What's Sakin' Bacon?

For those of you who don't know I don't have a kitchen. Even with this I'm expected to make lunch for my dictat...er... husband every day. And this doesn't mean sandwiches (have you seen the price of sandwich meat?! It's stupid!!!) this means a variety of things to keep him from getting bored. So, I've learned to use my rice cooker in new and amazing ways. *hugs rice cooker*

Now that you have a back story I can tell you what's going on. I have to bake some breakfasty stuff for tomorrow, tonight, for Jex to take to work tomorrow. My sweet husband kindly told me all of this during his lunch break today.

Note: I'm also sick.

Lucky for me the price of borrowing my friend's oven is only 3 lemons. While I'm there I think I'll make a little extra of my breakfasty foods for her too.

In other news, tomorrow is my pelvic ultrasound. I've dealt with random stupid pain in my woman part region for something like 5 years. It's gotten less intense and frequent as I've gotten older so I don't think much of it anymore. Low and behold now that I'm 23 people are actually listening to me. It's great I love it!

Everyone lies to you when they say you're an adult at 18. It's almost like 18-24 are the probationary period of adulthood and 25 is when you're finally allowed to ditch the training wheels. But I digress.

Point is that something is finally going to get resolved. Either they're going to find something, or their not and I can assume that I'm crazy or it's gas from here on. In both cases there's closure and I'm so stoked for that!

Has anyone (both of you) who reads my blog ever played a game called 'Kings'?

Waaa~! It's super fun. All you need are drinks (alcoholic or not is up to you, either works fine), a deck of cards, and a large cup or glass for the center of the table.

Let me explain the cards so that you too can play!

King: The first three people to draw a King have to put some of their drink in the center cup, however much they want, and make up a rule for everyone to follow till the next King is drawn (for example: every one must now speak in a dialect, or: no elbows on the table) anyone who forgets the rule has to take a drink. The last person to draw a King has to drink whatever concoction is in the 'Kings Cup' at the center of the table.

Queen: When the Queen is drawn you have to speak in questions to one another, questions that make sense (for example: Is anyone else cold? Is the thermostat even on? Where's my coat? Why haven't you kept track of your coat? Did you even bring your coat? Oh come on who's actually cold? and so on till some one messes up) if you just answer the question you have to drink and the next person draws a card.

Jack: Jackagories (Categories) the person who draws the Jack picks a category like flowers, cars, dog breeds, languages, ect. And starts off with the first one, everyone goes around and says things in the category. You can't say the same thing twice. When it gets to some one who can't think of anything or messes up they drink. next card.

10: Never have I ever. You only hold up three fingers for this one.

9: Rhyme: Simple, go around starting with the person who drew the card and rhyme words till you can't come up with anything else, the person who can't rhyme anymore drinks.

8: is Date. You choose another person at the table, you are now 'dating' every time you drink they have to drink and visa versa.

7: Heaven, every one has to raise their hands. Last person to do so has to drink

6: Chicks, girls drink.

5: Guys, men drink.

4: Floor. Everyone has to touch the floor (or table) last one has to drink.

3: Me. You drink.

2: You! Pick some one at the table to drink.

A: Water Fall. At the count of three everyone starts drinking. The first person able to stop is the person who drew the card. Then the person to his left, and so on. You can't stop drinking till the person to the right of you has stopped.

Set up: Shuffle the deck of regular playing cards well. Place the King's Cup at the center of the table and spread the cards in a circle, face down, around the King's Cup. Everyone get their drinks (be it a Tequila Sunrise or a Glass of Milk) and have fun!

NaNoWriMo update and Heathcare Scares

As most of you know I'm writing a book for NaNoWriMo that has to do with Zombies.
I would like to announce that for a first draft it's going really really well. I've written about 2K words a day since NaNoWriMo started. Unfortunately, I'm only half way done with what I want to write and I've only got 10 more days (give or take a Wednesday or two).
Can anyone say Panic Attack? So I decided to dedicate a little more time to writing and less time to watching my favorite movies on AMC. (Like Aliens which they've played 4 times recently)
Hopefully I can get through the next two twists, the crescendo, and to an end of sorts before my 10 days are up. I'm not even looking for a clean ending at this point, I just hope I get it done.

