tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62791812024-03-14T03:07:55.745-04:00OublietteMessages scratched in the dungeon wall...Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-37319240980643406092012-12-19T14:42:00.000-05:002012-12-19T14:42:19.493-05:00Talking to myself...This is the blog I generally use when I just have something to get off my chest or something I know is of interest only to me, and I don't expect anyone to actually ever read it, much less follow it. I am, therefore, a little more comfortable posting here than in some other places I could.<br />
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I have to wonder if some people think I am a cold-hearted person because I didn't say anything about that ever-so-recent school shooting in CT. The truth is that I can't think of anything worthy of saying. I have a 7-year-old. It's all too personal and too real for me. This morning when I dropped her off at school and wished her a good day, I wondered about those other parents who said good-bye to their children, not knowing it would be the last time. And then I think about all the mornings that haven't gone smoothly, when I've been annoyed about missing socks and missed busses-- what if that were *my* last morning? I will do better. I have to.<br />
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I read a blog posts reflecting on what happened that moved me, but I don't really feel comfortable sharing it on the social media sites I am on. I know that some people would appreciate it, but some people would get hung up on the mention of "violent video game" or on the mention of God. So... here it is, although I do figure I'm talking to myself, as I said:<a href="http://www.soundingblog.com/index.php/current-topics/reflections-on-the-connecticut-school-shooting.html"> Reflections on the Connecticut School Shooting</a><br />
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All I can say is that if you don't think there's a lot of anger out there, you don't get out much. I know I haven't always been the best peacemaker. I am a relatively patient person, but we all have our days. I would like to be a little more mindful of how I treat others so that I don't cause harm with things I say or do thoughtlessly. It's not much, but it is something I can do to make this world a little less dark.<br />
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<br />Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-32840341634128694452012-02-17T16:20:00.004-05:002012-02-17T16:20:59.299-05:00LENT!<br />
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<i>O Lord and Master of my life, take from me the spirit of sloth, despair, lust of power, and idle talk.</i><i>But give rather the spirit of chastity, humility, patience, and love to Thy servant.</i><i>Yea, O Lord and King, grant me to see my own transgressions, and not to judge my brother, for blessed art Thou, unto ages of ages. Amen.</i></blockquote>
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So, this Sunday is Meatfare Sunday, the last day to eat meat before Lent. Then there's Cheesefare week, a last chance to eat dairy before the first day of Lent, which will be Monday, February 27, this year.</div>
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I will admit that I've had mixed results in my attempts to keep the Lenten and Nativity fasts in the past, but I am determined to do this all the way this year. I won't be blogging about my efforts, since that would go rather against the spirit of the exercise (see Matthew 6:16-18), but I might write a little bit in more general terms about what all this means to me, any astoundingly good vegan recipes I encounter, and how it is that I ended up at Orthodoxy in the first place. I hope that I will do better if I make an effort to keep in mind what I am doing and why. I hate to admit it, but it is pretty easy to let God take a backseat when you're swamped with all the mundane details of material life. (And that's probably when I could use God the most!)</div>Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-25242129905981838832011-09-09T23:59:00.000-04:002011-09-09T23:59:24.409-04:00General UpdateAnd my life changes <i>again</i>.<br />
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I left my husband in July. I think I have grounds for placing the date of our separation a full month before I actually left because that's when I declared my intentions and we started living apart in the same house. That was a difficult month.<br />
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So, I've been living with my mother and in her other house (back and forth) since July 22. I started a new job in the last two days of August. I could complain that it took me a whole month to land a part-time job, but I know a lot of people are out there looking and finding nothing at all. I am just used to finding employment pretty quickly when I am seriously looking for it-- usually within two weeks-- so it was longer than I'd generally expect. <br />
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I like my new job as a caregiver for elderly people. I don't necessarily think it is something I want to do forever, but I like the one regular client I've got, and I've been able to pick up a few more shifts here and there. Tomorrow I will work a 6 hour shift, filling in for a call-out, and Monday I pick up a new, regularly scheduled gig-- twice a month to take laundry to the cleaners for someone.<br />
