happy weekend!
xoxoxoxo,
xoxoxoxo,
stacey
on writing lately
So I am almost completely up and running again. I just need software (kinda important when writing a novel). And I am still very grateful to The Goddess, Jennifer for helping me out.
And it's been interesting in the mean time. I couldn't not write. My sister-in-law once told me that you know you're a writer when you write every day not because you want to but because you have to. She is right.
Although I took a little break to spend every waking second perfecting my Aqua Zumba routine for when the pool opens which was really exciting and supposed to be a month from now but then last week they changed it and now it is this week and I was so excited about it because I have always loved the pool and the water and zumba is wicked fun but this of course has not gone off without a lot of hitches but also it takes more energy than even I have to do this and I literally got my computer working and my itunes going late at night the night BEFORE, talk about the 11th hour, and it leaves me .... whew, wiped out physically and emotionally. Anyway, STILL SO HYPED. I have waited since since January when I did the training for this and for summer and for the pool. :)
So after all the hyped a week of crazy hot 100+ degree days in which my friends and I practiced in a pool that was supposed to be heated but wasn't really until just now, in a town that boasts 263 days of sunshine per year, no kidding, look it up, it rained all night last night and it was in the 60's this morning (parka weather).
But anyway, ... before all this lah lah lah, I got to 66,000 words on my book, the last 10k or so in my neighborhood branch of the local public library which is really super duper amazing considering all of the obstacles I had to overcome there, such as the fact that due to toxic mold, my neighborhood library isn't in my neighborhood any more and there are things like time limits on the computers and grouchy librarians who don't let you eat even when you get so fucking hungry you can't stay there anymore when you finally got settled in on someone else's ID number because an hour is no where near enough time when only two of the computers in the lab even have Word on them. This is RIDICULOUS since I am sure all the city offices and the mayor and whothehellevers have word on their computer and they I am sure paid for the big mass license or whatever so I just see no reason for this.
As if that weren't enough, they don't have new Word. The first day I went there, I was so excited. I packed a library bag complete with everything I would need to settle in and stay awhile. Water bottle, coke, snacks, fun stuff. But then I finally get settled on a computer that does have Word and I start eating my snack and get bitched out by Julie. We're buds now and she calls me the Soon to be Famous Writer and it's all good so I can talk about it. She doesn't give me special library privileges or anything like that but she gives me the inside scoop and now I know why they're so grouchy. Anyway, if I ever sell my book I will donate something to this library, maybe a special supernatural corner like Stacey's Demon Nook or something. :)
The most recent board they have posted is from 2010, but if any of my local friends know anyone currently on the board or important in the city who I could talk to about it, please send me their contact info.
So anyway, ok then I have a panic attack because when I put my flashdrive with my book on it in the computer I beat up an old person to use when the power of my BO didn't work, just kidding, maybe, it says it can't read a 'docx' document and I know I saved it in word and the computer says it has word so, well, you just never know with me. So I had also saved it in my google docs (which I am so computer illiterate I thought maybe that is what screwed it up) and so I tried to open it up there, but the library browser kept showing me the first page then saying their browser was too old to work with google docs so I had to give that up. So then as additional backup I also emailed it to myself but again it was showing up that it was a word doc but it wouldn't open it. My god, heart attack on a plate at this point.
SO... luckily it let me open it in an html and I copied and pasted it all into a 'new' word doc that I was able to work with. That is of course a very sarcastic 'new' because what I learned after all this trauma and after I left and stuff is that docx is a word document (Stop laughing, Jennifer at Serenedipity's Library I didn't know that and I have used a computer in Safe Mode). :)
Anyway, so excited to get back to it! Thanks to all of you for being such a wonderful part of my life!
xoxoxo,
stacey
And it's been interesting in the mean time. I couldn't not write. My sister-in-law once told me that you know you're a writer when you write every day not because you want to but because you have to. She is right.