And I'm really freaking out because I'm going to be going in for my first Pap next Wednesday!!!!
How is it I'm 23 and still have yet to have one done? Virginity, that's how. Virginity and a really good puppy face. Whenever the doctors would mention me getting a Pap I'd just look at pitiful as possible and beg for them not to make me because I didn't want my first experience to be a medical one. Haha!
Being married now, I can't play that card. So, I have to go in and submit myself to the torture of being female. I'm trying not to obsess over it. Not really doing a good job, but maybe my writing spree will keep it from my mind. *laughs*

The End? <-- this is how I'm probably going to end my book and this post.

Me and Myself

I was sitting down today thinking that I needed to change the back ground of my blog to fit my mood better. You know maybe a splash of color or something.

I sat and stared at my blog for a long time trying to come up with alternative designs and patterns and styles. Honestly I came up with a lot of them. But as I went through them they were all very changeable. If I chose one of them I'd probably change my blog style every other week, or something.

Then something hit me. A realization I hadn't quite grasped. I really didn't want to change my blog style or picture or any such thing. I wanted to change something about me.
Because, as I sit and stare at the picture I chose as the head of my blog I realized something. My blog is the image of myself.
I don't know when this happened or why. I just know that the way I styled my blog is a mirror of what I see when I look on my insides. (no not my guts and bones, my spiritual and mental insides)
Actually, it kind of made me happy that it was so serene, even if it got a little dark sometimes. Just stare at the picture of the temple ruins I have on my blog and see what you feel.

Maybe it's just the picture that's a mirror.

Either way, somehow as I did this I found an acceptance of myself I hadn't had before. And it feels really really good.

NaNoWriMo, Depression, and Spirituality

NaNoWriMo: Idea is still clear, but my period has killed my drive.
Really, all I want to do is lay in bed and snuggle into warm pillows. I don't want to surf the net, write my campy but awesome story, or even watch cartoons! *le~gasp!* I've already promised myself I'd write 5K words today.
If my husband keeps hogging the bed and keeping me up I think I'll get it done before midnight.

Depression: I haven't had to deal with my depressant phases in a while. Not since our dog died. Thus I was very confused when I couldn't find any happy yesterday. The dark gloomy cloud I'm naming Tut-tut seems to have snuck into today as well. Hmmmm.... I must need more chocolate.

Spirituality: For those of you less Spiritually inclined just ignore this part of the post. Or read it if you want; you have been warned.
Church, something which has lost nearly all of its meaning to me. Nearly every time I talk to some one there's some kind of veneer over their face. They're more plastic versions of themselves and yet some how you can always see in their eyes how (in)sincere they are.
Recently I was very disappointed in a preacher who actually gave a lesson counter to the book that we're supposed to believe in. You know the holy one that bad translations of hide away in lots of hotel room nightstands. (haha! beating around the bush is fun!)
In retaliation we didn't show up this Sunday. Ha! take that big gathering of people who I don't know personally anymore. Instead we went to a chapel service on the base for several reasons, some of them being secret and stuff.
I was really upset. There was still no family bonding like there is supposed to be in a Church that professes to follow the Way the Truth and the Light, but the message was good and clear. It hit me as I think a message from Isaiah or Samuel would have.
Somewhere along the lines of growing up and changing into the married side of life I'd gotten back some old habits I thought I'd fought away. I'm still so stuck on other people loving and accepting me all the time that I compromise my everything. Somehow I've lost track of God and how exactly his total Awesome fits next to my life.
At times God is my everything that is secret, instead of just my everything that is.
What is God to me? What do I call the being that brought the universe into existence? What does he tell us he is?

So yeah that about sums it up. (^_^)Y

11th of November, Veteran's Day.

Today's the day we remember the men and women who serve in the military. Like My Most Amazing and Wonderful Husband who I love with all my little heart!
There were a few plans for today, you know the classic American barbecue/grilling. Of course the Best Vet's marathon on AMC.
Sadly, I couldn't watch AMC's Best Vet's marathon thanks to someonewhowillremainnameless.
So now I sit here thinking about all the wars and such that have gone on in our past and the pride that people have for their soldiers makes me feel all warm inside at the same time it squeezes my heart until it pops like a little meat balloon.

