Random Update
It has been way too long since my last blog, and I apologize for that. I know you're all just biting your nails waiting for an update about the trivial details of my life, so here it is:
First, and most importantly, I am very happy. I have a new house that's a ton of work to keep clean, but it's really fabulous to have so much space. I like my kitchen so much I'm actually considering learning how to cook. The yard is especially nice because my dog can run around. Yup, got a dog. He's great. He's a 45 pound reddish-brown and white with spots springer spaniel mix we named Charlie, or Charles M. Buckwalter the Third to be specific. He was a stray who had wandered up to my uncle's house. We were out there for a family reunion and told Uncle Phil "Hey, we've got to leave so we can get to the pound and adopt a dog."
Uncle Phil promptly told us (exact words) "You don't have to go to no pound. I got a perfect dog for you out back. Already had his nuts chopped off!"
So, we liked him, he liked us, and he's been literally a great dog. He house trained himself and so far has only eaten things we should have picked up off the floor to begin with. Well, and a hole in the carpet, but that was kind of our fault too. I made him a Christmas stocking, which is brown and white like him, and it's way cute.
Secondly, my novel is coming along quite nicely. I have 65,000 words, which is the equivalent of about 140 printed pages. That's about the length of a best-seller, but I've easily got another 40,000 words to go. Between the length and the subject matter (God, the Messiah's failure, and homoerotica) I know it will be a hard sell, but I am also confident that there's a market for it. Anne Rice has been doing this sort of thing for years, after all. Not to mention a new favorite of mine, Jacqueline Carey. (Read her Kushiel series! her style is fabulous, and she somehow makes pain the most erotic thing ever, even more so than Anne Rice or Pauline Reage.)
Speaking of reading, after I finish Kushiel's Dart, my goal for Christmas break is the His Dark Materials series by Phillip Pullman. It sounds about right up my alley as far as religious content goes, and I enjoyed the movie.
Christmas break starts tomorrow! We have early dismissal plus I'm DJing the jr high dance during the day, so it's not really a working day anyway. On the down side, I actually had to buy "Crank That" by Soulja Boy. It was painful, but I made myself smile through the hurt.
To end on sort of a sad note, there are a few things I'm just done with in my life. For example, there are a few friendships that I've finally just decided aren't worth it, and I'm not going to take it personally cause really, they weren't friendships to begin with if they ended over such trivial matters. I'm not going to spend time fretting over the loss of them if they obviously aren't fretting over the loss of me, anyways. And you know, just because two people can't see eye to eye doesn't mean either is a bad person, it's just that they don't mix. So, I'm done with them, done worrying, no regrets, and no guilt.
I'm done with feeling guilty about making time for myself and letting myself relax.
I'm done with being inactive about things I care about. I have joined different associations, like the HRC, but I really want to work for it. I've decided that I can't change people; some people are too damned stubborn and stuck in their beliefs or content to be ignorant, but I'm done worrying about them too. I can do a lot with the people who WILL help, right now.
I'm done with feeling guilty about questioning God and the Church.
I'm also done with pretending to be someone I'm not, or keeping my opinions to myself. Those friendships I mentioned before? Perhaps if I'd been myself from the start, they wouldn't have been my friends to begin with and I would have saved myself the trouble. If they don't like who I am, why bother with them, right?
Hmnn, that turned out to be a bigger rant than I thought it would be... Oh well. Sorry, guess I needed to vent. End of the year kind of stuff, huh?
Other randomness: I'm hosting the Christmas shindig for the Chilligang at my house this year, which I'm really excited about. Angie will be home (Woot!- it's a word now!) and I'll get to see others who I haven't in a while. Mel and I may be considering a small trip to NYC. I'm going in November come hell or high water. Sweeney Todd, the revival, kicks some serious ass. Can't wait for the movie. OMG Rob Pattinson as Edward Cullen! *squee* and Jo on the Pottercast this week. Josh's Christmas album is growing on me. I'm almost done shopping. All good things, as the goddess Martha would say.