Although I took a little break to spend every waking second perfecting my Aqua Zumba routine for when the pool opens which was really exciting and supposed to be a month from now but then last week they changed it and now it is this week and I was so excited about it because I have always loved the pool and the water and zumba is wicked fun but this of course has not gone off without a lot of hitches but also it takes more energy than even I have to do this and I literally got my computer working and my itunes going late at night the night BEFORE, talk about the 11th hour, and it leaves me .... whew, wiped out physically and emotionally. Anyway, STILL SO HYPED. I have waited since since January when I did the training for this and for summer and for the pool. :)
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| me and Julie Kelly, my super rockin' teacher |
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| doesn't she just look like she kicks ass? yes, yes she does! |
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| at least the clouds were beautiful |
As if that weren't enough, they don't have new Word. The first day I went there, I was so excited. I packed a library bag complete with everything I would need to settle in and stay awhile. Water bottle, coke, snacks, fun stuff. But then I finally get settled on a computer that does have Word and I start eating my snack and get bitched out by Julie. We're buds now and she calls me the Soon to be Famous Writer and it's all good so I can talk about it. She doesn't give me special library privileges or anything like that but she gives me the inside scoop and now I know why they're so grouchy. Anyway, if I ever sell my book I will donate something to this library, maybe a special supernatural corner like Stacey's Demon Nook or something. :)
The most recent board they have posted is from 2010, but if any of my local friends know anyone currently on the board or important in the city who I could talk to about it, please send me their contact info.
So anyway, ok then I have a panic attack because when I put my flashdrive with my book on it in the computer I beat up an old person to use when the power of my BO didn't work, just kidding, maybe, it says it can't read a 'docx' document and I know I saved it in word and the computer says it has word so, well, you just never know with me. So I had also saved it in my google docs (which I am so computer illiterate I thought maybe that is what screwed it up) and so I tried to open it up there, but the library browser kept showing me the first page then saying their browser was too old to work with google docs so I had to give that up. So then as additional backup I also emailed it to myself but again it was showing up that it was a word doc but it wouldn't open it. My god, heart attack on a plate at this point.
SO... luckily it let me open it in an html and I copied and pasted it all into a 'new' word doc that I was able to work with. That is of course a very sarcastic 'new' because what I learned after all this trauma and after I left and stuff is that docx is a word document (Stop laughing, Jennifer at Serenedipity's Library I didn't know that and I have used a computer in Safe Mode). :)
Anyway, so excited to get back to it! Thanks to all of you for being such a wonderful part of my life!
xoxoxo,
stacey
Amendment One
I was going to post something else today but then there was news.
It happens some times.
It happens some times.
So on Tuesday, North Carolina passed Amendment One
banning not only gay marriage but also civil unions.
Really? REALLY??????
banning not only gay marriage but also civil unions.
Really? REALLY??????
Shame on you North Carolina, shame, shame, shame, shame.
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| from me to you, North Carolina |
This really is not a good example of this country
nor is it the type of environment in which I want my children to grow up.
I have to confess that I really didn't give much of a shit about politics before
but then I had kids and suddenly it really mattered to me
what are the decisions
that dictate how they can live
and the details of their quality of life.
nor is it the type of environment in which I want my children to grow up.
I have to confess that I really didn't give much of a shit about politics before
but then I had kids and suddenly it really mattered to me
what are the decisions
that dictate how they can live
and the details of their quality of life.
Call me naive, but I thought in the US we established a separation of church and state
back in the day with Thomas Jefferson
not that the word has made it all the way down here to Texas yet, but....
telling other people who and what they can or should do with their lives
when they are not hurtng anyone is some kind of gross EVIL.
back in the day with Thomas Jefferson
not that the word has made it all the way down here to Texas yet, but....
telling other people who and what they can or should do with their lives
when they are not hurtng anyone is some kind of gross EVIL.
GROSS!!!! What part about THIS does not look like A RELIGIOUS choice,
one that the GOVERNMENT has no business involving itself in,
and it DISGUSTS me.
one that the GOVERNMENT has no business involving itself in,
and it DISGUSTS me.