My dad has been in the military for going on 20 some odd years. I grew up on military bases all over the world. It's a big part of who I am. Veteran's Day reminds me of all the old retired Army and Marine guys who've 'adopted' me over the years, my daddy, and my friend's parents.
Conversely it reminds me of the things my dad, Mr. Pat, and husband have told me about being deployed. My father, God bless him, is a medic. He gets to watch boys younger than his daughters die because, argh! I don't want to get on my soap box so I'm just going to leave it with: Suxors dood. Mr. Pat was in Vietnam, worst war ever from every angle I can see it.
War sucks. The end. Unfortunately it can be a cause for things like: economy recovery, the displacement of a totalitarian regime, and cool things like personal rights.

So today, take a second to remember some one you heard about being a soldier, either a long time ago or recently and smile for them. Just feel warm and fuzzy that there are still people who will go and deal with the shiz so you and I don't have to deal with it later.

I'd love to add a 'wives of veterans' foot note to veteran's day. You'll feel a personal stake in whatever war your man had gone to after a month and a half of being woken in the middle of the night to 'patrol' or 'take cover!' and other bleary unintelligible mumbles urging you somewhere other than your pillow.

Anyways. Veteran's day has proven to be yet another opportunity to reacquaint myself with my American roots. It's a rule of thumb that for every nonmajor, nonreligious, holiday American's will grill out. What they grill varies from state, province, and individual family. However getting outside and setting something on fire to cook your food over it is universal.
Honestly, I never really liked grilling out. The wind blew stuff into my food and it wasn't as peaceful as a Japanese style pick-nick. AND at the risk of sounding unamarican (which I often feel is the case) I don't like hamburgers. Meh.
I do however looooove potato salad.
I don't remember German's ever grilling. As far as my memory serves me the only time anything was grilled in Japan was either by a food vendor at a Festival or at a Yakiniku restaurant, both of which are vastly different surroundings when compared with a backyard get together.
So I tried to find some info. My google skills aren't really that great because my American English terminology is actually very outdated and frankly nonexistent.
But I did find a singular link that rabbit trailed me enough that my lack of understanding of this VERY American tradition lost a lot of it's interest.
The link has all the same information as the little news channel blog I found. Most the other links I clicked on said the exact same things. Meh.
Us Girls
My theory that American's are slightly obsessed with being Macho is being proven every day. lol

Happy Veteran's day everyone!

NaNoWriMo

I've been writing a book for 9 days now. The plot is simple and straight forward, though really nerdy, and on the edge of campy. It's encouraging to know that this is just a first draft. Later I will have time to go over my Zombie swarm scenes and make them more than three sentences long and fix all my lame, cliche, dialog into something less middle school.
Today I'm having a hard time getting to writing. Honestly, all I want to do is watch the Jeremiah reruns on Syfy.
Eventually I'll get around to writing again.

I want to share my Main Character though. I love them.

Simon Black: Snoody assistant director to a company called Luna Clear (it's a makeup company)
I have a hard time with his motivations because I made him a youngest son, and I'm an eldest daughter so I think differently. But I'm loving the challenge he presents. Doing the right thing for selfish reasons that gradually turn into the right reasons. I'm excited and frightened to be writing him.

Caelee McLeod: Teacher's Aide and freelance photographer/videotographer. I'm trying not to make her a clone of myself. Making her feminine and vulnerable while having a steel rod for a spine and a determination to survive has been fun and slightly embarrassing.

Blaine (who has no last name): Zombie enthusiast and pro-gamer. He's just a blast to write, and I shamelessly am making him a clone of one of my friend's little brothers. I love the things that come to mind when he's responding to an intelligently worded question. For example: "Dude, no." and "Sad day, man." XD! I love it!

Dear Corporate America

Dear Corporate America,
My throat would love it if you would stop forcibly shoving Christmas down it. Quite honestly pine trees don't go down very smoothly and the blood trail, though matching with the holiday color scheme, is really bad for my carpet.
Couldn't you wait until the day after Thanks Giving, or for heaven's sake November first? It's really disconcerting to see a Christmas tree in the middle of bat and witch shaped cookies.
I mean you're confusing the little kids. They're going to think that Santa is some demon who comes down the chimney to suck their blood.
It would be really nice if you could try not to look so eager to take every penny of our hard earned cash. We might forget how greedy and overpriced you are if you respect the Holidays and stop putting Santa hats on Turkeys and Christmas lights over the fake blood and gore.
Sincerely a very annoyed ex-customer.