I started this blogging journey in December 2013 thinking I wouldn’t make it through a couple of months. Here it is a year later and I’m still here. Some months have been pretty slow posting wise, not so much life being slow. As a family we’ve been through a lot this past year. Dealing with the bullying of my grandson in the spring and then with finally getting the diagnosis of Autism. He was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome but due to the changes in the DSM-V he falls under Autism now.
Had a pretty quiet summer, got the pool up and working even with dealing with a leak in a new liner. Spent a lot of hours on the mower in the “back 40” from March through October. One of my favorite things to do outside. In the midst of all of this I started back to school, working on my Masters in Criminal Justice. It has been an interesting journey from May. Been on break with no classes since mid October but they start back next Monday, 5th. Transferred to Nova Southeastern in FL to finish. Pretty interesting class starting, all about Firearms and Ballistics and the other one on Forensic Science. Looking forward to these two.
Still hanging on to my insurance license, got too much time and money invested not to keep renewing it every two years and doing the continuing education. I am in the midst of working on my AFIS (Agriculture and Farm Insurance Specialist) designation, so I guess taking the third part of that course will be my continuing education this year, that and the Ethics class that is required.
Started by journey as a Jamberry Nail Wrap consultant in November. Funny thing, I’d never heard of them until August of last year when a Face Book friend had a Face Book party and then became a consultant. Wish I’d know about this company before. Pretty new, started in 2010 and growing fast. Check it out: http://www.eulasullivan.jamberrynails.net/ and anyone wanting info let me know. Cool nail wraps and get paid to have pretty nails. It’s only in the US and Canada right now.
Through all of this the last month has be trying on my health and dealing with blood pressure issues. I am hoping that things will settle down again when school starts back next week and one of the grandkids will be back in school. They have all been sick including the three year old. This crazy flu and respiratory stuff is nothing to mess with. If you are sick with this, go to the doctor, emergency room or something. Kids are dying from it, scary crap!!
If we could keep all the vehicles around here running it would be a miracle. Out of seven vehicles, three are down right now….OUCH that’s a lot of $$$$’s going to be going out the door.
This is about it for my crazy life. Striving to increase my blogging and writing in this new year and accomplishing much more along the way. With major home improvements looming on the near horizon it’s going to be a busy one.
Why is it so hard to sit down and write??? The words are there, I just can’t seem to make them go down like I want them to. I have been trying to focus on work this week and now trying to get into working on my novel. The novel is really a work in progress for sure. And, it is not progressing along very well. Maybe it’s just time to put it up again and start on another project that might be less painful. I really need to focus on something that doesn’t tear me apart inside when I get into it. Maybe this is not such good therapy after all. This is just not happening now. Moving on….
Now that Writing 101 is over where’d my motivation go????? First two Criminal Justice classes are finished and don’t have another one starting till mid-August. Guess I need to try to concentrate on getting some work done and trying to make some money somewhere here. Not going to do much today though. Going to take a day or two and just chill some.
What did you do yesterday to celebrate our Nations Birthday? I hope everyone had a fun filled day with family and friends.
Finally got the pool moved and patched and set back up and finished mowing the yard. Little grandkids had fun in it yesterday, which makes it all better when they have fun and laugh and play. Kids did fireworks last night and enjoyed themselves I hope. I was stuck inside most of the night studying and getting ready to take a final exam in one of the classes that ended.
I think I am going to go for a rambling drive after a while and take a few pictures.
Writing 101, Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure
For our final assignment, tell the tale of your most-prized possession. If you’re up for a twist, go long — experiment with long form and push yourself to write more than usual.
I have a lot of “things” that I treasure. A lot of collectibles that can’t be replaced etc. What I treasure most are the memories I have of my parents, my other family members that have gone on and of my children and grandchildren when they were little. I still have a small grandchild that makes memories for me daily and those I treasure as well. I think if we stop and look around us we will realize that it’s not the material things that we have that we should treasure. Yes, our possessions are important and most of us worked hard for what we have and as I’ve said a lot of what we have probably couldn’t be replaced. However, those things mean very little to nothing in the grand scheme of our lives. What means the most, or what should be mean the most is our families and our faith in whoever or whatever each of us believes in as a higher power. Speaking for myself, it is my family and my faith in God that I treasure beyond all else.
I have those “things” that I enjoy and like to have around – you know the sports stuff for us die hard, bleed blue Kentucky Wildcat fans or Tennessee Titan fans. Some of things grace my walls and all I have to do is look up from this computer and see the big blue UK logo or prints of football and basketball players. The Native American prints on my walls along with the pictures of my grandchildren, those are all things that are important to me but I can live without them.
