Just realized that is has been a year since I posted here.
We're all up in the World Cup. The Argentina game should be interesting. Depending on how we feel, we may go to a bar to watch the game. It's funner to watch the game with other people.
The only new thing in my life is Katie. An eleven-week-old puppy. She made it through the night last night. No 2:00 am potty break, no middle-of-night wrestling match, no Bitey McBiterson. She slept until 6:45. I let her out; she pottied; I her (Molly, of course); she ran around for about an hour. She's now napping with Scott. She's such a pain the ass sometimes, but then there's the sweet Katie.
Oh, and I whacked off my hair. I don't think I've had short hair since 1995. I've worn my hair in a braid, up in a hair clip, or up in a hair stick for a very long time. My hair would stay wet all day; I'd have to re-braid it at night to make sure it dried. There were time I was afraid it would mold. (Heh!)
Maybe it won't be a year between posts.
6/15/2014
6/24/2013
Preparations and RBOC
* My mom gets in tomorrow, so I am cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, and generally picking up anything that does not "go here." We have activities and meals planned. (She's a little high maintenance--though she'd deny it.) I am taking the train down to get her--we're trying to train (heh) the mothers how to get here by train, especially if they arrive during rush hour.
* Maxx has been gone for a week and a half. She has a new home (not a foster, but a real home). Her new family has another cockatoo and the two are the best of friends. They preen each other, they hang out in the same cage. When she gets tired of being around others, she goes back to her cage and hangs out by herself. I am SOOOOO happy she's happy.
* I have been going to the gym regularly. I'm beginning to miss it when I don't go.
* Oh, I'm reading the new Dan Brown book. Erd. Ma. Gerd. It's really not very good. Langdon gets in trouble, finds a smart, female partner, solves puzzles, and (I assume) saves the day/country/world. It's an OK read, but I've read it before.
* Maxx has been gone for a week and a half. She has a new home (not a foster, but a real home). Her new family has another cockatoo and the two are the best of friends. They preen each other, they hang out in the same cage. When she gets tired of being around others, she goes back to her cage and hangs out by herself. I am SOOOOO happy she's happy.
* I have been going to the gym regularly. I'm beginning to miss it when I don't go.
* Oh, I'm reading the new Dan Brown book. Erd. Ma. Gerd. It's really not very good. Langdon gets in trouble, finds a smart, female partner, solves puzzles, and (I assume) saves the day/country/world. It's an OK read, but I've read it before.
6/21/2013
Post Maxx
Dear Maxx:
I know you are happy because your fosters have sent me pics of you being preened by another cockatoo.
For me ... I get to sit outside; I get to read in another room, if I choose; I get to cook (and or prep); I can come home and *not* tend to your needs before my own.
That's all I want for you. To be happy.
The rescue team who took you are wonderful. They devote themselves to bird, their health, and their well being.
I know you are happy because your fosters have sent me pics of you being preened by another cockatoo.
For me ... I get to sit outside; I get to read in another room, if I choose; I get to cook (and or prep); I can come home and *not* tend to your needs before my own.
That's all I want for you. To be happy.
The rescue team who took you are wonderful. They devote themselves to bird, their health, and their well being.
6/11/2013
More Maxx
Dear Maxx: (part 2)
Some wonderful people picked you up yesterday. When they walked in the door all they could see was you. "Hi sweetie," You're so beautiful," "I love you." All said in high, loving tones.
You will be their priority and their focus.
This makes me happy (though I'm crying right now).
This morning, it was all I could do to not proceed with our routine. Opening your room, opening your cage, letting you "have your coffee" (you never were a morning person/birdie). Within a an hour, you would let me know that you wanted to come upstairs by yelling (aka screaming). I would get you up, get you fresh water, and heat up some peas in a small bowl. Sometimes, I would hand feed you one pea at a time.
I miss watching you get sleepy, raise a foot, and nap.
I don't miss you getting agitated, and me getting stressed out trying to figure out what I can do to calm you down and make you happy.
Goodbye my little sweetie.
There's more here.
