A day in the life of, me, an emerging, entrepreneur, business woman, mom . . . November 5, 2009

Breakfast: English Muffin

Load of laundry.
Check bank balance.  Call bank.  Wait on hold.  Problem fixed.
Check email.
Burn a silly movie I made to DVD.  Check it on TV.  It works!

Check leads of information from those follow on Twitter.  Read.  Read.  Read.  Take notes.  Print info.
Write blog post.
Steamy hot shower.
Walmart:  “Why is my bill $31.00?  Jeepers Cats, $14 for two bags of grapes?  God, how much were they a pound… $2.39!  Why didn’t I pay attention??  That’s the last of my fresh grape juice for the year.
At computer:  Supposed to be able to download audio books for free from my local library.  I have the business card right there in front of me telling me that it’s possible.  I look everywhere.  Can’t’ find a single spot to hook up to this feature.  Someone tell me why I can’t find this?  Why isn’t it straight forward??  Why, even when I dig around I still can’t find it?  This is taking too long.  Got to do something else related to business.

This is my library Love my library.

Lunch: Homemade hot cocoa

Dig deeper into Shelfari, to really learn this site.  Decide: this is really an awesome site.  Discover there’s an area for authors to create a page for themselves and their books.  Look at what other authors have done.  Did you know that Stephen King has written 75 books and 7 under a psudo name!!  Astounding.  Scanned to find out how to create an author page for John1′s.  Can’t figure it out.  WHY???????  Look some more.  No go.  WHY????????

Write this blog post.

Work on a document I’ve been creating.
Look at clock, 3:45, want to get the kids from school.  More work.  4:30, still want to get kids from school.  No time really.  Have so much to do.  Plus need to finish getting info together for meeting tomorrow night and have to factor in a class at Apple store tomorrow as well.  5:15.  Pointless to get kids from school.

End result:  Didn’t have any time to see my kids today.  I miss them.  That’s the crapper about divorce.  You have to purposefully go to see your children.  No time.  No see.  It sucks.  They don’t just stream in the door, shouting, “Hey mom!” drop their back packs on the floor, give you a hug and kiss, and tear off for the kitchen in search of a snack.  Instead your home echos hollow without their youthful voices scenting the air with it’s delicate fragrance. The silence made my heart ache and I drifted back to yesterday.  When I was playing around with Caleb.  We were being silly.  Laughing and teasing.  With Christmas coming I spontaneously asked him “What is the one thing you wish you could have?”  Without adding “for Christmas”,   Before I spoke those words I thought, he’d say, “to go to Disney for a week” or “to have my own laptop”.  However the moment the words left my lips I knew.   My breathing constricted.  The clock stopped ticking.  But it was too late to pull the question back.  If I could have inhaled them right back into my mouth, sucked them out of existence, I would have.  To avoid the, in our faces pain that would steal our joy and stab at his little heart and mine.  Instead when I inhaled my next breath the words that softly left his mouth, devoid of giggles were, “To have you and daddy together again.”  Sullen sadness filled the space.  I drew him to me.  We hugged each other into a deep embrace and held ourselves there.  Tears pooled in my eyes as I stroked his soft hair, “I wish that was the case too honey.  I wish we all lived together.  Oh how I wish.  But that just can’t be and it totally stinks.  It makes me sad too.”  A few minutes passed, we separated, and went on just a little less silly, a little less giggly.

Dinner: Mashed potatoes with white gravy made from the broth of the chicken thighs I cooked, and bread with butter: comfort food.

Eat and listen to Duma Key by Stephen King.
Talk to John2 for a while.
Finally put load of laundry into dryer.
Brush teeth.  Change out of day clothes into night clothes.
Broke a nail.  Crap.  Well there’s a pattern on my right hand now, every other nail is short.
Think about doing dishes.
Try to eject DVD I burned earlier from inside Mac.  Won’t eject.  Look up on internet what to do.  Do all three steps.  Great.  It’s stuck.  So what now?  Don’t want to take in to genius bar. . .  Light bulb goes on.  I took it out earlier and viewed it on my TV . . .
Work on a new blog post that came to me.  Edit it.
Come over and edit this blog post.
Result: three blog posts today.  That’s a record

Night, Love ya,
Theresa Jane
-who doesn’t think she’s going to post all three posts today.  I’m saving at least one for another day.  Want to go over it again.

I need a Weebo . . . October 30, 2009

Well, I’ve been asking myself for the last 5 1/2 hours why I was soooo sleepy. Well, short memory! I was out of bed at 6:45 A.M. That, was more than early for me. With this cold I’m clearing out need a little more sleep than that. Lord, I think I need to have a little flying robot, like that one named Weebo in the Flubber movie. (LOVED that movie BTW. It was Zach’s favorite when he was little. We wore that movie out and he laughed his way through it every time!) The one that follows Professor Brainard (Robin Williams) around reminding him of everything. I’ll just say right here, 6:45 seems like a looon time ago. In that time I:
-Went to the Apple store for a class
-Came home worked on emails, checking blogs for comments and looking up interesting things that people post in Twitter. And might I say I find/learn some of the most helpful things through Twitter folks tweeting away. Annnnd. I really must become more diligent at keeping it up throughout my day. I remember then I forget. I go in bursts and stops. Like I said. I need a Weebo.
-Ate something very fast and left
-Picked up Grace from school
-Sat in the hospital for over 2 hours waiting for the cast to come off. Took the pic of her while we waited. It’s off now, but the healing isn’t complete, she needs to wear a brace.
-Dropped her off at home, went to a 2 hour meeting: video reviews/critiquing!! They are going to be sooo cool when they are done. John is working very long hours for weeks and weeks on them.
-John2 was there and when we left stood in parking talking about food. He needs guidance on what to make that healthy and quick. Well, I’m the right one for that!
-Returned to my place and remembered that tonight was the farewell party for our maintenance man. He’s been here for 10 years and now he’s going to a smaller complex. He’s getting up there in years and looking toward retirement and wanting to slow down slowly before retirement comes on him. I have to say I’m very teary over his leaving, he has been the absolute best MM I have ever had. And he was so nice and trustworthy and helpful. He put a screen door on my little, teeny, tiny, deck so I could open my door. Wasn’t that sweet! Here’s how it happened: We were talking one day in the parking lot and I happened to mention how I love having my back door open to let the fresh air in. Well the next thing I knew he was at my door with a screen door off from someone else’s apartment who had just moved out. That is truly one of those, “Ahhhh, how sweet moments!” I cried. I did. So, there was no way I was missing that party!!
-Returned home an hour plus later and John2 and I got to work. And this is amusing we were both sleepy, both yawning, both trying to focus. Both jumping around. Except, John2 as always, was driving, and we both were just outdone to make a decision about what to do.

What to do about what? Well the same question I have been trying to get an answer to for weeks: Do I go with my own domain for my blog and put it on our web host site or do I stay here and pay for the upgrades. If I do that will I be happy or totally ticked off because I paid a bunch of money and didn’t get what I thought I would?????? Finally John2 left to test drive my camera, which he looooves, to take night shots. He came back about 45 minutes later declaring the same impassioned love plus more. LOL. Between him and Grace I think I’m keeping this camera, they’ve certainly used it more than me. Grace took the fall tree picture at the top. I don’t think they could take the separation. I mean, I have to think of them don’t I? I have to consider the effect it would have on them if I get a different camera. How selfish would that be of me if I completely disregarded their feelings…

Love you guys,
I’m hitting the hay, Night!
Theresa Jane
-who posted without proofing a single word for the first time. Makes me a little nervous. But I must sleep.