I hope when my children grow up
they find love
and if they want to marry that person
I will hope they follow their hearts
I will trust their judgement
and whomever they want to marry
it damn well had best not be illegal.
It still amazes me that only 45 years ago, the US Supreme Court unanimously ended laws against interracial marriage in this country. The amazement I guess comes from the fact that I am pretty close to 45 years old and I cannot believe that only a couple of years before I was born these laws existed. I hope that the Supreme Court is much quicker to address the matter at hand.
However, good has a way of triumphing over evil,
and sometimes progress emerges in the darkest of times,
and I could not be more proud of this man today:
and I could not be more proud of this man today:
I loved him before,
plus isn't he handsome???? :) ,
but I could not be more proud than today
when I can tell my children this country does have some leaders
of whom they can be proud.
plus isn't he handsome???? :) ,
but I could not be more proud than today
when I can tell my children this country does have some leaders
of whom they can be proud.
xoxoxoxoxoxo,
stacey
stacey
The Jump Off
I love Lil Kim and this is not only apropos but a classic fave.
Although I would like to add that I am not a huge fan of
the new blogger format but I'll give it a try.
So far at least it is better than the fact that
one night while I was sleeping
FB forced the timeline on me
and THAT SHIT SUCKS.
Anyway, I am back and it is all due to the amazing
goddess of the universe and beyond
my blog best friend
(Jennifer, was I supposed to check 'rel=nonfollow'
or what, I read that but I still don't know
what in the world that is?!?).
Like I said, if you don't know if there is a god or not
it is certainly none of my business
but Jennifer at Serendipity's Library is the goddess of the universe
and all she surveys as far as I am concerned.
And of course,
La Reina Soy YO,
and I said so
so read her blog if you don't already
and give her lots of love.
Big hugs and kisses from Texas
and looking forward to keeping in touch with you all again!!!!
xoxoxoxo
stacey
resume
I didn't write this,
a friend of mine posted it on FB
but in case you want me to write one like it for you
let me know,
i would gladly write something like it for you for cash.
in case you haven't heard,
I am a writer
:)
have a wonderful day!!!!!!!
xoxoxo,
xoxoxo,
stacey
Breakfast at Tiffany's
So I crashed another computer and I am unable to work on my book right now.The good news is that Jennifer from Serendipity's Library is helping me. She is so awesome. If you're ever sitting around wondering if there is a god or not, well, what the hell do I know, it's not up to me to answer that for you, but I can tell you there is a goddess and she is Jennifer from Serendipity's Library.
So, anyway, it is making my brain crazy not writing all day every day and I need to find a better outlet for my creativity than just taking pictures of PhotoBoy's classic GI Joe posed in funny positions with his kungfu grip.
So, today I'll borrow Oldest Daughter's laptop (normally I hate this because she's a kid and has all this weird kid crap on it and it's slow and also it doesn't have Word on it or anything so I can't work on my book although every time I turn around something beeps whirs or bings and like right now it is plugged in but says it is not and it won't hold a charge) but that's ok, I guess right now I'm a beggar not a chooser. So.... if the battery doesn't die first, I'll write a crapton of posts today and set them to autopost. Why not.
Then maybe tonight I'll look for my library card and try to go write there. It's just the thing is I get annoyed having to drive somewhere and back, whatever. The other thing is every time I lose my library card they have a terrible time finding me in the system again and I think it's because the state of Texas screwed up my last name on my driver's licence which I'm still completely bitter about and I prefer not to think about it if I don't have to.
So oldest daughter was sick the other day and since I can't write we watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, one of the all time best movies EVER although I don't think I've seen it in 10 or 20 years.
We can skim over the weird stuff, like Mickey Rooney playing a way over stereotyped Asian guy... not cool, but hey, it was made in 1961 and I'm sure some people called it lucky back then to have an Asian guy in a movie even if he was played by a white dude. #fail.