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I've had to adjust to not being the household matriarch. I've had to adjust to living in very tight quarters with my 2 daughters. I've had to adjust my plans for the immediate future. I'm adjusting ok, but it has been a bumpy ride.<br />
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There have been some very good things that have come along in the last few months too. I'm in love, for one thing. It's a long-distance relationship, but we seem to be handling that well, and it won't be that way forever. I've also lost some weight and started feeling better about myself in general.<br />
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Some days are better than others. As time goes on, I am having more days that grateful for what I've got and happy with my new life. <br />
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<br />Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-17622866289761599732011-02-09T19:11:00.002-05:002011-02-09T19:11:37.971-05:00<object height="250" width="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://earthhour.org/assets/flash/tools/banners/EarthHour_300X250_2011_countdown.swf"><param value="http://earthhour.org/assets/flash/tools/banners/EarthHour_300X250_2011_countdown.swf" name="movie" /><param value="transparent" name="wmode" /></object>Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-16260934314746442192011-01-27T19:17:00.000-05:002011-01-27T19:17:56.078-05:00Blogging life.I have started a number of blogs, as if I had time in my life for all that blogging. I think I want to figure out a schedule of posting so that I can keep those current, but without it taking over my life. (Actually, I am far more likely to abandon a blog for months or years than to spend too much time posting in it, but hey...)<br />
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I have so much to do tonight. I wasted half my day on what? Facebook? Oh, I did watch a short movie three times-- the second time with actor commentary and the third time with Esperanto subtitles. It was a movie titled "Conlang". Very cool. <br />
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I feel really tired and fuzzy in the head tonight, but I have both housecleaning and writing yet to do.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-53364594196511799652010-11-17T11:12:00.000-05:002010-11-17T11:12:57.885-05:00Sometimes I think I should have had hamsters instead.This morning, my daughter couldn't find the shoes she wanted to wear. She's 11, and it was vitally important to her that she wear her blue plaid canvas shoes and not the white sneakers that were in plain sight. It got right down to the last couple of minutes before the arrival of the bus, and the shoes still weren't found, so I suggested she wear the sneakers. In the meantime, I had gotten dressed and her 5-year-old sister had gotten ready, so the little one and I went out to the bus stop. Finally, when the bus was coming around the corner, she came out to the bus stop with the running shoes on, and she gave me the nastiest look I've ever seen on any of my kids as she got on that bus.<br />
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Clearly, I must have hidden her shoes just to make her life miserable. And wearing regular sneakers with your jeans and t-shirt is just <i>tragic</i>.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-59106018060352220562010-11-14T16:33:00.004-05:002010-11-14T20:07:27.702-05:00RantishI have a problem with Facebook. I have too many "friends" from too many different places, and they are a very diverse group. I've got Democrats, Republicans, Libertarians, Anarchists, Catholics, Born-Again Christians, Pagans in a variety of flavors, and militant atheists among my friends. My friends list contains people who are straight, gay, bi, transgendered, in every sort of relationship and with every sort of preference. Some of them are physically disabled. Some have mental illnesses. I've got people related to me, people I know in real life, people I know from games, people I know from elsewhere on the Internet, at least one former pen pal, people I've met through Facebook, and some that I just play Facebook games with. And I like all these people. I respect them all. That's not the problem.<br />
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The problem is that I am beginning to feel like I can't be honest about who I am, and that posting anything more controversial that observations about the weather is dangerous. I find myself trying to be sensitive to everyone (though I don't always succeed, I suspect) and when people post things I don't like, I try to let it go (and I am probably not always successful in that either). Today I posted something that was intended to be humorous about the difficulties of taking a 5-year-old to church-- that next time I'd better bring a straitjacket or tranquilizer darts. You can substitute "library" or any occasion where people shouldn't run around like a squirrel on speed for "church", right? It just happens that we went to church today, and I made that comment, thinking that other parents might be able to relate. But, no, someone had to come along and make an unmistakably snide comment to the effect that I should keep dragging her to church so she'll end up with disdain for ALL religion, just like him. <br />
