. I was advised last year to stop reading the news, so I deleted nearly every news source I followed on Facebook. I finally realized that I was still seeing the news because of friends posting about it. Counterproductive at the very least. Some of their commentary has been infuriating beyond belief, and I don't have the health for that. I am choosing to stand up for what I believe in - this pretty much amounts to the basics of human integrity - and if that means de-friending those who degrade my humanitarian views, so be it. I believe I am a very fair and tolerant person - more so than many - but the most recent disagreement crossed the line by leaps and bounds and I'm done. I'm blocking people I've known practically forever...20 to 30 years. It's not easy, but I will never, ever accept what they've said. I know I'm making the right decision.

On a related note, I will address the Duggar scandal when I can do so without the use of irate, derogatory language.

Hurricane season is a few days away. Living on the bayou, I'm at extreme risk and will have to come up with a solid plan for survival. I've never left town before, and I'm not looking forward to doing that, but I have no choice now that my apartment is so prone to flooding. I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to pay for evacuation and restoration when the inevitable occurs.

I was happy to paint of couple of non-profit pieces over the last two months. My brushes and palettes are toast, though, so I've put away the paint and brought out the dry media. Feel free to follow me on Twitter and Instagram for photos in real time. You gotta see my beautiful still life setup. I am so happy with it. When I can transfer pics from my phone to my computer and get back on Wi-Fi, I'll share the pics here. I don't know when that will be, though.

I've answered over 800 questions on ask.fm. Pretty crazy, but it's fun. Keep them coming.

I received a ticket to NOLA Time Fest, which happens in early June. I hope I feel like attending. Should be a lot of fun. Whether I can handle the crowd or not, I'll be passing through Louisiana to visit my nieces regardless. Can't wait to see my babies. I've been missing them terribly.

After a visit with the fam, it's back to Renal Clinic. MDA Clinic happens in June as well, a week prior. Not sure how I'll handle all of the road trips, but I'm going to give it my best shot.

Depressed about my weight. I bought a pedometer and it showed me just how active I am (on the days I'm able). It's surprising, really. Unfortunately, it's just not making a difference. My daily calories are below 1450 a day, but I'm at a standstill and all I know to do is make an effort to drop my calorie count further. I'm on MyFitnessPal and still learning to cook (something I greatly enjoy...I'll never stop learning). Maintaining a reasonably balanced diet is not easy with systemic disease, though, nor easy when living in poverty. I'm doing what I can, and I hope someday I'll reach my goal weight again in spite of a high protein and fat regimen. As long as I don't continue to gain and as long as my doctor remembers this and doesn't fuss at me, I won't have a complete meltdown.

I met Food Network's Simon Majumdar and his wife a few weeks ago. Really nice folks and so easy to talk to. I'll post a pic when I can stand to look at it (Simon looked well...I definitely did not).

No response from Subway. They'll be hearing from me again very soon, and I will be forwarding my message to the CEO. Will keep you all posted.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

New painting, auctioned this past Friday



"The Universe Weeps"
12 x 16 stretched canvas

Rest in peace, Powell family.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Tough Love. Or hate. I'm not sure.








Fed up with me.
Fed up with this BS.
I don't know if it's love or loathing
But I do know one thing
A change is gonna come.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Sunday, May 3, 2015

New Painting: "Fish In The Sea"


"Fish In The Sea"
‪Acrylics‬ on 24 x 18 stretched canvas
Donation to Child Advocacy Center

Sorry for the bad pic. Camera phone, vision impairment, and all that jazz.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

On the loss of a friend and her new family




This beautiful lady, her husband, and their unborn child were murdered in March. I didn't mention it in March because I didn't know what the hell to say...it has been a challenge mentally and emotionally to process what has happened. 

We were Facebook friends, and she knew some of my relatives, having grown up in South Mississippi and going to school in the same county as I did. She was briefly on Food Network, you may remember, competing to be the next Food Network star. But that was a mere hour of edited television, and not an accurate reflection of who she was. I hope her family and friends who have come to her defense concerning this know that most of us who were watching are aware of that and do not label her based on a TV show.

Cristie was a feisty, intelligent woman with an impressive resume, and more importantly, a tremendous amount of passion. I've followed her journey as a chef, celebrity caterer, newlywed, and expectant mother. She was so happy, and so excited about her future.