But anyway, my very favorite thing is the library scene where they go and find Fred's book and he autographs it. ThaT'S part of a fantasy I have where I want to go into a library and find my book and autograph it. And I hope there's a super rockin' librarian there who doesn't shush me and encourages me instead of yelling at me for defacing library property and being loud like I am.
So, the movie was great as always and it got me thinking about important life lessons that can be learned from Holly Go Lightly, who, by the way, IS NOT A HOOKER. If you you feel differently, while it's more or less a free country and you are certainly allowed to express your opinion, just know that you will be thereafter considered an EvilDoer and you know what can happen to EvilDoers. I heard someone say that today, that she was, and I am still traumatized by the blasphemousness of it.
So I'm gonna go off on it for a second now because here's the thing. If you ask me a hooker is someone who has sex or performs sexual acts in exchange for money. Which Holly Golightly DOES NOT DO. Ok, so I also looked up the legal definition and it concurs with ME. Paul does, however have a sugar mama and DOES have sex in exchange for money and an apartment at least until he falls in love with Holly which means Paul is a hooker but no one calls him that. Stupid double standard and misogynous societal BS.
I'll continue to rant by saying that allowing someone to buy you and your friends dinner when it is their CHOICE to do so and they WANT to and you did not ask them to does not make you a prostitute or entitle said purchaser to anything. In fact, what I think is VERY WRONG is that someone might offer to buy you dinner and then afterwards expect that that means you'll put out or whatever for them. Fuckers.
I also see no problem with Holly Golightly asking for money for the powder room, or for cab fare. 'Can I have some cash?' is a yes or no questions. People try to panhandle me all the time and I just say no. And so if she asks them and someone says yes, that was their choice although I don't think she's a panhandler, either. Who's a ho? NOT Holly.
Holly also makes it very clear that she's never been Uncle Sally's lover and I see is nothing wrong with her accepting money to keep him happy and relay the weather report. Well, ok, there's possibly some substance to the indictment at the end but I love Holly so I know the charges would never stick.
I'm still a little confused about her bank account and the book she was keeping for Uncle Sally and Fred's subsequent book, but maybe that's because I share some of Holly's financial philosophies as well as in general. For starters:
I should be saving so I can move to Mexico with my brother and raise horses by the beach. Shouldn't we all. I guess it would also be best if he doesn't go to war first, and whenever possible we should remember... run off with the future president of Brazil before we get indicted and he can't handle the scandalousness of it and and before they don't let us leave the country, yadayadayada.
If I were as rich as her, the burlesque dancer, that is, I'd be richer because I'd keep the candystore.
Yes, Holly, yes! Let's keep the candystore. Let's be smarter with our money. Let's be richer than the burlesque dancer who we know is handsomely paid.
If you haven't bought yourself or someone you love diamonds before you're 40, you can tell the snotty ass clerks who turn sentimental in the end because everything's better at Tiffany's that it is because you think it is tacky and beneath you to wear them when you're still so young.
Sleep with princess mask and earplugs and put your phone in your suitcase to mute the noise level the day after a good night out or party. If you drink milk when you wake up, it's fine to 'water' your plants with the watered down bourbon from the night before then you can drink the milk from your martini or cordial glass. It looks better and looking better can help ease you into your day.
If you're a writer and you're trying to impress a chick and tell her you write every day, even today on an old school typewriter, be sure it has ribbon in it. That's actually from Paul, but it still counts because I say it does. I learned that part from Holly.
Know you need money and what you'll do to get it. If that means you are surrounded by rats, then it's best to be aware and understand when it's time to leave because the field stinks. Speaking of rats, never accept drinks from disapproving gentlemen.
If you have one of those days and the real world, not the one you live in, and your world collide head on and you get a case of the mean reds and it's too early for Tiffany's and you have to ask someone to take you out and to not take you home until you're very drunk indeed, choose that friend wisely.