Some wonderful people picked you up yesterday. When they walked in the door all they could see was you. "Hi sweetie," You're so beautiful," "I love you." All said in high, loving tones.
You will be their priority and their focus.
This makes me happy (though I'm crying right now).
This morning, it was all I could do to not proceed with our routine. Opening your room, opening your cage, letting you "have your coffee" (you never were a morning person/birdie). Within a an hour, you would let me know that you wanted to come upstairs by yelling (aka screaming). I would get you up, get you fresh water, and heat up some peas in a small bowl. Sometimes, I would hand feed you one pea at a time.
I miss watching you get sleepy, raise a foot, and nap.
I don't miss you getting agitated, and me getting stressed out trying to figure out what I can do to calm you down and make you happy.
Goodbye my little sweetie.
There's more here.
6/04/2013
Dear Maxx: (a 23-year-old umbrella cockatoo)
I've never made it a secret that you were *not* a pet. Had I been more forceful, perhaps I could have talked you out of being brought from Alabama (there's too much history there to get into right now).
You were so small when we got you--no bigger than a softball (many pictures of you from that time, you're so ugly you're cute). You had to be hand fed every 6 hours, and you would get so sleepy after a feeding (I have great pictures of you after a feeding--you can barely keep your eyes open). When I was feeding you, I thought for sure I'd drown you (I was not the expert; Dale was). I didn't even know to preen you to help break up your pin feathers. Luckily, Mom (your grandma) helped me with that and soon you were a cuddly, a-bit-bigger than a softball fluffy bird.
As with most small things, you grew so fast. I took pics of you every week.
Also, as with most small things, you liked to cuddle. I'd let you play on the floor and wander around. When you wanted to settle down, you'd climb up my pant leg and settle in my lap. Then, when you were done with affection, you'd wander over to your perch and nap. After the nap, it would start all over again.
You were fearless; you loved everybody; you were endlessly entertaining (and entertained).
Damn hormones. You got into your late teens, early twenties, and your hormones kicked in. You started laying eggs about 13 years ago and now you sit on the eggs you *do* lay (and you brood for days). I think you seriously want a mate; I don't blame you.
Maybe your new home will find you a mate.
I just want you to be a happy bird with a full life. Perhaps with a mate and some clutches (you'd be a good birdie mom). I'm hoping the rescue society will keep me posted on your progress; I hope I haven't waited too long to get you into a happier home. I hope you are mentally healthy (that keeping you with me for 23 years has not damaged you), and I hope your new family adores you as you deserve to be adored.
**there will be more, but I cannot write more now**
I've never made it a secret that you were *not* a pet. Had I been more forceful, perhaps I could have talked you out of being brought from Alabama (there's too much history there to get into right now).
You were so small when we got you--no bigger than a softball (many pictures of you from that time, you're so ugly you're cute). You had to be hand fed every 6 hours, and you would get so sleepy after a feeding (I have great pictures of you after a feeding--you can barely keep your eyes open). When I was feeding you, I thought for sure I'd drown you (I was not the expert; Dale was). I didn't even know to preen you to help break up your pin feathers. Luckily, Mom (your grandma) helped me with that and soon you were a cuddly, a-bit-bigger than a softball fluffy bird.
As with most small things, you grew so fast. I took pics of you every week.
Also, as with most small things, you liked to cuddle. I'd let you play on the floor and wander around. When you wanted to settle down, you'd climb up my pant leg and settle in my lap. Then, when you were done with affection, you'd wander over to your perch and nap. After the nap, it would start all over again.
You were fearless; you loved everybody; you were endlessly entertaining (and entertained).
Damn hormones. You got into your late teens, early twenties, and your hormones kicked in. You started laying eggs about 13 years ago and now you sit on the eggs you *do* lay (and you brood for days). I think you seriously want a mate; I don't blame you.
Maybe your new home will find you a mate.
I just want you to be a happy bird with a full life. Perhaps with a mate and some clutches (you'd be a good birdie mom). I'm hoping the rescue society will keep me posted on your progress; I hope I haven't waited too long to get you into a happier home. I hope you are mentally healthy (that keeping you with me for 23 years has not damaged you), and I hope your new family adores you as you deserve to be adored.