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The truth is that I've only recently started going to church at all. I'd never gone to an Orthodox church before, but after being involved for a couple of months, I think I've decided that I want to be a part of it. I have gone out of my way to not really mention this to much of anyone, in real life or on Facebook. I realize that some people don't like religion. I know that some people are hostile toward Christianity in particular. (I used to be one of those people!) I just don't think that mentioning that I went to church is an invitation for other people to share how wrong they think I am, particularly when I wasn't even stating an opinion on the matter. <br />
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So I feel bad now. I know it's just the way life is, but is there a chance that I could do, think, feel, or believe ANYTHING without someone having to second guess me? Just once! Just for a change of pace. <br />
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I mean, the person in question isn't even someone I know, really, so I shouldn't even care. It's someone my husband knew long before he and I met-- the guy messaged me because he was trying to get in touch with my husband, and then I accepted his friend request. That barely counts as an acquaintance. But I have a self-destructive habit of feeling in my gut that everyone else is right and I am wrong, so when these stupid little things happen, which shouldn't even phase me, I feel sad and guilty, like I somehow disappointed the world. So, now I feel bad.<br />
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I made a comment back to point out that I didn't "drag" my daughter to church. She's actually really enthusiastic about church. She is maybe a little too enthusiastic. Then I made a second comment, as an after thought, about the length of the Divine Liturgy and the extra length today because there was a baptism. It reads like I am being defensive and making excuses, but it was all I could do to keep myself from apologizing for having gone to church. How ridiculous would that have been? I didn't do anything wrong. I just mentioned that I went to church, and the church part of it was actually not the relevant part. And he's not even a person I know or that cares about me. <br />
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I don't just feel bad. I feel naked and vulnerable. I feel like I showed a little bit of who I am, just a flash of my soft underbelly, and someone felt the need to come poke at me with a sharp stick. The worst part is, despite my rational understanding that it isn't true, I feel like I was in the wrong, somehow. (And, before anyone suggests it, I am getting professional help already. This is actually <i>better</i> than I usually am.)<br />
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Tomorrow is the start of the Nativity Fast. I'm not officially Orthodox, but I did plan on keeping the fast by not eating meat. And I think I might go on a Facebook fast too, just for my peace of mind.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-46730440407032528602010-04-12T15:49:00.000-04:002010-04-12T15:49:49.633-04:00My ideal life<a href="http://coachroma.blogspot.com/2010/04/question-47.html">Coach Roma's Question #47</a> -- because sometimes I need a writing prompt.<br />
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<i>What, if anything, is stopping you from creating your ideal life?</i><br />
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The first thing standing between me and my ideal life is some confusion about exactly what my ideal life would look like. <br />
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Part of me is really excited about going back to school and pursuing a career in some branch of biological sciences, or even becoming a veterinarian, if I can manage to get into vet school. I have no idea at this point how I'd pay for any of that, though, and it would be a lot of work and I'd have to put some things off for a few years while putting all my efforts on doing my very best at school. This is one of those things I've always been interested in, but I had to overcome a lot of the programming of my youth, as well as my own insecurities, before I could really entertain any notion of doing it.<br />
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The other part of me just wants be content with where I am at and concentrate on my family life and my spiritual life. This part of me might have some activist tendencies as well. I can see myself getting involved in some organizations and possibly writing a book down this path. I am just not sure if this path is what I really want to do, or if just looks attractive because it would be easier. I don't want to let myself cop out and take the easy path if that's all it is, because I will be disappointed later. (Been there, done that.)<br />
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The main things keeping me from going down either of those paths is fear and doubt. Most of the obstacles I will face are the same-- figuring out how to earn enough money to keep us afloat while still leaving me time to pursue these goals, figuring out how to manage my time so that I don't run myself into the ground, and figuring out how to keep some balance in my life. But before I get to those obstacles, I have to get out of the gate.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-57245638266948489872010-02-28T23:03:00.000-05:002010-02-28T23:03:56.596-05:00A joyful career?Today's journal prompt is from <a href="http://coachroma.blogspot.com/">Coaching Questions</a>: What does a joyful career look, feel and sound like to you?<br />