There have been a great many tears over this cruel, senseless, unfathomable loss. It's hard to describe the feeling of disbelief, despair, and outright anger that everyone who knew her is experiencing. Nearly six weeks after it happened, I attended her memorial service in a beautiful historic church, but all I could manage to say was "Okay...I'm so sorry." There are really no words for this.




I'm glad I went, in spite of being utterly useless to the family. Her parents greeted everyone at the door and thanked us for coming. Her mother and brother even stood up to speak, as difficult as it was to do so. They are so strong, and I admire them so much.

May Cristie, J.T., and baby Skylar rest in peace.


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Random Updates

I was given iTunes for Christmas, and downloaded The Librarians. If you're not familiar, think Indiana Jones meets Doctor Who. Fantastic show, and I can't wait for the next season!


Also looking forward to this:



HARRISON FORD FOREVER.

Still working on my Doctor Who season 8 recap. Sorry for the delay. I'll backdate it and publish when it's ready. Could be a while longer. By the way, my participation in WhoClass went down the tubes thanks to moving to a new place and not having internet. Not happy, but I'll try to catch up at my own pace over the summer (assuming I can still access the course...I'll have to wait and see).

I'm also working on goals for the year. If you remember, I never posted resolutions for 2015. I was just too tired. Frankly, I still am, but I've got a few things in mind and I'll share them soon.

My experience with pressurized oxygen is going like this:


Confession: I am known to remove any article on my body in my sleep if it is making me uncomfortable...sock, shirt, whatever (go ahead, laugh. You have my permission). That said, the fact that I keep waking up within two hours with the mask in my hand instead of on my face is not a surprise. It IS a problem, needless to say. I did go to the doctor and have the pressure increased, and I had to reduce the humidity significantly, but I'm not sleeping through the night any better than I was. Dr. H and I are both disappointed, but hoping I'll get used to it over time.

One thing I will also mention is that I had a paralytic episode last night and was having trouble breathing. I put on the cpap and it seemed to help a little. Take that info for what it's worth.

MDA and Renal clinics were rescheduled to June 2nd.

CampNaNoWriMo is going fine, although I will say my goal was an extremely reasonable 10K words. I'm pretty much there, and while I'll definitely use some of what I've written in some way, I'm sure some of it will be edited away in revisions. That's the way the ball bounces in the writing world, so I'm not terribly concerned. Writer's Block is common, but if I can manage to finish my first draft of TCOMH by the end of official NaNoWriMo on November 30th, I will be very happy.

I have not heard back from the owner of Subway in Bayou La Batre. I left a voice mail, so the ball is in their court. It's not ideal to ignore me, for the record. I don't go away easily.

I will begin promoting charities again on If I Had A Million Bucks soon. Feel free to read my latest update there. Believe me, I'm not proud of my mistake in not backing the eBook up in a more accessible extension, so be gentle. And if anyone happens to have a free and legal copy of InDesign they're not going to use, I would be much obliged to take it off your hands.

My short story, Four, has been read by almost 200 people. That's not terrible considering that I don't advertise it anywhere but here. The genre is modern Psychology and it's not for everybody, but I really enjoyed telling Felix Valentine's story. And in case you were wondering: no. He's not me. But his condition is very real, and I hope "Four" reaches someone who needs to read it someday.

My slow progress on the painting I'm working on for the Child Advocacy Center can be found here.

I also have more photos to share from recent events. Stay tuned.

Much to do still, and little to no strength to do it. I'm trying.

Talk to you soon.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

April 14th


It was flash flooding on April 14th last year, just like it is today. I remember because it's the day my mother died.

She loved stormy weather so much, she often fussed about sunny days. She could not only tell you about every hurricane she ever went through in detail, but every American hurricane in modern history as well as record breaking tornadoes across the U.S. She owned countless weather videos and recorded footage from local and national weather stations on her VCR for over 20 years. I told her she missed her calling as a storm chaser. We used to discuss our tornado dreams...we both had them frequently...it was an odd bond we shared. I haven't had one since she died.

