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[sticky post] This is the Real Me

I've debated about whether to post this for years. Recently, reading blog posts by a variety of people with related issues, I realized how helpful it is to the reader.

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This Guy...

...named Myke Cole, writes some of the best stuff in his blog. He's honest about his problems with PTSD and depression, but in a way that is inspirational and uplifting. He doesn't write too often, but what's there is great.

His latest post was like a wake-up call for me. Anyone ought to read it, with or without a depressive disorder.

http://mykecole.com/blog/2015/05/youre-better-off-lifting-than-weeping

Anyone Want a Dog?

A 90-pound black lab mixed with something much larger. Excellent manners. Never steals food. Never gets into the garbage. Never breaks down the gate and gets out of the yard. Never goes galavanting around the neighborhood the minute you let him into the front yard. (His idea of "neighborhood" is four blocks away.) Is smart as a whip and full of ebullient personality.

What? You don't believe me? Particularly the smart part?

This time the little *&(#^#$ ate 13 donuts. GirlTwin swears she thought the center of the table was out of dog reach. She should know better. Yes, in fact, she will learn her lesson by cleaning up the barf that's in three places in the living room. BoyTwin did the stuff on my bedroom floor last night.

Thirteen freaking donuts. The raised, glazed kind.

Oh, but think. The stories I get to tell at work on Monday. Almost makes it worth it.

NOT.

In better news...eh, who am I kidding.

And the Answer Is...

"Between the horses of love and lust we are trampled...underfoot."

The answer is U2, So Cruel, from the Achtung Baby album.

May. 3rd, 2015

My ex found an old laptop security cable in a box I left at his house. It only had three digits on the combination and he has a laptop now, so he figured 1000 combinations, why not try to find it. He started at 000. By about 400 his arm was getting tired. He took a break and came back to it. At 700 he figured he must be doing it wrong and went to have a nap. Afterward, he decided he'd gone that far, might as well finish.

The combo was 998. I could not stop laughing when he told me.

Why yes. He has far too much time on his hands.

#tweettheplaylist

Between the horses of lust and love we are trampled...underfoot.

Possibly my favoritest song line ever. Bragging rights to whoever can name the artist, title andalbum.

I'm trying to resist tweeting the entire playlist song by song. Really really fighting it, but I've loaded it with all my most favoritest songs ever! and it needs to be shared!

Okay, maybe a little manic this morning. Sorry. It's infecting the cats. They're running around again, growling at nothing and jumping up and down from the window sill.

I'm trying to write the final paragraphs of Unbroken, the story that may never see the light of day anyway. What I'm trying to do with it is far too ambitious. Why can't I write a simple story about a boy and a girl? Why do they have to have PTSD and anxiety and shady pasts that have to be explained away in just the right way to make the readers accept them while still keeping them complex enough to be interesting? And why do I have the feeling they are just going to come across as weak?

Ugh.

May. 1st, 2015

Mom (In a text to both twins) : There better be ice cream when I get home.

Girltwin: You can have the stuff that's stuck to the lid.

What's this dog business?

Mom: *goes to the stove to clear up* Where's the sour cream? *grumbles* Probably in the dog's stomach.

Later...

Mom: *spies a licked-clean sour cream carton on the living room floor* Yup, in the dog's stomach.

He ate 3/4 of a carton of sour cream. Thankfully, he didn't barf. He's so big he can get stuff off the stove if it's near the edge. I know he's eaten most of a stick of butter twice.

I just read through the story I finished about a month ago. I thought it was horrible when I put it away. Now, not so much. In fact, I quite like it. It's nice when that happens.

Oh, but passive voice. UGH!

And there's this:



The POS car is now officially a piece of junk. I had the air conditioning repaired today and it was less than $200. I'll take it. I had to walk all the way across town twice. I'm so out of shape that I had to lie down after. Even lying in bed hurt.

And there is also this, which I can't remember if I've posted before, but I'm doing it anyway because they make me smile.

The Sims 3

BoyTwin has a Sims game. It has a bladder monitor for the character and you have to make it go to the bathroom. It even shows it, with the pertinent body parts pixeled out.

Too. Much. Realism.

Really.

However, the game looks cool.

GirlTwin has just taught me by example. She takes a walk when she wants to work out a problem with her stories. So I tried it. Bingo. Worked the first time.

junewilliams7, I'm still working on Unbroken. It was badly broken, (Ha Ha) but I'm slowly figuring out the problems. The writing workshops are really helping.

SOON...