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I have been giving some thought to what kind of career I might like to pursue in my second half of life, now that I am nearing 40 and my kids are growing up. I would love to have a job that I am excited about, that I can't wait to get to <i>most</i> days, and that I feel proud of. I want something that is going to be challenging but not frustrating, providing me with both a livelihood and a sense that I am doing something meaningful. <br />
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I have been thinking about pursuing an associate degree in Biotechnology at a local community college as a first baby step toward finding that kind of work. After that, I plan to go on to a bachelor degree in Biology, at which point I hope to find some sort of work with one of the local biotech firms while I pursue a graduate degree. I don't know what that will look, feel, or sound like, but the thought fills me with hope.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-5721498835840749492010-02-20T00:23:00.001-05:002010-02-20T08:21:26.060-05:00It's dark down here in the dungeon...I haven't written anything or shared any YouTube videos or anything since last April?! This is something I must fix immediately. <br />
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This blog has always been where I just post whatever kind of silly stuff that goes through my head or passes by my eyes. Every once in a while, it gets a little more serious, but for the most part, it is just stress relief. I could use a little more of that in my life. <br />
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I have been wasting a lot of time of Facebook lately. I have been playing a lot of the stupid little games over there. Most of the games only need a few minutes of attention at a time, but when you're playing 15 games and looking at them all three times a day, it's practically a full-time job. Except without the paycheck or benefits... Basically, you become a slave to your farm or your fish or what have you. And then it bugs you constantly to annoy your friends with messages about your farm or fish or cafe or mafia or kingdom, and tries like crazy to get you to attempt to lure your friends into virtual slavery. As a lolcat would say, iz not so great, akshuly. <br />
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I have done a little bit of work on my constructed languages, so I do update my Teliya Nevashi blog occasionally. More often than not, I just update the language documents with the intention to post about it later, but later never comes.<br />
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I am starting a new blog in the hope of having a constructive project to work on. It's about dieting. Or, rather, it is about trying out specific diets or eating styles/plans for three weeks at a time. I do hope to lose some weight, and maybe attract an audience as well. I am going to try to keep that blog pretty tightly focused, so I will probably come back over here to make all the tangential remarks that would otherwise bog that other effort down.<br />
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There has been a lot going on in my life, so you'd think I'd be here babbling about it more often. I will have to do that instead of planting more virtual crops on my 86500 different farm apps.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-85475614515136220772009-04-27T12:40:00.001-04:002009-04-27T12:40:01.670-04:00Bebo parolas en Esperanto<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/l0ErKbLL5WQ' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/l0ErKbLL5WQ'/></object></p><p>This is just ridiculously cute.</p></div>Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-62547981121745687262009-03-29T19:04:00.004-04:002009-03-29T19:23:22.715-04:00So, I added a furry widget..I am the world's worst blogger. I have been posting on my Nevashi blog, but this one has been sitting here, all alone and forlorn, writing me letters about how much it misses me, but then tearing them up and crying itself to sleep. <br /><br />I am going to make a sincere effort to post here at least once a week from now on. I have been redirecting a lot of bloggable topics to Twitter and my Facebook status, or posting those thoughts on forums. I will try to see that some of them end up here.<br /><br />In the meantime, I found myself adopting yet another virtual pet today, from <a href="http://www.foopets.com/refer/16531396">FooPets</a>, and now it is a widget in my right-hand column there. That's Nibbles. I actually ended up with two female yorkies, this one, which I signed up for directly at the site, and another that I got through Facebook. The one I have via Facebook is named Kevrisha, and there's a strong possibility she's going to end up being a widget on my Nevashi blog, since she has a Nevashi name.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-70507504667164301612009-02-06T12:30:00.002-05:002009-02-06T12:46:38.125-05:00Long time, no postI don't really have any time to post today either. I don't think anyone actually reads this blog, which is just as well, since it is mostly an outlet for my tendency to babble.