Phone calls were like a box of chocolates (never knew what I was going to get), but there was no doubt that we could always talk like old pals about the weather. I'm sure thunderstorms will remind me of her for the rest of my life. She not only loved them, she was the very personification of them. And I know she would agree with that.

She died too young. In spite of her rocky health, I truly believed she would live at least another 20 years. I worried about how she would cope if Freddy passed away first. He took care of her at home till the day she died, almost losing his job of 41 years in the process. He doesn't regret one minute. He was meant to outlive her so she could die on her terms with him by her side. She wouldn't have had it any other way, I can tell you that. Nobody told Lynn Prosser what to do. Not even death.

As much as I hate that she's gone, I'm relieved that she didn't have to bury a child. Losing an estranged stepson was devastating enough, and she grieved over Max (who died 19 years ago this June) and he wasn't even her kid.

There were a lot of incredibly turbulent moments with her that I would never choose to relive, but we had some good times too, and that is what I want to hold onto. My ridiculous dancing, bad karaoke, animated reactions, fake threats of punches in the face, and goofy voice impressions came straight from her. I've held several careers in my life, including paralegal, medical administration, nanny, and teacher, but my pursuit of painting happy trees is what made her most proud. I always thought that was funny, but I was very grateful for her support and I did the best I could. Even on days when I struggle greatly with what our relationship was verses what it should have been, I miss her and seek her approval. That will probably never go away. Nor should it, I guess.

I worry about Freddy. He feels lost without her, but he refuses to accept any credit for how loyal and strong he is. One of the first things he said to me was that he hoped I would stay in his life. I don't know why the hell he thought I wouldn't be his daughter anymore, but I put him in his place quickly. The man raised me. He's my dad, forever, and that's that. He's stuck with me till one of us croaks. I hope and pray that day is decades away. My heart is heavy for him and I pray he finds grace and peace on this day, and every day.

Thanks for sharing your beloved rain, Mom. Try not to flood my apartment, okay? :)

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Whovians at Infinity Science Center at NASA Stennis

I was happy to be able to attend an event at NASA's Stennis Space Center's Infinity Science Center in Pearlington, Mississippi. My condition declined quickly and I ended up becoming ill and needing to medicate for an HKPP episode, but I don't regret going. It was great to see my Who friends, and the place is really cool. I look forward to visiting again sometime. Here are a few pics.













Sunday, April 5, 2015

An open letter to Subway, who bullied me and kicked me out of their restaurant

Greetings,

My name is Kelli, and I am a freelance food reviewer of 10+ years on the central Gulf Coast. I experienced an incident at a Subway in Bayou La Batre, Alabama that I would like to tell you about.

I've been a frequent customer since I moved to the region, most recently spending approximately $38 in a three week span.

In mid-March, I went into the restaurant and ordered a meal as usual. I had my computer with me that day and set it up on a corner table. I was greeted by a young gentleman who took my order and answered a couple of questions, including whether or not Wifi was available. He said it was, and gave me the password "efresh". The password did not work, but it didn't matter because I was automatically connected via the shopping center's free and open Wifi. I did my work, ate my meal, got back up and ordered cookies, refilled my drink once, and left.

I returned again on March 24th and did the same thing, minus the cookies. I ordered a meal and ate it while working on my computer on the same free and open Wifi available in the shopping center. I refilled my drink one time in the hour and 45 minutes I was there. There was only one other customer present, and he was sitting on the other side of the restaurant.

The manager approached me and informed me that she was "cutting off my internet, shutting me down, and kicking me out". I looked at her and asked her what she was talking about. She asked "It hasn't cut you off yet?" I answered "No, it sure hasn't", and continued my work. She remained next to my table and stated that I had been there too long and that I had to leave. I told her that nobody had ever said anything about a time limit for customers. She said "Well I'm the manager and I'm telling you to get out."

Let me add a side note right here, if you don't mind. My friends the Codd family had been murdered a few days prior, so my nerves were shot as it is. Also add the fact that I have adrenaline-induced paralysis thanks to Muscular Dystrophy. I'm not supposed to be under any stress, and I wasn't bothering anyone. But by golly, she was "shutting me down and kicking me out" as if I was an intruder stealing her internet. A regular paying customer, who was not even using her internet connection and never had.