**there will be more, but I cannot write more now**
5/17/2013
Mini Heat Wave
The mini heat wave is over! (YAY!!) I even had to turn on the A/C.
***
Passive aggressive RANT AHEAD!!!
When someone tries to help you, especially when you are far away, just be appreciative. Realize that someone is researching, investigating, and not doing something else because someone wants to make sure that YOU are OK. And that YOU are not stressing. And that YOU are having a good time visiting your best friend (and his wife and the boys).
</end rant ... at least in my blog>
***
I have been working on my chapter draft; what I'm writing seems so obvious to me. I cannot imagine who *doesn't* already know what I'm trying to write.
Right now, I'm working on explaining the parts of speech. Who does not know that?
EEErrrrrgggggg!!!
***
Passive aggressive RANT AHEAD!!!
When someone tries to help you, especially when you are far away, just be appreciative. Realize that someone is researching, investigating, and not doing something else because someone wants to make sure that YOU are OK. And that YOU are not stressing. And that YOU are having a good time visiting your best friend (and his wife and the boys).
</end rant ... at least in my blog>
***
I have been working on my chapter draft; what I'm writing seems so obvious to me. I cannot imagine who *doesn't* already know what I'm trying to write.
Right now, I'm working on explaining the parts of speech. Who does not know that?
EEErrrrrgggggg!!!
5/14/2013
Trees
I am trying to see chapter by chapter. Right now, I am seeing BOOK.
*Break it down (I know this)
*Explain to your audience (NOT the people reviewing the book, but those who will USE the book.
*Tine ... your tone is all over the place. Be accessible without being C. Rude.
* expande exercises
* give a bit of history about copymarking symbols (why are they still relevant?)
More to follow ...
*Break it down (I know this)
*Explain to your audience (NOT the people reviewing the book, but those who will USE the book.
*Tine ... your tone is all over the place. Be accessible without being C. Rude.
* expande exercises
* give a bit of history about copymarking symbols (why are they still relevant?)
More to follow ...
5/13/2013
OMG--Two posts in one day!
It's like OK hot here. (87F)
I don't want to turn on the A/C, but the western sun is about to hit our west-facing picture window.
***
I'm thinking about sending my materials to an additional publishing house. They provide more direction about what they want to see. The most intimidating part is writing a chapter. I don't really know how to do that. I mean, each textbook chapter has a formula(ish) organization for the contents. I guess I just need to outline the formula and fill in the blanks.
AND
Breathe
I don't want to turn on the A/C, but the western sun is about to hit our west-facing picture window.
***
I'm thinking about sending my materials to an additional publishing house. They provide more direction about what they want to see. The most intimidating part is writing a chapter. I don't really know how to do that. I mean, each textbook chapter has a formula(ish) organization for the contents. I guess I just need to outline the formula and fill in the blanks.
AND
Breathe
Survivor, Stress, and Exercise
I loved the ending of Survivor last night. (Yes, I still watch it ... It's a compulsion.)
***
I sent out some information about my "textbook" to a publisher today (an evaluation of the textbooks out there, my audience and rationale, and an article I published about when beginning technical editors need to know). I am incredibly stressed. I'm afraid that they'll laugh at me (because I don't know what I'm talking about--impostor syndrome).
I hope I didn't overwhelm the guy with the deluge of attachments (OK, there were only three attachments; I guess that's not really a deluge).
***
I AM going to the gym today. I need to work off stress and get back to my book. (I read while walking on the treadmill.)
That's it.
***
I sent out some information about my "textbook" to a publisher today (an evaluation of the textbooks out there, my audience and rationale, and an article I published about when beginning technical editors need to know). I am incredibly stressed. I'm afraid that they'll laugh at me (because I don't know what I'm talking about--impostor syndrome).
I hope I didn't overwhelm the guy with the deluge of attachments (OK, there were only three attachments; I guess that's not really a deluge).
***
I AM going to the gym today. I need to work off stress and get back to my book. (I read while walking on the treadmill.)
That's it.