When going out, know how to hail a cab. Keep a mirror and lipstick and perfume in your mailbox for last minute primping.
If you're unattached, always know the list of the richest men (or women, whichever you're into) in America (or wherever you live) under 50 by heart, know them by their name and face. Have kick ass parties where the word gets out and men (or women) on the list show up. Leave with them before the police arrive. You'll know whether to stay with that person because you can tell exactly what kind of woman they think you are by the type of earrings they give you.
Whether you're unattached or not, most importantly, be impulsive and romantic. Spend a day with some one you care bout, spouse, friend, child, whomever.... doing things you've never done before. Take turns. Find a real life place that makes you feel as good as Tiffany's then settle in, buy some furniture and name your cat.
Have a wonderful week!
xoxoxo,
stacey
So, anyway, it is making my brain crazy not writing all day every day and I need to find a better outlet for my creativity than just taking pictures of PhotoBoy's classic GI Joe posed in funny positions with his kungfu grip.
So, today I'll borrow Oldest Daughter's laptop (normally I hate this because she's a kid and has all this weird kid crap on it and it's slow and also it doesn't have Word on it or anything so I can't work on my book although every time I turn around something beeps whirs or bings and like right now it is plugged in but says it is not and it won't hold a charge) but that's ok, I guess right now I'm a beggar not a chooser. So.... if the battery doesn't die first, I'll write a crapton of posts today and set them to autopost. Why not.
Then maybe tonight I'll look for my library card and try to go write there. It's just the thing is I get annoyed having to drive somewhere and back, whatever. The other thing is every time I lose my library card they have a terrible time finding me in the system again and I think it's because the state of Texas screwed up my last name on my driver's licence which I'm still completely bitter about and I prefer not to think about it if I don't have to.
So oldest daughter was sick the other day and since I can't write we watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, one of the all time best movies EVER although I don't think I've seen it in 10 or 20 years.
We can skim over the weird stuff, like Mickey Rooney playing a way over stereotyped Asian guy... not cool, but hey, it was made in 1961 and I'm sure some people called it lucky back then to have an Asian guy in a movie even if he was played by a white dude. #fail.
But anyway, my very favorite thing is the library scene where they go and find Fred's book and he autographs it. ThaT'S part of a fantasy I have where I want to go into a library and find my book and autograph it. And I hope there's a super rockin' librarian there who doesn't shush me and encourages me instead of yelling at me for defacing library property and being loud like I am.
So, the movie was great as always and it got me thinking about important life lessons that can be learned from Holly Go Lightly, who, by the way, IS NOT A HOOKER. If you you feel differently, while it's more or less a free country and you are certainly allowed to express your opinion, just know that you will be thereafter considered an EvilDoer and you know what can happen to EvilDoers. I heard someone say that today, that she was, and I am still traumatized by the blasphemousness of it.
So I'm gonna go off on it for a second now because here's the thing. If you ask me a hooker is someone who has sex or performs sexual acts in exchange for money. Which Holly Golightly DOES NOT DO. Ok, so I also looked up the legal definition and it concurs with ME. Paul does, however have a sugar mama and DOES have sex in exchange for money and an apartment at least until he falls in love with Holly which means Paul is a hooker but no one calls him that. Stupid double standard and misogynous societal BS.
I'll continue to rant by saying that allowing someone to buy you and your friends dinner when it is their CHOICE to do so and they WANT to and you did not ask them to does not make you a prostitute or entitle said purchaser to anything. In fact, what I think is VERY WRONG is that someone might offer to buy you dinner and then afterwards expect that that means you'll put out or whatever for them. Fuckers.
I also see no problem with Holly Golightly asking for money for the powder room, or for cab fare. 'Can I have some cash?' is a yes or no questions. People try to panhandle me all the time and I just say no. And so if she asks them and someone says yes, that was their choice although I don't think she's a panhandler, either. Who's a ho? NOT Holly.
