I could have sworn I wrote up a post urging everyone to watch A Discovery of Witches on either AMC or Sundance Now but I can’t find it. So here is a short poke in the ribs to watch this show. It is very well done. Although I do have to say that I wish the blue coat was shorter. I just think it is too long but that is me being fussy. You’ll see what I mean when you watch the first episode.
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I am so wound up I made myself a calm down jar. I was in Target, stress shopping because I had spent the morning figuring out how to obtain burial permits for my parents, and I found this little tub of glitter. And when I saw the glitter I remembered the stories I saw a few years ago about parents making glitter jars for their preteen daughters to help them pull themselves back from the emotional ledge they pretty much live on while in middle school.
“I should make one of those glitter things for Six,” I thought, getting my phone out and looking up how to do it. So I bought all the stuff, which was just a six pack of Voss water in plastic bottles and some glitter because I had water and corn syrup and dish soap at home.
Then I got home and emotionally and physically stalled out. I made a couple phone calls and figured out a couple things and then I just sat on the couch and stared into space. From the outside, this does not look like ‘wound up’ but for me it is. When I fall silent and still I am either sick, thinking or overwhelmed. Today I was overwhelmed. And when I become overwhelmed my mind goes in eight different directions and drowns me in comments, questions and concerns.
And then I remembered the glitter jar (I was berating myself for spending money at Target and missing my window to talk to a government office that is open for seemingly 20 minutes eastern standard time).
“Six doesn’t need a goddamn glitter jar, I DO!” I yelled at no one since I was home alone.
So I got off the couch and made a glitter jar. It’s actually a plastic water bottle and I didn’t follow the directions (per usual) I just stood in the kitchen dumping shit in and out of the bottle until all the glitter swirled around for awhile then gently fell to earth.
I am going to make a shitload of these things! I am going to put one in my car, next to my bed, in the kitchen and I will even make one for Six because he will think it is fun. Forget emotional support animals, every adult I know needs one of these. As we all hopefully know, telling someone to calm down is guaranteed to wind them up. And I am telling you right now that shaking this little bottle at me would be a huge mistake. Also, there is no certainty I won’t end up throwing one of these things out a car window at some point. All that being said, better to try and fail than go quietly crazy on the couch.
I’m off to make five more of these things. Here’s the link I used in Target to get started. I did not boil the water which means it is possible that at some point gross things will begin to grow in my bottle but by then I will probably have lost all of them so no harm, no foul.
I made more soup! And this one is very good. Corn and Chicken Sausage Chowder is another frankenrecipe. I really need to start following recipes again because it is a lot of work to write out your own recipes with ingredients and directions. Here are my directions: peel, cut, boil, stir, try not to burn yourself. Just kidding, I’ll write better ones below. Read more
It is a tradition in my family to move a fully decorated Christmas tree. Most every woman in my family has done it once (I think my aunt Wanda did it twice but that is because she has moved over 50 times.)
I’m sure if you spend a few minutes thinking about it, you too will come up with some similarly deranged holiday tradition your family engages in.Read more
Swag! It used to be the only swag I liked was a free pen. Everything else irritated me. I received two shopping totes in one day last week and donated both of them. I look dumb in baseball hats because (through no fault of my own) I have a big head and I look like that kid in the Hey Arnold! cartoons when I wear them. Tshirts? Not unless they are low necked and dark colored. And there should be a law banning me from wearing polo shirts. Polypropylene tote bags, flash drives, stress balls? Nope. Nope. Nope.
So when we talked about things to put our logo on, I was stumped. Read more
This may seem weird, but one of the things I’ve been looking forward to most about starting a business with Aileen, is attending conferences. I love conferences, at least small, relatively obscure ones. Not massive gatherings. I don’t like crowds, or lines. It’s an opportunity for a diverse group of people, with a common interest to come together and learn from one another. When Aileen was writing romance a few years back, I would go to conferences with her. I don’t write and I don’t particularly like or read romance novels, but I LOVED going to those conferences. I would sit in on sessions that I knew nothing about and just listen. Read more
We went to a conference! In Las Vegas! And we were in bed by 7:30PM but that is because fun places are generally wasted on us. That being said, we got a lot out of the conference. And when I say we got a lot out of it, I mean it because aside from a few goofy mom jokes and links to the post where I complained about my bras never fitting (I may have talked someone into starting a company that makes 3D printed bras) no one learned a thing from us. We are so new to this. But that is the great thing about conferences, people show up to share their knowledge and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Felicia and I split up so we could go to twice as many workshops. This was difficult for us since when we are with a mile of each other we want to be right next to each other but we adulted and went our separate ways.
I learned the basics of how to make videos using smartphones from the knowledgeable and very patient Cielo de la Paz. Cielo taught half a dozen adults with half a dozen different requirements how to feel confident enough to begin using their smartphones to make videos. And she did it in about 45 minutes. If you are interested in making videos with your smartphone, head on over to her webpage The Storyographist and get to learning.
I then sat down with AK and Diamond. What absolute dumb luck that I decided to attend their session. I learned more about blogging in that hour than I have learned in the past 6 months or so of floundering around on my own. After years of fashion blogging, AK and Diamond decided they had more to say. They wanted to continue talking about fashion but they were done being limited by that niche. Most blogging advice begins with “find your niche.” AK and Diamond knew enough and had enough faith in their abilities to ignore that and go their own way. They are the first to begin nicheless blogging. They talk about what they want, when they want. It is their page, they pay for it, they do all the work to keep it alive and thriving and they decide what they will talk about. Being over 40, there was something about their idea that rang a familiar bell. Nicheless blogging seemed to be a new take on a tired idea. AK and Diamond seem to have developed an online newspaper. No need to skip from blog to blog to get a variety of topics. Just Bloggers: No Explanations is one page with many topics to choose from. And if that isn’t enough, they have an outstanding ecourse about nicheless blogging as well as many genuinely useful posts about getting starting and keeping going as a blogger. There’s a lot of useless crap out there about blogging. These women are not going to waste your time. If you have been thinking about blogging, this post is an excellent place to start.
Next week Felicia will talk about the people she met and then it will be like you were there! Except you didn’t drink as much as we did or go to bed at such an embarrassingly early hour.
I have big boobs. This is not bragging. One boob is bigger than the other boob and therefore neither boob is ever happy in the bras I buy for them.
I get fitted at fancy places and buy a bra for over a hundred dollars. One of the boobs is unhappy. I order four bras, none of them costing more than 25 dollars, both of the boobs are unhappy. I get fitted at a more reasonably priced place, buy a bra for 40 dollars and end up with this weird full coverage bra that doesn’t work because the front rises up when I sit down and my bra shows above the V neck shirt or dress I am wearing. AND one boob is unhappy. Read more