So at that point, I stood up and snapped at her that I was not even using her stupid internet and that I was going to contact the corporate office. She laughed and said she would be happily awaiting that call, and that she would be happy to tell them that I had been there taking up space and using their private Wifi since 10 A.M. - which is a lie, and she knew it. She said it with so much snark "Oh let's see…you've been here since 10, right? Heh heh". She was having the time of her life bullying me, and her employees were standing behind the counter snickering.



I've attached a photo of the Wifi air port on my laptop for your convenience. Their connections, if I'm not mistaken, are called OFFICE and EMPLOYEE and are locked (they used to say something else, but I don't remember what because I never used them, thanks). My laptop, as I stated, connects me only to the FREE and OPEN public Wifi available in the shopping center. Also to recap, there was only one customer besides me in the building, yet I was being treated like I was stealing their time, space, and air. Unbelievable. For full, honest disclosure, I am letting you know that I called her an ass in frustration as I walked out the door.

In all of my years reviewing restaurants on the Gulf Coast and even large cities such as Atlanta and Alexandria, I have never had such an appalling and angering experience. For your establishment to take a customer's money, give them the Wifi password (which was never used, thanks), and then bully and banish them from the place is absolutely insane. If this is how Subway really treats their customers, you should be beyond ashamed, and I nor my family or friends will return. Someone I know who works for Subway stated that the manager's behavior was "way wrong" and suggested I contact local news. If I don't, it will be for the sole reason that I need to avoid further stress.

A final note - on April 2nd, I was two doors down about to walk into the grocery store when I heard a ruckus in the direction of Subway. I turned to see what was happening, and the same manager was standing outside the door yelling at an intellectually challenged gentleman to "shut up". It echoed through the entire parking lot, so don't be surprised if I'm not the only person who reports this one. Her incredible incompetence, lack of integrity (planning to exaggerate to corporate), and disgusting superiority complex leads me to believe that your staff is in serious need of overhaul, if not tremendous mental help. I'm so glad I was there to see that, painful and disgraceful as it was. I feel sorry for the man she mistreated, but it only strengthens my case against you. I'm afraid this is not over.

I have no intention of giving this Subway restaurant or any other another dime, but I do hope you plan to take my account seriously. Being the largest and most popular fast food establishment in the country, you should be so much better than this trash.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

From the novella TCOMH

Mama shuffled to the front of the crowd, where she stood with the pastor. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. In all his years behind the pulpit, he had never seen such fear and despair.

“Just hang on to the Lord, Sister. It’s going to be all right,” he said.


She didn’t believe him. There was nothing right about this.


 ~ excerpt from Chapter 1 - The Children of Mossy Hollow

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

April's Camp NaNoWriMo Begins


It's time! I'm in a private cabin with half a dozen other writers from my area. My goal during camp is to catch up on all of my blogs, then resume my historical fiction novel, The Children of Mossy Hollow. My group and I will be meeting on Sunday afternoons to write together.

You'll see a couple of backdated entries here on ugottafriend.com, so don't let that confuse you. Some of what I'll be blogging about happened days or weeks ago, and I felt it best to put the post in its proper place.

I'll share my progress soon!


Saturday, March 28, 2015

Sleep Woes

The CPAP has been overwhelmingly unsuccessful thus far. At best, it will prevent death by sleep apnea because the oxygen is being pushed into my nose, but I'm sleeping no more than I have been. In fact, I have times when I give up and take the mask off my face because I can't stand it anymore.

I've heard from plenty of people that this is common. A friend from overseas who has Periodic Paralysis and is also on a CPAP suggested I hang in there and give myself time to adjust to it, even if that means months down the road. I have no intention of quitting the thing, but it's not helping me to fall asleep or stay asleep, and I feel defeated.

I'm tired of feeling less than human. I feel like I don't have an ounce of strength or sanity left at times, yet I surprise myself by making it through another day. I don't know how I'm doing it. I'm absolutely convinced that when I do keel over someday, it will be from sleep deprivation, not muscular dystrophy.

Edit Note 3/30: I saw my doctor today. The study results showed that my breathing was compromised 79 times in the 3 hours I was asleep. We're disappointed that I'm not sleeping better on the CPAP so far, but we agreed to increase the pressure to see if that will help.