5/10/2013
Contact
I contacted a book rep the other day for information (a "how to," is you will). I figured since they do not offer a Technical Editing textbook, they'd be a good place to try first.
He wants a bit more information before he passes it on (How will my book fill a gap? What course(s) would use it? Who's the audience?). I have all of that written down, I just need to clean it up. That's what I'm planning on tomorrow. (No, really.)
That and pick up cat food.
He wants a bit more information before he passes it on (How will my book fill a gap? What course(s) would use it? Who's the audience?). I have all of that written down, I just need to clean it up. That's what I'm planning on tomorrow. (No, really.)
That and pick up cat food.
5/07/2013
Ten Years
It's been over (just over) ten years since I have posted here. The only real reason, I'm posting here is I can't find my wordpress blog (sad, right?).
BUT, I don't know if anyone reads me here anymore, so I feel safer about writing about stuff (mostly school stuff -- not always about student, but more about academic stuff.
I'll still show up on twitter occasionally, but it's really a time suck for me.
BUT (again) if you're still our there, say "hi"!
*mwah* my original blog!!
BUT, I don't know if anyone reads me here anymore, so I feel safer about writing about stuff (mostly school stuff -- not always about student, but more about academic stuff.
I'll still show up on twitter occasionally, but it's really a time suck for me.
BUT (again) if you're still our there, say "hi"!
*mwah* my original blog!!
6/25/2003
Holy Cats!
I was so excited about getting cookies, that I completely forgot to mention the third anniversary to this wonderful man. We were married March 11, 2000.
A BIG smooch to you, sweetie! I love you!
I was so excited about getting cookies, that I completely forgot to mention the third anniversary to this wonderful man. We were married March 11, 2000.
A BIG smooch to you, sweetie! I love you!
6/11/2003
6/10/2003
6/08/2003
Garage Sale—End Game
Our total $402.00
We finished the garage sale yesterday. All of our big stuff is gone (our personal goal). A huge console TV (well-lovedscratched up by kitties), an ancient treadmill, a TV monitor (selling that was a bitch, luckily a kid knew what to do with it), a 17” computer monitor, a single-sized futon frame, a coffee table, several VCRs and CD players all sold for a fraction of their purchase price.
We couldn’t be happier to be rid of all of it.
It’s funny, the clothes mostly went the second day. And, no, no one wanted to try them on in the house. They just tried them on over their clothes. But, most of the clothes will be picked up by a local charity and donated.
On a similar note ….
I saw an old friend of mine (we went to high school and college together). As he was looking around, I was staring at him trying to determine if it was who I thought it was. Finally …
Me: Russell?
Him – looks at me, smiles: Well, Shelley!
a great hug ensues as my mom looks on in disbelief
Me: We went to school together. Mom looks visibly relieved.
I took a few minutes and caught up with what he’s up to.
I was too tired to write yesterday and today is “recovery” day. Smiling and dealing for two days wears me out. At least with retail, you get breaks, and you don’t have people asking, “What’ll ya take for it?” To which you reply, “Make me an offer.
Yeah, I know …
How much of a pottymouth are you?
Fuckin’ A, bubba.
Our total $402.00
We finished the garage sale yesterday. All of our big stuff is gone (our personal goal). A huge console TV (well-loved
We couldn’t be happier to be rid of all of it.
It’s funny, the clothes mostly went the second day. And, no, no one wanted to try them on in the house. They just tried them on over their clothes. But, most of the clothes will be picked up by a local charity and donated.
On a similar note ….
I saw an old friend of mine (we went to high school and college together). As he was looking around, I was staring at him trying to determine if it was who I thought it was. Finally …
Me: Russell?
Him – looks at me, smiles: Well, Shelley!
a great hug ensues as my mom looks on in disbelief
Me: We went to school together. Mom looks visibly relieved.
I took a few minutes and caught up with what he’s up to.
I was too tired to write yesterday and today is “recovery” day. Smiling and dealing for two days wears me out. At least with retail, you get breaks, and you don’t have people asking, “What’ll ya take for it?” To which you reply, “Make me an offer.
Yeah, I know …
How much of a pottymouth are you?
Fuckin’ A, bubba.
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