<br /><br />I am cleaning house today. What a drag! But it has to be done.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-1758792409503544282008-07-19T18:21:00.002-04:002008-07-19T18:55:10.999-04:00More silly web adoptables<a href="http://www.pokeplushies.com/feed/545857"><img src="http://www.pokeplushies.com/images/adoptables/545857.gif" border="0"><br>Click here to feed me a fruit!</a><br><a href="http://www.dinomon.com">Get your own at Dinomon!</a><br /><a href="http://www.pokeplushies.com/feed/545793"><img src="http://www.pokeplushies.com/images/adoptables/545793.gif" border="0"><br>Click here to feed me!</a><br><a href="http://www.pokeplushies.com">Get your own at PokePlushies!</a>Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-87267164937637984362008-07-19T12:18:00.004-04:002008-07-19T12:42:05.398-04:00A Few Fun Things on the WebI've been sending out postcards to strangers, or "postcrossing"-- <a href="http://www.postcrossing.com/">www.postcrossing.com</a>. I've gotten some back, too, from Germany, Austria, and Taiwan. It's a cheap and fun hobby. <br /><br />As you can see in the right hand column over there, I've also started raising some little web dragons. Those are from the Dragon Cave. They go into forum signatures or whatever, and views/repeat views/clicks help them grow. Of course, the pages they are on have some fairly low-profile ads (i.e., not pop-ups), so it is a pretty clever way to generate views of those too. <a href="http://dragcave.ath.cx/">http://dragcave.ath.cx/</a> .<br /><br />Along the same lines are the adoptable things at Valenth. <a href="http://www.valenth.com/">http://www.valenth.com</a>. These are adoptable things that you can feed. Like this one:<br /><a href=http://www.valenth.com/feed/37014><img src=http://valenth.com/lab/37014.png><br>Feed Me!</a><br><a href=http://www.valenth.com>Adopted from Valenth</a> <br />I have a few of those I will add to the right hand column too, at some point. You don't actually have to sign up to get one, just to keep track of your code. I didn't sign up before I got my other two, so I will have to snag the code from my myspace page. <br /><br />I am not having a baby (and my husband would be really upset if I were, having had that vasectomy and all), but I like names, so I have been hanging around a relatively new (and friendly) forum dedicated to names: <a href="http://namethatbaby.mit.edu/index.php">http://namethatbaby.mit.edu</a> ... Feel free to drop in and offer your point-of-view. You may save some poor girl from being named <em>Grizzelanne Velour</em>.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-19153114932965740562008-04-06T00:16:00.003-04:002008-04-06T00:33:47.456-04:00BlargI've been sick, but I feel better today, for the most part. I didn't do any housework today. In fact, I spent about 6 hours just lying around in my bedroom, emerging only occasionally to feed and check on kids. They were busy playing and watching TV. It was a day off for them. I didn't ask them to do anything and everyone was really low key.<br /><br />Tomorrow, I need to start catching up on my housework and stuff.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-80331757049032850462008-03-07T16:19:00.004-05:002008-03-07T16:26:21.873-05:00The One Bone I Have To Pick With SOME AtheistsI am sort of a non-religion-specific kind of person, and I generally don't have a problem with people who decide that the whole God thing is bunk (as long as they don't spend too much time trying to convert me). To each his own, and all that. <br /><br />The one thing I've heard atheists I know say on occasion that strikes me as being utterly ridiculous is that "people would be nicer to each other if they didn't have religion" or "... if they knew they only had this one life" or some such. I don't believe in original sin, but I do believe that a lot of people are just plain mean and miserable by nature. Some religious people are mean and miserable, but some people actually try to overcome their wretched personalities in order to be better people <em>because </em>of religion. And some of those angry and unpleasant religious folks would be just as horrid without their religion as a focal point. They'd find something else as a focal point for their nastiness. <br /><br />Perhaps they'd get involved in party politics, which is an awful lot like religion in many respects (and in bed with religion a little too much here in the US, if you ask some people).Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-66512822399827144702008-03-05T16:00:00.001-05:002008-03-05T16:01:39.382-05:00Useful link: Printable RulersI can't keep track of a ruler to save my life. I wish my desk had drawers. <a href="http://www.vendian.org/mncharity/dir3/paper_rulers/">Anyway, here's a site where you can print a ruler if you really need one in a hurry.</a>Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-87413829278645626392008-03-05T13:46:00.003-05:002008-03-05T16:02:11.768-05:00Earth Hour 2008On March 29, 2008 at 8pm, people all over the world are going to turn off their lights. The cause is global warming. <a href="http://www.earthhour.org/user/EZQt">I signed up</a>, but you don't really have to. You can just turn off your lights if you feel like it. :)<br /><br />I like candles, so I am looking forward to having an excuse for a candlelight hour.<br /><br />And, because this is me, you know that an embedded video is coming...