Stream of Consciousness: Doing it on Monday

As you may or may not have known, we had birthday week this past week with the final festivities coming to an end yesterday. I had planned to do this entry last night but just didn't have energy once everyone left.

Let's do this:

For the last fourteen years, I have bit my tongue. Said nothing. Waited. I have done things I didn't want to do. I have withheld infomation. Never lied. Just withheld. All to keep the peace. But for what reason? Whom am I trying to protect.

She is driving me crazy. It's the simple things. I know it is. Big Daddy says ignore it. But he has only been around for the last fourteen years. I've been around for 36. I know the score.


She thinks she's got everyone fooled. The only fool is her. And those that bow down to her wishes and throw her up on that ivory pedestal.

I am waiting. The time is coming. Her time is up. Once J is gone, she has no one to use as a cover or excuse.

I have never been so insulted as I was yesterday. But just like every other time, I bit my tongue but only slightly. The time is near....

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This has been a Stream of Consciousness post hosted by Fadra.  Want to do your own post? Here goeth the rules:

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
• Link up your post below.
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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How NOT to Get What You Want: Stream of Consciousness Sunday

This week's SOC came about from a miscommunication between the Husband and me. If you have an idea  on a inexpensive cabinet makeover, this is how you should NOT react to it.

Tomorrow everyone goes back to the normal routine. Which includes me getting up at 5:00. In the AM. Not my favorite time of day. Better get the big coffee pot down.

I always feel a little let down at teh end of a vacation. I dread it yet have big plans. And in the end I don't accomplish half or even a quarter of what I had planned. All in all, it was a nice two weeks. The last week with Big Daddy was nice. Of course, I had to BLOW the whole thing today when I broke his  little man heart with his project in the kitchen. I shouldn't have told him that I didn't like the new cabinet set up. But it was the truth and not what I wanted or asked for. I think next time he'll let me explain myself and my choices before cutting me off. Yeah yeah yeah.

Tomorrow I go back to work with my client. I love the work but some things are going to have to change. I highly doubt that will happen. It's one of those "Be careful what you ask for..." moments.

Kinda like my now jacked-up pan cabinet.

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This Stream of Consciousness post has been brought to you by the letters B and D and is hosted by our traveling hostess, Fadra.












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Why Brothers Fight: Stream of Consciousness Sunday

Stream of Consciousness Sunday [str-ee-m • uf  • cons-shun-ness • sun-day] - noun
1. The clearing one's mind through a writing exercise.
2. An uninhibited list or post of one's thinking process.






Rules:
1. Set timer for 5 minutes.
2. Write. Keep it raw and unedited.
3. No one judges on spelling or grammar errors.
4. Link back on Fadra's page as she is our hostess with the mostess.
5. Follow the other participants.

Let's do this!

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The kids are officially on spring break. For the next two weeks. And while this was an event normally I would cherish, that was before I started working from home. I have a new client that demands a lot of my time. A LOT. And while that is good and all, forty-million calls a day and two whiny boys does not mix well.

Case in point. Just now they come in complaining because one was kicking the other's bike. Really? You are bothering me for this mundane crap? Back in my day, we took care of it. We didn't go whining to mom or dad because someone was bothering us.

I have tried and tried and tried and tried to get them to understand that they aren't toddlers anymore and they have got to learn to work out their differences and walk away. It doesn't seem to faze them in the least. They come whining to me and then when I handle it, they are both mad. It's a lose- lose all around.

Open door. Close door. Open door. Close door. It is going to be a long two weeks.

I used to think their sole mission in  life was to but and torture each other. I now think they torture each other to in effect, torture ME.



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Because I am nothing if not a follower

Why I have not done this in the past is beyond me. But Fadra's weekly hosting of stream of consciousness is pure genius. I LOVE posts like these. 


Anywho, here are the rules,blatently stolen carefully copied, pasted and given proper attribution from Ms. Fadra herself:

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
• Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
• Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
• Link up your post below.
• Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Alrighty then. I suppose it is time to get my timer on and start writing. I hope I don't go blind from all the red underlining that is sure to happen. Here goes my maiden voyage:

The timer has been set and now my fingers are flying.

I oftentimes wonder why it is that I keep this blog. To be discovered? To be famous? To hope someoone will read it.

I hold back a lot of things that I write about because I am afraid of what peopel will think of me. There are so many more talented poeple out there that I don't know if I have anything of value to offer.

OMG it is hard not to proofread and edit.

These past few months have been amazing for me personally. At least as far as being online goes. the bummer is the lack of income. Big Daddy is being very pateient and not asking for a whole lot, but on the other hand i have got to start making some money. I have written hundreds of articles for other people for literally pennies and have nothing to show for my own. Applying for a real writing job is next to impossible and I don't want to ask anyone for help for fear of sounding desperate. If I had more timme in the day maybe things would turn around but twelve and thirteen hours sitting at a comptuer desk can take a toll out on me. Or it is. Whatever I am trying to say.

good lord.

the timer is going to go off soon and I don't have enought stuff written. Then i have to hit publish for the whole world to see. yippee.

maybe this will be a good thing.

DING
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There you have it. Five minutes in the raw.


Riveting, isn't it?
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