My Rambling Autobiography: Part II

 Posted by on Monday, August 06, 2012 at 03:30 pm  Me, Scribbles, Thoughts
Aug 062012
 
Judging You

Well, I’ve done this before, but I’ve been meaning to come back and have another go at it.  Like before, if it’s in block quotes (like this first section) then it’s not part of the ramble and was added after the fact.  Enjoy!

I only enjoy the company of a few select people.  I can tolerate others and even enjoy time with other people, but willingly seeking out someone’s company is a rare occurrence for me.  I work in a very social environment and should be able to handle people better, but I’m a decent actress, I guess.  I think I’m mean, but most people disagree with me.  Probably because they can’t see what’s going on in my head.  If you tell me something, I judge you.  I judge everything.  I may not judge you the way you would expect me to judge you, but I do judge you.  Oh, you did something stupid?  Well, it could have been worse and I bet you learned something, good job.  Not sarcastic.  Oh, you did something “safe,”  you’re an idiot for more reasons than I can count.  No, not everything “safe” get’s judged as idiotic, but you don’t learn much from safe, do you?

Judging You

Judging You

On the other hand, I do a lot of things just because they’re safe.  For example, I don’t taunt serial killers.  Well, not often.  But I don’t do something only because it’s safe.  I like stability, structure, regularity, and quiet.  My husband is obscene, loud, obnoxious, a bad influence, and too many wonderful things to list!  I love him for everything he is – including his bad qualities.  I’m compulsive, obsessive, impulsive, and dysfunctional, but I tend to keep it mostly to myself.  I don’t hide who I am behind anything, I just keep my own problems to myself.

I don’t like to share anything, but I usually offer because of social necessity.  If I do something, I usually have a reason, no matter how miniscule.  I believe that there’s a reason for everything, but not in a religious sense.  There is no god, but everything that happens is because someone caused it.  It may be intentional, it may not be, but it’s caused by someone and there is an outcome that will have to be dealt with.

My cats recognize the word treat, and if you ask them if they want one, they go sit in the kitchen near their treat bucket and wait for me.  Leeroy will try to steal them out of the bucket and my hand.  Lissie will wait near the hall until you toss them to her.  Casper will wait until you toss them out for the other cats and then rub against you for his small pile of treats.  My cats are a large part of my life and their moods, actions, and attitudes will shape my day.  We recently got a few reptiles – a Tokay gecko called Ted and a Ball Python called Cruella.  The cats are fascinated with them, therefor I’m fascinated as well.  When Jaime has a full cage of crickets for Ted, I am lulled to sleep by their music.

I keep getting interrupted (Jaime and cats) so I’m going to call it quits for now and do part three another day.

My Social Relationships – A Short Story

 Posted by on Monday, May 21, 2012 at 09:38 pm  Me, Scribbles
May 212012
 
Social Wars

A lot of people seem to think I’m hanging out with Facebook a lot because he makes it look like we talk a lot (statuses, pictures, links, etc…) – and at least once a day if not more often.  (Click that Facebook icon in the right sidebar if you’re curious.)  In reality, though, he and I don’t chill that often.  I may talk to him once every other day or so – usually through his app.  Why?  Well, here’s our story…

Once, ages ago, Facebook and I had a thing going on.  Nothing too serious, but we were fairly exclusive.  We weren’t in love, though.  At least I wasn’t!  I mean come on!  He was just too jealous.  He was even jealous of my best friend Twitter (She’s that cute chick over there keeping Facebook from attacking my main man!) to the point of trying to be just like her “but better” he said.

You see, I love GooglePlus.  G+ was that new kid in school, and when he walked in the door I just fell in love.  (See that handsome icon shown first in the sidebar.  Yeah, that’s my man!)  I dropped Facebook like a hot potato and even kicked my best friend off to the side so that I could spend all my time with G+!  But, kids being the way they are, not everyone liked G+ – he’s just too sexy, you know?  Not everyone was willing to give him a try or even the time of day!

Oh, sure, they love his family’s business and all the cool stuff they can get from Google, but this new studmuffin not so much.  So in order to still keep some of my friends, I had to keep hanging out with my ex – Facebook.  You know how that goes.  It’s kind of a love-hate relationship.  Sometimes I think we’re at that point where we can be friends, and then he just goes crazy and sends me an ton of crazy emails that he knows I don’t want!  Or passes on a message from my stalker.  Or something just downright psychotic!

I don’t know what to do with him.  I want to keep him as a friend – there’s just so much history – but at the same time, he’s really cramping my new relationship with G+.  Like, I have to send almost all of my messages to Facebook through G+ because I’m worried that Facebook is going to get too attached again, or get the wrong message or something.  Sure, I email him pictures of the cats and other random stuff, but that’s just common courtesy.  Even my bestie Twitter (who totally forgave me for ditching her when G+ first showed up) gets those pictures!  Seriously.  I send it to them both (and G+’s friend Picasa) at the same time so that he doesn’t think he’s still got a chance or anything!