Holly also makes it very clear that she's never been Uncle Sally's lover and I see is nothing wrong with her accepting money to keep him happy and relay the weather report. Well, ok, there's possibly some substance to the indictment at the end but I love Holly so I know the charges would never stick.
I'm still a little confused about her bank account and the book she was keeping for Uncle Sally and Fred's subsequent book, but maybe that's because I share some of Holly's financial philosophies as well as in general. For starters:
I should be saving so I can move to Mexico with my brother and raise horses by the beach. Shouldn't we all. I guess it would also be best if he doesn't go to war first, and whenever possible we should remember... run off with the future president of Brazil before we get indicted and he can't handle the scandalousness of it and and before they don't let us leave the country, yadayadayada.
If I were as rich as her, the burlesque dancer, that is, I'd be richer because I'd keep the candystore.
Yes, Holly, yes! Let's keep the candystore. Let's be smarter with our money. Let's be richer than the burlesque dancer who we know is handsomely paid.
If you haven't bought yourself or someone you love diamonds before you're 40, you can tell the snotty ass clerks who turn sentimental in the end because everything's better at Tiffany's that it is because you think it is tacky and beneath you to wear them when you're still so young.
Sleep with princess mask and earplugs and put your phone in your suitcase to mute the noise level the day after a good night out or party. If you drink milk when you wake up, it's fine to 'water' your plants with the watered down bourbon from the night before then you can drink the milk from your martini or cordial glass. It looks better and looking better can help ease you into your day.
If you're a writer and you're trying to impress a chick and tell her you write every day, even today on an old school typewriter, be sure it has ribbon in it. That's actually from Paul, but it still counts because I say it does. I learned that part from Holly.
Know you need money and what you'll do to get it. If that means you are surrounded by rats, then it's best to be aware and understand when it's time to leave because the field stinks. Speaking of rats, never accept drinks from disapproving gentlemen.
If you have one of those days and the real world, not the one you live in, and your world collide head on and you get a case of the mean reds and it's too early for Tiffany's and you have to ask someone to take you out and to not take you home until you're very drunk indeed, choose that friend wisely.
When going out, know how to hail a cab. Keep a mirror and lipstick and perfume in your mailbox for last minute primping.
If you're unattached, always know the list of the richest men (or women, whichever you're into) in America (or wherever you live) under 50 by heart, know them by their name and face. Have kick ass parties where the word gets out and men (or women) on the list show up. Leave with them before the police arrive. You'll know whether to stay with that person because you can tell exactly what kind of woman they think you are by the type of earrings they give you.
Whether you're unattached or not, most importantly, be impulsive and romantic. Spend a day with some one you care bout, spouse, friend, child, whomever.... doing things you've never done before. Take turns. Find a real life place that makes you feel as good as Tiffany's then settle in, buy some furniture and name your cat.
Have a wonderful week!
xoxoxo,
stacey
damn it feels good
to be a gansta Texan!
Not when they do scary shit like this, or sport bumper stickers that say things like 'I'll keep my guns, you keep your change!' ... but this made me laugh as I was leaving the grocery store.
Then, I got in my car to pull out and I remembered this so I took a picture. Yes, this is my local grocery store.
If you were wondering if it ever gets used, check it out, this was also today. Yes, this was also the parking lot of my local grocery store.
When I see stuff like that, I think there are just some things about Texas that are just amazing and you can't really find anywhere else.
Have a great night, y'all!!!!
xosxoxoxo,
stacey
Not when they do scary shit like this, or sport bumper stickers that say things like 'I'll keep my guns, you keep your change!' ... but this made me laugh as I was leaving the grocery store.
Then, I got in my car to pull out and I remembered this so I took a picture. Yes, this is my local grocery store.
If you were wondering if it ever gets used, check it out, this was also today. Yes, this was also the parking lot of my local grocery store.
When I see stuff like that, I think there are just some things about Texas that are just amazing and you can't really find anywhere else.
Have a great night, y'all!!!!
xosxoxoxo,
stacey
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