You know how “they” say that you’ve got to love yourself? That it’s key to making positive changes in your life? Yeah, I’ve always thought that was a load of hooey. After all, if you love yourself as you are, where’s the motivation for change? I’ve always gone the self-loathing route. Hate myself till, despite the despair and misery, I somehow find the energy to change.
Well, I did that for a couple decades and it[...]
Archive for February, 2010
Oh. My.
Teething baby at 6am.
First post-baby period started.
Voice just a painful froggy remnant of its former self.
Nasty stuffed up sinuses.
Girls up at 6:30am.
A sick Emma staying home from school.
New plotlines and characters bouncing around in my head demanding to be written.
Too many demands.
HOWEVER…
Making pancakes for Becca as a promised reward for using the potty right before bed (woot!).
Claira has been marginally happy.
Weight is down again to 204.6 despite evening snacks last night and despite first day of period.
Girls have[...]
And it came to pass in the year of the Vancouver hosted Olympics, that a certain woman of great size did decide to reduce herself. Yea, even to bring about the removal of five and fifty pounds from her beleagured frame.
Her efforts were valiant, if sometimes misguided, and marvelous was her progress. Pop, she did shun. Potato chips she did shun. Yea, even the sweet succulence of scrumptious cookies did she shun.
But then cameth the cream[...]
Apologies if yours doesn’t and this makes you feel bad. But sometimes, a mommy just HAS to brag it up.
That is all.
Some days, it is enough just to get out of bed and land on my feet instead of my knees. To shower. To dress. To make breakfast from the fridge instead of the cupboards. To move rather than slouch on the couch.
Some days, it is enough just to live. Some days, that’s all I have in me. Back to square one. No frills or gimmicks. No extras. No going[...]
I haven’t written the intro yet but my work in progress is all about choices. You, the reader, get to make them. It’s rough. I haven’t included much description yet (I was having too much fun with the dialogue) and I think it’s missing a scene or two, but here is chapter one…
Choices
Dear Tailgater in the Black SUV,
I don’t do the road rage thing. It’s my low pain threshold I think. White knuckled clenching of the steering wheel hurts and I am all for avoiding pain.
So I pity you. Or maybe just your knuckles because you? Are a jerk.
Tailgating someone for miles and then swerving out past them at the first opportunity with a certain finger raised doesn’t really entitle you to pity. If it weren’t for[...]
This might become a regular thing here at Temporary? Insanity OR I might be so embarrasssed that I never share my work ever again.
In other words, be nice in your comments please or I will accuse you of KILLING my dream.
Ahem.
Random Scene That Popped Into Kim’s Head With Many Missing Bits That Will Be Filled in Later (there are no actual characters as yet – the sound was on but the picture was fuzzy):
Student: “I have an intrinsic understanding of[...]
Once upon a time ago I worked at a furniture store. Getting the job was something of a miracle, as I was painfully shy at that point in my life and my job searching tactics included 1) Constantly rewriting my resume and 2) Never giving it to anyone. I pretty much sat around draining my limited scholarship money at an alarming rate (mostly I spent it on clothes that I shrunk in the wash a week later –[...]
Today was frustrating. I took Becca’s diapers away. Again. She peed in her panties repeatedly. Again. She seemed to be unaware and unperturbed by the fact. Again. I resisted the urge to remove the positive incentive/positive reinforcement system and threaten her sweet four year old self with all manner of horrors if she didn’t put her pee in the potty already. Again.
Again.
It gets a bit wearing.
And then I had an epiphany. [...]