Social Wars

Facebook is always trying to beat up on G+ for some reason. And Twitter stands on the sidelines cheering for Facebook. (I think she kind of crushes on him - and she can have him!)

Honestly, I probably wouldn’t talk to him anymore if it weren’t for our mutual friends, you know?  I mean, we have a LOT of friends in common.  And almost all of them like him better than G+.  I know G+ is kind of intimidating and all – he comes from a good family, he’s well spoken, has sophisticated interests and all, but he’s still just a regular guy when you get beneath the surface.  I don’t get why more of my friends can’t see that.  :-(

Because they don’t like G+ for some weird reason, though, I try to deal with Facebook.  They’ll all be talking about something cool and I’ll join in, but then he starts acting like we’re dating again or something and tells me everything that everyone has said in the past two days all at once and it just gets weird again.

And then the people who just kind of know us but don’t really know what’s going on get all mean and stuff.  It’s like “why are you messing around with Facebook’s feelings” and “you need to choose, you can’t go back and forth.”  Like really?  You don’t even know me and you’re going to tell me what to do?  Come on!  I’m not going to drop all my friends just because they don’t like my new boyfriend, but I’m not going to pretend that G+ isn’t my one and only!

Sometimes you just have to suck it up and deal with your ex so that you can see your friends – no matter how painful it is.  Although, it would be nice if my friends could learn to accept G+ to make things a little easier on my heart.  And, you know, so Facebook can’t play on everyone’s sympathy by lying and saying that I’m leading him on or toying with emotions or anything like that.  Because I am so not doing that!  Like, I swear!

My Rambling Autobiography

 Posted by on Wednesday, November 09, 2011 at 07:00 pm  Me, Scribbles, Thoughts
Nov 092011
 
Rambling Thoughts

Inspired by the few I’ve discovered through various means, I’ve chosen to do my own rambling autobiography.  Be scared…  Also, if it’s in block quotes, it isn’t part of this writing exercise.

I was born April 12, 1984.  I’ve never stayed too long away from my family.  I moved to Texas when I was in middle school and again for a year after college, but I always came back.  I married my high school love New Year’s Day of 2011.  I love taking pictures.  My cats are my children.  My niece is second favorite person.  The first favorite is my husband, naturally.  I can’t cook without a recipe.  I remember characters in books better than people I’ve known my entire life.  Jaime let me have one of the rooms in the house as a library in exchange for me letting him have the other as a playroom/office.  I sleep best on the floor in my library surrounded by my books.

I love visiting the library, but since I’ve gotten my nook I haven’t gone nearly as often as I would like.  I enjoy music, but I don’t care one bit about the people who sing/play it.  I’m an Atheist, but religions intrigue me.  I enjoy reading some Christian fiction because I find it funny.  I recently discovered that there is a genre of Christian romance books – I haven’t read any yet, but I will.  Romance books turn me off.  Historical romance books make me giggle.  I love reading about history.  I keep a list of soon-to-be-released books on my expo board with their release dates so I don’t forget them.  Goodreads is quickly becoming my most visited site.  I’m a hardcore GoogleGirl, but I can’t tell you the name of their CEO; I just use and love their products.

I follow Randall Milholland on Twitter because I love his comic and he constantly makes me laugh.  I sometimes abuse Twitter, but I enjoy updating when I have the ability.  I work at Cabela’s and actually enjoy my job and the people with whom I work.  I hate needing to work.  I’m fluffy because I prefer reading to moving.  Without the internet, I would be even more boring than I am.  I’m okay with being boring.  Pop music is pleasing to me even if I’m “too old” for it.  I still listen to boybands and all the music I listened to when I was younger.  My music library is completely formatted at 128kbps in the AAC format and I’m a little disappointed in myself for doing that.  My iPod Classic and iTunes are the only Apple products I like.

If I could find an open source alternative to iTunes that would manage my music files as well as iTune does then I would switch in a heartbeat.  I use iGain to normalize my music files.  I use Calibre to organize, manage, and convert (if necessary) my ebooks and I also use it to push the ebooks to my nook.  My nook is the one item that I always have with me.  I read more than ever now that I have an ereader.  I still insist on DTEs of books I enjoyed, but ebooks are perfectly acceptable for all books, especially the books I didn’t like so much that I’ll reread them regularly.  My family has always picked on me for reading so much, but not in a mean way.  They just know that all presents given or received will be book related.