Goodness gracious, this was random. Sorry. Again.
First, and most importantly, I am very happy. I have a new house that's a ton of work to keep clean, but it's really fabulous to have so much space. I like my kitchen so much I'm actually considering learning how to cook. The yard is especially nice because my dog can run around. Yup, got a dog. He's great. He's a 45 pound reddish-brown and white with spots springer spaniel mix we named Charlie, or Charles M. Buckwalter the Third to be specific. He was a stray who had wandered up to my uncle's house. We were out there for a family reunion and told Uncle Phil "Hey, we've got to leave so we can get to the pound and adopt a dog."
Uncle Phil promptly told us (exact words) "You don't have to go to no pound. I got a perfect dog for you out back. Already had his nuts chopped off!"
So, we liked him, he liked us, and he's been literally a great dog. He house trained himself and so far has only eaten things we should have picked up off the floor to begin with. Well, and a hole in the carpet, but that was kind of our fault too. I made him a Christmas stocking, which is brown and white like him, and it's way cute.
Secondly, my novel is coming along quite nicely. I have 65,000 words, which is the equivalent of about 140 printed pages. That's about the length of a best-seller, but I've easily got another 40,000 words to go. Between the length and the subject matter (God, the Messiah's failure, and homoerotica) I know it will be a hard sell, but I am also confident that there's a market for it. Anne Rice has been doing this sort of thing for years, after all. Not to mention a new favorite of mine, Jacqueline Carey. (Read her Kushiel series! her style is fabulous, and she somehow makes pain the most erotic thing ever, even more so than Anne Rice or Pauline Reage.)
Speaking of reading, after I finish Kushiel's Dart, my goal for Christmas break is the His Dark Materials series by Phillip Pullman. It sounds about right up my alley as far as religious content goes, and I enjoyed the movie.
Christmas break starts tomorrow! We have early dismissal plus I'm DJing the jr high dance during the day, so it's not really a working day anyway. On the down side, I actually had to buy "Crank That" by Soulja Boy. It was painful, but I made myself smile through the hurt.
To end on sort of a sad note, there are a few things I'm just done with in my life. For example, there are a few friendships that I've finally just decided aren't worth it, and I'm not going to take it personally cause really, they weren't friendships to begin with if they ended over such trivial matters. I'm not going to spend time fretting over the loss of them if they obviously aren't fretting over the loss of me, anyways. And you know, just because two people can't see eye to eye doesn't mean either is a bad person, it's just that they don't mix. So, I'm done with them, done worrying, no regrets, and no guilt.
I'm done with feeling guilty about making time for myself and letting myself relax.
I'm done with being inactive about things I care about. I have joined different associations, like the HRC, but I really want to work for it. I've decided that I can't change people; some people are too damned stubborn and stuck in their beliefs or content to be ignorant, but I'm done worrying about them too. I can do a lot with the people who WILL help, right now.
I'm done with feeling guilty about questioning God and the Church.
I'm also done with pretending to be someone I'm not, or keeping my opinions to myself. Those friendships I mentioned before? Perhaps if I'd been myself from the start, they wouldn't have been my friends to begin with and I would have saved myself the trouble. If they don't like who I am, why bother with them, right?
Hmnn, that turned out to be a bigger rant than I thought it would be... Oh well. Sorry, guess I needed to vent. End of the year kind of stuff, huh?
Other randomness: I'm hosting the Christmas shindig for the Chilligang at my house this year, which I'm really excited about. Angie will be home (Woot!- it's a word now!) and I'll get to see others who I haven't in a while. Mel and I may be considering a small trip to NYC. I'm going in November come hell or high water. Sweeney Todd, the revival, kicks some serious ass. Can't wait for the movie. OMG Rob Pattinson as Edward Cullen! *squee* and Jo on the Pottercast this week. Josh's Christmas album is growing on me. I'm almost done shopping. All good things, as the goddess Martha would say.
Goodness gracious, this was random. Sorry. Again.