Okay, so on Friday, I decided I would stay updating this blog, and two others, one for weight loss and for school. This morning, I actually remembered I needed to update this blog. Yay for me!
Not a lot has really happened since Friday but I've decided that I will start telling the story of my 27 month journey through temporary insanity. Otherwise known as: The Time I Lost My Mind and Moved To Oklahoma. Not today though. I'll start that story next week. This week, I wanted to update on what I'm planning to write in future updates. Try saying that three times fast. Okay, not really it was way more of a challenge in my brain to write that sentence than to say it out loud.
Changing the subject now.
July 20th, my sister and her husband came through my mountain town on their way to Vegas. We decided to meet up and have breakfast at Denny's. It was about 6:30 when Music Man and I picked up my grandma and took her with us. The Grumpy Old Man, (aka technically my stepfather, but I've called him Dad for years) and Miss Goofy had gone ahead of us and gotten a table for the seven of us. We were all pretty excited.
Shortly before 7, Sissy (in some adorable shoes, by the way) and her hubby, insert clever nickname here, arrived. We ate and chatted all of us excited to get to see each other as it had been quite a while since Sissy had been able to see Grandma and The Grumpy Old Man. Grandma laughed a lot and was quite happy to see everyone. Sissy giggled with me, Grandma and Miss Goofy. Fun was had by all.
That got us thinking though and we made a decision and vow to start having Grandma over for breakfast on weekends. Just a fun way to have her over so she gets out of the house for a bit and we get to check on her and see how she's doing. She's come over 2 weekends now. The first weekend after Sissy's visit we were busy and didn't have a chance to have her over. Weekend before last, Miss Goofy and I spent all day Saturday cooking and weren't up to making breakfast on Sunday. So twice we've had her over and plan to have her over this weekend too. I'll try to remember to take some pictures.
I love the fact that she's just five or six houses down from me. She takes a walk nearly everyday and at least once a week, she walks up to my house just to check in and say hi. I love that she's close enough to do that. It makes my heart so happy. She is a treasure and one I don't think I properly appreciated until I was 1400 miles away. I missed her greatly and I'm extremely thankful I'm back home where I can spend time with her.
I know there's lots more news but this post is getting a bit long and I frankly, I have schoolwork to do.
More updates next week, including The Time I Lost My Mind and Moved To Oklahoma, part 1.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
NaNoWriMo and My Story
I had a lot happen in my childhood. Don't worry this isn't a crying session, this is a post about healing.
After my dad passed away, I was terrified. Who was going to protect me from the world? My strong Daddy was gone and I was left all alone. Okay, I had my mom, who was incredibly strong. And my sister, who I love dearly cause she's always supporting me. And my grandparents, who have always loved me unconditionally. So there were a lot of people who would protect me. At nearly 13 I couldn't really see that though.
I started having problems with school attendance in 2nd grade. Not a story I'm going to get into here, but it did start way before my dad passed, with time it only got worse.
At 13, I remember my mom driving me to school and parking. I remember taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. I remember walking to the front of the car and not being able to force myself to cross the street to go to school. I remember feeling panicked and like if I didn't go back home, something awful would happen. I remember being so afraid to leave the house, I couldn't walk out the door.
It's gotten worse over the years. I try so hard to get out and do things. Some days it's easy and like nothing bad ever happened. Some days though, it's like just stepping outside to check to see if it's hot is more than I can handle. I don't know why this happens or when it's going to, I just know some days, I can't go anywhere.
The more time I have to prepare for an event, the worse I get. That's why I'm sharing this now.
NaNoWriMo takes place in November. NaNoWriMo is an acronym for National Novel Writing Month. You spend the month of November writing a novel or 50,000 words. It's something I'd wanted to participate in for several years. Last November I did. Not only did I participate, I was a winner. I wrote more than 50,000 words in the month of November. It was hard work. It required a lot of time and thought. It was one of the most rewarding moments of my life when I hit the 50,000 word mark.
Recently, I got an email inviting me to participate in a fundraising event for the non-profit that puts on NaNoWriMo. All the money raised from this event goes to The Office of Letters and Light, the parent non-profit that does NaNoWriMo. This is a great non-profit that helps bring writing programs to schools and to adults. It's making a huge difference in my life as it has in many other people's lives.
I'm raising $350 so that I can go in November to San Francisco for a six hour writing event. Last year there were over 200 people who went. There are panels with published authors and publishers. There's food and drinks. There's raffle prizes. But most of all there's people. Lots of people. It's a wonderful networking opportunity but again, lots of people.
I'm terrified. I can do this, I know I can. But it's going to take a lot of strength to go to this event. I have a good support system and am very blessed. Yet still terrified.
This is the link to donate if you have the ability: Send Micki to The City.
If you can't donate money, but want to encourage me, go ahead and leave me a message in the comments.
Thanks for all the support!
After my dad passed away, I was terrified. Who was going to protect me from the world? My strong Daddy was gone and I was left all alone. Okay, I had my mom, who was incredibly strong. And my sister, who I love dearly cause she's always supporting me. And my grandparents, who have always loved me unconditionally. So there were a lot of people who would protect me. At nearly 13 I couldn't really see that though.
I started having problems with school attendance in 2nd grade. Not a story I'm going to get into here, but it did start way before my dad passed, with time it only got worse.
At 13, I remember my mom driving me to school and parking. I remember taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. I remember walking to the front of the car and not being able to force myself to cross the street to go to school. I remember feeling panicked and like if I didn't go back home, something awful would happen. I remember being so afraid to leave the house, I couldn't walk out the door.
It's gotten worse over the years. I try so hard to get out and do things. Some days it's easy and like nothing bad ever happened. Some days though, it's like just stepping outside to check to see if it's hot is more than I can handle. I don't know why this happens or when it's going to, I just know some days, I can't go anywhere.
The more time I have to prepare for an event, the worse I get. That's why I'm sharing this now.
NaNoWriMo takes place in November. NaNoWriMo is an acronym for National Novel Writing Month. You spend the month of November writing a novel or 50,000 words. It's something I'd wanted to participate in for several years. Last November I did. Not only did I participate, I was a winner. I wrote more than 50,000 words in the month of November. It was hard work. It required a lot of time and thought. It was one of the most rewarding moments of my life when I hit the 50,000 word mark.
Recently, I got an email inviting me to participate in a fundraising event for the non-profit that puts on NaNoWriMo. All the money raised from this event goes to The Office of Letters and Light, the parent non-profit that does NaNoWriMo. This is a great non-profit that helps bring writing programs to schools and to adults. It's making a huge difference in my life as it has in many other people's lives.
I'm raising $350 so that I can go in November to San Francisco for a six hour writing event. Last year there were over 200 people who went. There are panels with published authors and publishers. There's food and drinks. There's raffle prizes. But most of all there's people. Lots of people. It's a wonderful networking opportunity but again, lots of people.
I'm terrified. I can do this, I know I can. But it's going to take a lot of strength to go to this event. I have a good support system and am very blessed. Yet still terrified.
This is the link to donate if you have the ability: Send Micki to The City.
If you can't donate money, but want to encourage me, go ahead and leave me a message in the comments.
Thanks for all the support!
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