I get my love of reading most obviously from my grandmother – we’re constantly sharing books.  My mom used to read to me when I was younger.  My parents always made sure I had books available to me.  My dad got rid of all my Goosebumps, Babysitters’ Club, Great Illustrated Classics, Box Car Children, and a few other sets one year at a garage sale.  I didn’t find out until all that was left were a few of my V. C. Andrews’ books.  I broke down in tears.  I have a large collection of Golden Books and a moderate collection of other children’s books and movies for when I have kids.  I use Book Collector and Movie Collector (from Collectorz) to manage and catalog my DVD and DTE book collections.  My library is finally organized the way I like it.  At this point in time, I have only come across one series of books that I feel should be burned, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

Rambling Thoughts

Rambling Thoughts

If I’m at my computer, I’m either listening to music or watching something on netflix.  If I’m writing a book review, I like to listen to classical music or movie scores.  When I play Pottermore, I listen to the Harry Potter soundtracks.  I do not own any of the Harry Potter movies.  I didn’t buy any of the Harry Potter books until they were available in the trunk box set.  Ditto for Percy Jackson.  The Twilight books were all out by the time my grandmother told me I needed to read them, so I bought a boxed set when I got them.  Jaime started buying me the collector’s edition Twilight books, and now that the last one is out, I’m going to get rid of the box set.  I have a small rock that I keep on my bookshelf near the Twilight books to help illustrate my defense against sparkly vampires.

Jaime thinks I like Twilight a lot more than I actually do, and that’s okay with me.  I only have one Willow Tree figurine, Promise, and it was bought on our honeymoon.  Jaime is the only guy who has ever bought me real jewelry, and he started in high school with a beautiful crucifix for my 16th birthday.  I still have and occasionally wear the crucifix in spite of my lack of belief.  I can’t remember ever believing in a god; my theory is that my parents did a horrible job of explaining the difference between God and Santa.  I still have the deep belief that the Easter Bunny is real even though I know the trick my parents used to get me to believe when I was younger.  My birthday has fallen on Easter Sunday twice so far in 1998 and 2009; it will happen again in 2020.  Right now, all I can think about are bookends – I need 30 of them.

I’ve recently discovered a love for graphic novels.  I have two sets of the “Chronicles of Narnia,” neither are movie-cover tie-ins, both are numbered differently from the publisher, and I’ve read each set several times.  I have more pictures of my cats and niece than almost anyone or anything else.  I still have stuffed animals from when I was a baby.  I have two stuffed dragons (one blue, one red) hanging from the ceiling in my library that Jaime bought me last year.  I can’t imagine how I would get off-track during a “rambling autobiography,” but I still feel as though I’ve done this wrong because it’s longer than any of the others I’ve seen.

I’m thinking that I should have gone to Jaime’s room to type this.  My life does, to some extent, revolve around books and reading, but typing my thoughts while surrounded by my books certainly emphasized that.  Well, I can’t see how it could remain the way it’s supposed to if I go back and edit it, so I’m leaving it as is.

Write your own rambling autobiography and leave me a link to read it!  For that matter, type it in the comments!  I’m really curious to see how others will do this little activity.  Just start typing about yourself and see where your thoughts take you.  :-)

By the way, I have a playlist of songs that have never been played after being added to my library that I leave playing so that the songs scrobble to Lastfm.  I also have a playlist of songs that have been played fewer than three times that I often play while working at my computer to insure that I listen to every song at least twice.  I use my mom’s and brother’s computers to back-up both my ebook library and my music library.  My mom recently gave me a simple recipe for baking chicken and I’m planning to use it for the second time tonight.  Jaime and I often eat the same meal a few days in a row when I cook so I can get more practice.  Hormel makes microwavable roasts that are fantastic!

I use Microsoft Paint on a regular basis even though I have PhotoShop and PaintShop.  I really like eating chicken.  The only thing better than chicken is turkey.  My favorite meal, though, is meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots and peas.  I really love sweet iced tea.  I have a cup full at my hand and another pitcher steeping right now.  The paragraph spacing in this post was done mostly to help make it easier to read, not to separate ideas.  Writing is something I would love to do, but my plot ideas tend to fizzle out because I either over-simplify or over-complicate them.  I considered participating in NaNoWriMo this year, but forgot about it until after the start of the month and decided against starting late.

I will definitely participate next year.  I participate in the Alzheimer’s Walk to Remember in Baton Rouge every year along with my family in memory of Honey, my grandfather.  Certain people in my family drive me bananas!  Other people in my family are counted among my best friends even though I don’t actually talk to them as often as I would like.  I’m horrible when it comes to keeping in touch with someone.  I had an internet penpal once, but forgot to check my email for a few weeks and was too embarrassed to email them back after ignoring them for so long.  I interact more with strangers online than with people I know in real life.  I prefer pixels to people.  I prefer penguins to dogs.  I’m a cat person.