Monday, March 23, 2015

What I did on my birfday, and a bit of perspective

I received a parcel post card in the mail, telling me to pick up a package at the post office in my new town. First of all, I didn't know we had a post office. Secondly, I had no clue where it would be. To Google maps I went, and I followed its directions exactly.

Is this some kind of joke?

I was informed tonight that there are two roads with the same name, and naturally I went to the wrong one. Sheesh. I'll pick up my package tomorrow.

I made the drive to one of the colleges I attended to see if I could trim down my illustration and bristol boards. I appreciate that these people still let me in the building, much less in the cutting room. Art shenanigans await!

I wore my tardis shirt while eating a biscuit.
(Don't mess with my biscuit.)
(Just kidding. I'd share my biscuit with you.)

I also wore my tardis socks and eventually changed into my fuzzy jammies.

A few birthday goodies.


I also went to the library in my hometown and ran into my stepdad of all people. He's not a selfie kinda guy, thus no pic. We chatted for a few minutes and he went on to run his errands.

I appreciate all the happy birthday wishes on Facebook. I have some really nice folks in my life and I'm grateful.

Every day is a challenge, but things could be a lot worse. I'm okay with pushing 40 because I know how lucky I am to have made it this far. I realize the average "normal" person doesn't necessarily understand that, but that's fine. I get it, and when it comes to one's own perspective, that's what matters. 

That's the plan.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Write On and Camp NaNoWriMo

Wanted to quickly share (while I'm on public wifi) that I've joined Amazon's new ebook community, Write On! Feel free to join me there!




I've also signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo again, and look forward to catching up on all blogs as well as resuming my novella, The Children of Mossy Hollow.

More updates coming soon. Talk to you then!


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Let the Zs begin

Really appreciate the folks who donated this equipment to me. I have no idea what I would have done otherwise.

I'll give a review of my sleeping habits in a few weeks.


Thursday, February 26, 2015

More pics of the new place, and some ramblings


Looking forward to hanging some artwork soon.


First meal cooked in my kitchen (grilled cheese).


Loads of paintings from storage, and that's not all of 'em. Mercy.
Will be hanging some, storing some, and painting over some.


Happy I could bring a small part of MawMaw's kitchen into mine.


Paper Bub approves!
(If you're not familiar with Lil Bub, you're missing out.)


The ventilation issue in my apartment was addressed quickly by the apartment complex, and I appreciate their efforts although it's not completely resolved. It's the best it can be at the moment, I think, and I'm dealing with it. So with the exception of the slight lingering smell of old cigarette ash plaguing my sinuses, I'm glad to be settling down and starting over in a new place. Everybody has been nice so far. It's a multilingual town, and with the exception of a lot of kids in the neighborhood, it's fairly quiet. I'm more rural now than I was before, so I've moved from the backwoods of nowheresville to the backwoods of the bayou. The downside other than being 20 minutes from the nearest city is that I'm in a major flood zone. If I had a back door, the bayou would be just through the woods behind it. I'll have to evacuate when tropical storms roll in from now own...something I've never done before and I'm not looking forward to...but it beats drowning. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

My ancestors founded the area and are buried around the corner from where I live. I'll talk more about this in another post. I love history, and knowing I'm dwelling on land that multiple great-grandfathers owned in the 17 and 1800s is pretty cool. I'm planning to build a blog devoted to my extensive genealogy later this year. Much to do with the current blogs still, so that comes first.

Speaking of that, you may have noticed that I simplified my blog layout. I lost the previous one when the site that was hosting the layout went kaput. I've decided to stick with plain 'ol Blogger layouts from now own until I learn enough HTML to do what I really want to do with my site. I know a lot of people have switched to other hosts like Wordpress and others, but I am perfectly content with Blogger. In fact, I'm pretty devoted to Google products in general. When Bessie Mac eventually goes to MacBook Heaven for good, I'll probably switch to a Chromebook. This isn't an endorsement...I'm only thinking out loud. I'll stop rambling now. I'm guess I'm getting carried away. I'm happy to be online today, so I'm taking full advantage of public WIFI while I have the time.

Back to the point of this post:



March is upon us, friends. Spring will be a welcomed sight.