<br /> <object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxu3MluKl8A"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxu3MluKl8A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-91336717429854287642008-02-26T08:48:00.003-05:002008-02-26T09:00:20.243-05:00Morning.I stayed up too late last night and got up too early today. I should crawl back into bed and try to get a little more sleep. That would be the smart thing to do. <br /><br />Of course, that's not what I am going to do. I am going to go wash the dishes from last night. We went out and kids did wash some dishes under the direction and supervision of their babysitter, but there are still a bunch of cups, bowls, pots, pans, and forks left to do. (Just forks, no knives or spoons... I am not sure what's up with that.)<br /><br />I am going to start some laundry too. And then I am going to catch up on my email. I am running a couple of weeks behind. <br /><br />Eh, or maybe I will go back to bed after all.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-68074981151690685032008-02-21T08:09:00.002-05:002008-02-21T08:17:38.493-05:00Sleeeeeep. I need sleeeeeep...It's a little bit after 8am. I woke up just before the alarm this morning, at 6:43. I am not entirely sure you can call it "waking up" though, since I am not sure you can call what I was doing immediately prior to that "sleeping". My 2 year old crawled into bed with me at some point and we were waging a mostly unconscious battle for my pillow and the space on my side of the bed, which isn't conducive to sound sleep.<br /><br />Did I mention that I didn't go to bed until 1am or so? I think I missed that point. Late night, early morning, kid in my bed... Yeah, I need more sleep. I think I am going to go back in there, shove the kid over to my husband's side of the bed, and then hog my pillow to myself for a couple more hours.<br /><br />The kid will be fine without the pillow. She sleeps sideways in her favorite chair in the shop, after all. And on the floor. And in a carseat. And I've seen her curled up on the couch with her head on her feet. How hard could it be for her to sleep in bed without hogging my pillow?<br /><br />I recently signed on at SparkPeople.com, and one of my starter, "Fast Break" goals is 8 hours of sleep a night. HA! Maybe I should go pick something I'll actually do.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-89398496939354463122007-12-30T12:39:00.000-05:002007-12-30T13:12:52.559-05:00Messing with Tektek.org<a href=http://tektek.org/avatar/8881178 ><img src=http://img.tektek.org/av/m12/d30/11/55157.png /></a><br /><a href=http://tektek.org/avatar/8881681 ><img src=http://img.tektek.org/av/m12/d30/11/084881.png /></a><br /><a href=http://tektek.org/avatar/8881950 ><img src=http://img.tektek.org/av/m12/d30/12/625079.png /></a><br /><a href=http://tektek.org/avatar/8882334 ><img src=http://img.tektek.org/av/m12/d30/12/236a38.png /></a>Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-45776881933903871502007-10-10T12:57:00.000-04:002007-10-10T14:08:02.905-04:00Writing...I have been wasting a lot of time posting silly little game-related blogs over at mmorpg.com. I guess getting views and comments there started getting to my head. I am kind of bored with the games (mmo games, specifically) and with trying to find something to say about them. I have other things on my mind.<br /><br />We're starting a business. I am planning on doing NaNoWriMo as a start to my fiction-writing career. <br /><br />Career?! Ha! That's getting ahead of myself. Maybe I should call it a hobby. <br /><br />I am going to work on some world-building before November gets here.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-1606190726863739382007-09-19T22:35:00.000-04:002007-09-19T22:46:47.844-04:00Long time, no blogI can't believe September is more than half over. Only a third of the month left to go before October. Things have just been moving on so fast, we have hardly had a chance to catch up.<br /><br />Since I last wrote, we sold our house and moved to Pennsylvania. In fact, we've moved twice in September, since we now own a building with two apartments, and we first moved into one and then from there into the other. I am so tired of moving things. Once everything is settled in its place, it is staying there for good!<br /><br />My mother is coming to visit this weekend. We're trying to get the apartments in order before she arrives. It's a lot of work, since we're still figuring out where things will go.<br /><br />Right now, I just want to get a shower and go to sleep, but I am still trying to get kids in bed for the night. The littlest one is standing outside the bedroom door saying, "No" over and over because she doesn't want to stay in her bed. I am trying to stand firm on this. She just can't sleep with us anymore. She's getting too big and we miss our sex life.Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279181.post-21788088952273933462007-08-22T09:06:00.000-04:002007-08-22T09:07:24.384-04:00Silly little quiz thing... My Inner European<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>Your Inner European is French!</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/french.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000"><br />Smart and sophisticated.<br />You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/">Who's Your Inner European?</a></div>Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198019013774536934noreply@blogger.com