I was going to continue typing until I realized the time.  I need to throw some chicken in the oven, clean the litter box, and sweep up a bit before Jaime gets home.  Enjoy this incredibly long rambling autobiography brought to you by yours truly.  ^_^

“There Was a Child Went Forth”

 Posted by on Monday, September 13, 2010 at 02:51 pm  Me, Scribbles
Sep 132010
 

When I was in middle school, I was in TAG Reading and English classes.  TAG was what the “talented and gifted” program was called.  I had the same teacher for three years and I was lucky because Mrs. Braud was awesome.  :-)

At the end of our eighth grade year, she made us little photo albums with pictures from all three years.  At the beginning of mine (and I’m assuming everyone else’s) was a poem that we had to write once.  It was based off of Walt Whitman’s poem “There Was a Child Went Forth.”  We used a slight variation of the first verse to start our poem, then we added our own verses, and concluded our poem with Whitman’s last line.

This is my version:

There was a child went forth every day, and every object she look’d upon, that object she became.
And that object became part of her for the day or a certain part of the day, or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The book and poems that were read to her,
And the flowers of springs mixed with suns of summers,
And many winds of fall and winter all became a part of that child.

The wasps and bees and lizards and snakes,
And the cookie-snowmen all became a part of that child.
The nice, hot meals enjoyed with family,
The snacks and junk and “child play” and then at last, adult treatment.
These became a part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.

I’m fairly positive, based on the year that she included with my poem, that we wrote these towards the end of our eighth grade year specifically for these photo albums.  If that’s the case, then it was written in 1998, probably around spring, right before then end of the 1997-’98 school year.

For those who would prefer to read the original poem instead of my poor knock-off, it is in the public domain and available from Project Gutenberg.  So, here it is:

There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs and the sow’s pink-faint litter, and the mare’s foal and the cow’s calf,
And the noisy brood of the barnyard or by the mire of the pond-side,
And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there, and the beautiful curious liquid,
And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part of him.

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him,
Winter-grain sprouts and those of the light-yellow corn, and the esculent roots of the garden,
And the apple-trees cover’d with blossoms and the fruit afterward, and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road,
And the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the tavern whence he had lately risen,
And the schoolmistress that pass’d on her way to the school,
And the friendly boys that pass’d, and the quarrelsome boys,
And the tidy and fresh-cheek’d girls, and the barefoot negro boy and girl,
And all the changes of city and country wherever he went.

His own parents, he that had father’d him and she that had conceiv’d him in her womb and birth’d him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that,
They gave him afterward every day, they became part of him.

The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table,
The mother with mild words, clean her cap and gown, a wholesome odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by,
The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger’d, unjust,
The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,
The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture, the yearning and swelling heart,
Affection that will not be gainsay’d, the sense of what is real, the thought if after all it should prove unreal,
The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time, the curious whether and how,
Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are not flashes and specks what are they?
The streets themselves and the facades of houses, and goods in the windows,
Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank’d wharves, the huge crossing at the ferries,
The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between,
Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white or brown two miles off,
The schooner near by sleepily dropping down the tide, the little boat slack-tow’d astern,
The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,
The strata of color’d clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud,
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.

The Protector and the Slug

 Posted by on Friday, August 27, 2010 at 03:31 pm  Fairy Tale, Scribbles
Aug 272010
 

Before the Protector came to his Princess, he was unwillingly linked to the Slug.

His life was not his own and he had no say over how he spent most of his time.  The Slug enjoyed making his life miserable and did so every chance she got.

At one point, the Slug had believed herself to be in love with the Protector.  She managed to cast a spell to overcome his love for his Princess and bound him to her in every way she could.

Over time, the spell weakened.  The Slug forgot to strengthen the spell and the Protector began to regain control over his heart.  As he regained control, he tried in vain to sever all ties with the Slug.  That was easier said than done for, in spite of her recent lack of care for the spell, her original work had laid a very strong foundation that was proving difficult to break.

The Protector began expressing his own thoughts and opinions about the Slug’s actions both to her and to others.  He made it well known that what he desired most was to be free of her.

The Slug was the first to know that he wished for their bonds to be dissolved.  However, being unused to losing something that she claimed as her own, she made his attempts to free himself as difficult as she could and refused to acknowledge his requests of cooperation.

Finally, the Slug tried imprisoning him.  The Protector went into a rage and demolished the dungeon and, in doing so, broke what was left of the enchantments the Slug had cast.

The Protector left the Slug’s lands that night, never to return.  His first thought was of his Princess and returning to her side to keep her safe, as was his duty.

His Princess, confused at his sudden arrival and his unkempt appearance, for he had traveled without stop to her presence, welcomed him with open arms.  She proclaimed to her kingdom that his word was equal to hers and the two of them ushered in the Era of Love.