At the end of the day what I treasure more than anything is when my grandkids tell me good night and give me a kiss and hug, those little arms around your neck make all the other crap worthwhile and can make a horrible day into a pretty good one.
Writing 101, Day Eighteen:
Craft a story from the perspective of a twelve-year-old observing it all. For your twist, focus on specific character qualities, drawing from elements we’ve worked on in this course, like voice and dialogue. The neighborhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.
Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.
Today I came out on the front stoop for a while. It’s been really hot and stormy outside and mom wouldn’t let me come out in the storms. I couldn’t believe it when I saw the police and the landlord next door. Poor ole Ms. Pauley, I don’t know what she’s going to do. Mr. Landlord said she couldn’t pay her rent and he couldn’t let her stay any longer. I wonder where all those boys are hers are, why can’t they help her out. I know I would if I had any money, that’s what I told the man and the policeman too. I think he kinda felt sorry for her but I guess he’s just doing his job. Forty years is a long time, I can’t even understand how long, I can’t imagine it. It seems like it’s been forever since I turned 12 and that was just a few months ago.
She used to make cookies and ask me to come over and eat cookies and drink milk with her. Man, those chocolate chip cookies would melt in your mouth, wish I had one right now and a big cold glass of milk. Somebody has got to do something about this, it’s just not right. I gotta go get Momma, she’ll know what to do. “Momma, momma, where are you?” I listen, she’s on the phone with somebody telling them what is going on next door. When she hangs up, she’s smiling and runs out the door to stop the landlord. She just told them that she was on the phone with one of Ms. Pauley’s sons. He had no idea that his mother couldn’t pay her bills and was coming to get her and take her with him until they could get it straightened out. I was so scared for Ms. Pauley, now I know she’ll be ok and she even told me she’d send me some cookies. Whew, had me worried there.7
Writing 101, Day Seventeen:
What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own.
I am afraid to not being there for my kids and grandkids, or something happening and I can’t fix it for them. I know that I can’t fix everything or take care of everything for them. I’ve always been the caretaker and it is hard to let it go and not keep wanting to do it. When I was working full time I could more afford to do that but now I can’t and that really bothers me. I can spend more time with them now and hopefully that makes up for some other things. When kids are used to getting everything they want and more too from you it is hard for them to understand sometimes that things change. I am afraid of what will happen to them when I am no longer here, and I hate putting these words on paper. It just makes me face those fears more than I want to.
I am afraid that I won’t be able to handle my classes that I have signed up for. I have been sick this week and when I get this upper respiratory mess it takes me about a month to get back to whatever is normal for me. I won’t say normal, because as you guys have figured out by now, there’s nothing “normal” here… I had to withdraw from a class that was starting this week because I’m still trying to finish two other classes, write two papers and study for final exams.
What else am I afraid of? I am afraid that something will happen to one of my grandkids, I’ve come close to losing two of them already and lost one shortly after birth. I am afraid that something will happen to one of my sons, came very close twice with my younger son years ago when he was a teenager. When you lose a child/grandchild I think you face your own mortality and don’t like what you see.
I have to force myself to deal with these fears and not let them consume me. I don’t dwell on them, I can’t, if I did I couldn’t function and take care of work, school and day to day “stuff”. We all have these same fears in some form or another, the key is figuring out how to deal with them.
Writing 101, Day Sixteen:
Today, imagine you work in a place where you manage lost or forgotten items. What might you find in the pile? For those participating in our serial challenge, reflect on the theme of “lost and found,” too. Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
Oh boy, this one I can do …..LOL – not exactly as above but it’s about finding things that have been forgotten or old.
Several years and a lifetime ago (not really) I worked for an agency that was being sued. The owners did something that wasn’t agreeable with the powers that be, but without going into much detail it resulted in a lawsuit. We had to dig through mountains of information to provide the attorneys want they asked for (on both sides) going back even before the time in question.
I have been called a “pack rat” and this time it was in my favor because I knew where a lot of what was asked for was kept and why it was there. I went through months of this crap with answering questions and looking for information and answering more questions, even as to why I knew what I knew and why “things” were kept. Yes, “things” was a term used by the attorneys in the legal documents. Depositions, legal questions answered, information searched through, papers found, people contacted and on and on and on. This mess went on for more than three years.
Now when I have to look for something it really makes me beyond irritated. My patience is gone and I hate dealing with idiots more than ever. Some people will not listen to what you tell them no matter what and they think what they do is beyond reproach and nothing is going to happen.
I feel like there’s a book somewhere in all that on what NOT to do when you decide to make a change.