Well, it’s Wednesday…

…but I’ve got nothing. It was a long and uneventful day.

I’ve been watching a lot of TED talks recently, and I ran across this one about the lessons Jia Jang learned from a hundred days of rejection. I thought it was really cool, and maybe even worth trying myself. At any rate, it gave me a nice little boost of confidence to start submitting things again.

Well, that and a friend who badgered me (good-naturedly, of course) into entering some poems in the James Hearst Poetry Prize, which closed the 15th. I can’t wait to hear back regarding my submission, regardless of what, exactly, it is that I hear back. I mean, obviously I’d like to win, but I’d really just like an end to the suspense.

So there’s that.

What are you all up to lately? Any wrimos out there winning Nano? Tell me your stories below!

(c) 2019. All rights reserved.

Stuck on Saturday

One of the worst parts of having migraines is how much they take from you. It’s not just during a migraine that I have problems, see. The aftermath of a migraine is almost as bad; I don’t know of an adequate way to describe the fatigue that comes after the pain. I feel completely drained.

That’s where I’m at today.

I have no energy, no motivation to do anything other than stay in bed and sleep. But I had to get up and take my kids to have breakfast with Santa this morning, so I put on my big girl panties and crawled out of bed. And breakfast seemed to help a little; we had pancakes and sausage and eggs and juice, and it’s been a long time since pancakes have tasted as good as they did this morning. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t responsible for cooking and clean-up. 😀

When we got home, there was much adulting to do. I really don’t like adulting, but I’m sure no one else does, either. I sucked it up and managed to give myself the two shots of migraine medicine, which I was rather proud of myself for. But then I got a little dizzy, and a lot warm, and I decided the best thing to do was just lie down for a bit. I had told Seymour I would maybe need his help, but he wasn’t feeling well, either, and I didn’t want to be a pest, so I did it myself. He thought I’d been in the bathroom, so he hollered from the living room and asked if I was ever coming out so we could play cards with the kids.

When I finally emerged, I told him what was up.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?” he asked.

I know he’d have willingly gotten up to help me, but what can I say? Sometimes I’m stubborn.

At any rate, after all that excitement, I found myself somewhat stuck on what to post today. I was going to post another meme, but maybe that can wait for tomorrow.

How was your Saturday?

(c) 2019. All rights reserved.

Migraines are the worst

I know I whine about migraines a lot, but I seem to be suffering from them more often than normal lately, and I’m not sure why. The last couple of weeks in particular have been pretty rough, and today is no different.

It was so bad today at work that my boss told me I could leave if I needed to. Evidently I must have looked pretty bad. Lord knows I felt pretty bad. But if I’d gone home, I’d have had to pick up my kids from daycare, and let’s face it – migraines + noisy kids = very bad things.

A friend from college asked me about migraines once and, when I finished telling him what mine were like, he said, “Wow. You’re certainly a writer…”

Why, thank you. Thank you very much. 😀

This is how I described them:

Mood

Apparently, I’m in a mood. That’s what I was told, anyway.

Never mind that I’m exhausted, both physically and mentally. Never mind that I’m looking ahead at our calendar and wondering how I’m going to make it through the next two months. (Never mind that I think the same thing every year. Never mind that the answer is always By the skin of our teeth.)

Because I’m in a mood, so the problem is clearly mine. No one else’s. There couldn’t possibly be any one of a number of reasons for why I’m quiet, why I’m tired, why I don’t feel like peopling.

Never mind all that. Just fix it. Suck it up, buttercup.

Hide your crazy and start acting like a lady.

This lady is going to bed. Because it’s far too peopley out there, and apparently, I’m in a mood.

(c) 2019. All rights reserved.

Traffic jams

Last night, I encountered a Midwestern traffic jam. I suppose the phenomenon is not particularly unique to the Midwest – I’m sure if you’re from a rural community, you’ll know what I mean. I try to be patient when I encounter farm equipment on the road because it’s not the farmer’s fault the tractor (or combine, in this case) only goes 20 miles an hour. They’re just doing their jobs, after all, and it’s a very important job. We need farmers.

Besides, it doesn’t do any good to get all worked up about it – it won’t make them go any faster.

But last night…

Finally Friday!

Woo! We made it! Yay us!

And on that note, here’s a really terrible joke that made me laugh entirely too much:

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, and I hope you all have a great weekend! What fun things will you do?

(c) 2019. All rights reserved.