So, it occurred to me today that this poor, poor, lonely little blog is neglected. Its like I'm some negligent mother who forgot her kid at karate practice, hopped a plane for Acapulco with a nagging feeling that she forgot to pack something but with the assurance she can buy it duty free when she gets there, only to realize four (or five) umbrella drinks into her vaca exactly what it is she forgot.

Whoops.

So here I am trying to think of some sexy story that I could tell to get this thing rollin' again.

Sexy story... sexy story... ah!

An opportunity (that I don't want to divulge just yet) has come across my proverbial desk. Which got me thinking about opportunities. Life, in a sense, is a series of opportunities. We're born, thus given the opportunity of life. We grow, experience an array of emotions and events, fall in and out of love, hate and forgive, mourn and rejoice. Certain milestones within our lives present other opportunities. An appreciation of learning presents a path to further and continued enlightenment--if the individual so chooses. Likewise, love leads to the possibility life long commitment or, conversely, a life of solitude--two diversely divergent possibilities born of the same opportunity. And so on, and so on, and so on.

The question then becomes, if these opportunities are floating out there, nebulous yet ripe for the taking, why do so many slip through our fingers? Why do we let factors like money, ties to places and people, and fear hold us back? Why don't we jump more often?

As I continue to ponder the possibility of this opportunity becoming a reality, I find myself running the numbers, fretting over the intricacies, reveling in the possibilities. I find myself standing at the edge of a precipice, and I am ready to jump.

So.... its been a loooong time and no blog. So updates are in order I suppose?

Life is moving a long, the big 3-0 approaches this year. I'm not scared, really, I'm not . The job is still... the job. I'm teaching a Screenwriting class Term III which should be fun... or funny. I'm not certain yet.

I'm considering the merits of just picking up and relocating and worrying about gainful employment once I get there. I've narrowed "there" down to the following lucky cities/regions:

• Savannah, GA
• New Orleans, LA
• Some place close to sister in NC
• Some place in CA
• Scotland
• New Zealand

You should feel lucky, you lucky duck cities/regions! Seriously, though, I'm not sure how much more of New York (the state, not the city) I can take. I really don't enjoy this state. Mostly, I think its the snow.

Progress on the writing is... slowly starting up again. I have a new idea that I think I'm going to try to develop as a short story first, and then a longer piece. I'm kind of under a gun or sorts to get something published. I mean, I should get serious about this writing stuff right, especially since I spent all that money on a useless degree that says I CAN write, right?

The boy front is... stagnant. I think I'm finally to the point I'd like to meet someone and apparently I've forgotten how to go about doing that. It fascinates me to a degree...

My knitting is kicking my a$$ lately. I think this specific ball of yarn is cursed as it has attempted to become three different projects, and epically failed each and every time. So... yeah, cursed.

Other than that, boring as heck here.

Labels: knitting, love life, work, writing

So... I apparently have knitting ADD. Instead of knitting Stardust, I've decided to knit Lace Ribbon.

Yarn: Stork, Dale of Norway in a bright blue. Originally, this yarn was intended for a sock pattern BUT lacks elasticity needed to hold socks up. So... kicky scarf it is!

Progress: Two pattern repeats, about 4". I started this thing like six times--seriously--before it actually took off. I'm diggin' the pattern, its easily memorized yet difficult enough (for me at least) that I don't get bored.

Labels: knitting

Seriously, major suckage happening over here on MULTIPLE fronts.

Writing is at an all time low. I was doing SO WELL, getting an average of 4 hours in a day. I was starting to think I was a "for real" writer and then... nothing. Nothing for the past three weeks. WTF. I have free time today, as I have no work scheduled, but now I'm waging a battle between what I'd like to do (write) and what I should do (clean). Days, nay weeks, like this make me feel like why even bother? Like I'm never going to be successful and I might as well just give the fuck up right now.

Looks as though I'm not going to be switching blog platforms. I'm so not in love with Blogger, but it allows me to change the look (assuming I can figure out the new *improved* Blogger) if I so choose--which I do--whereas Wordpress does not. Well, it does but I have to pay for it. And I definitely do not get enough traffic to warrant paying for a little corner of the internets to call my own.

I've been going to the gym for about three weeks now and all it has managed to do is prove to me that I am no longer 23 and thus my body does not bounce back into shape as quickly. In the last two to three years, I've managed to gain about 20+ pounds, which for me is a lot. I've never been athletic perse but I do have an athletic build (0r at least I used to). In my teens and early 20s I could lose weight at the drop of a hat, thus I could eat and drink my face off. Well, not so much anymore. I joined the Y and have been working my ASS off... figuratively not literally. WTF.

*Sigh* Suppose I should clean... or write. Or something.

Labels: exercising, rant, working out, writing

I am switching (I think). Take a peak over here.

I'm just not 100% happy with Blogger since they "updated." Don't get me wrong, great program to get my blogging feet wet in but I think I'm ready for some big girl blogging now.

The new one isn't 100% complete yet. I need to get up my blog roll and figure out a few things. And the picture is kind of canned--I'm going to work on getting one of my own up there. Other than that... very much so liking it!

Also, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!

Labels: blog, blogging

When I first got a cell phone, I went with Cingular because they had the best package for the least amount of money and the best coverage (I got coverage all the way from Boston to Ithaca NY). I loved my new cell phone goodness and, until Cingular became AT&T, I had absolutely no problem what-so-ever with my service.

And then they switched. And the "issues" started.

First there was the rebate, which is the only reason I got my current phone, that came in the form of a gift card vs. a credit on my account. And when said gift card expired a mere six month later, I called and asked that they replace it. This request, which I did not feel was outside the realm of customer requests or expectations, was met with hostile resistance. After speaking on several occasions with different costumer service reps and one manager, they finally reluctantly issued me a new gift certificate DESPITE the fact I asked they apply it towards my bill.

Then there was the phone issue. The current phone I have is a piece of sh*t. It got wet THROUGH MY BACK POCKET (caught in the rain one day) and stopped working. Rather than issue me a new phone, which I felt I rightfully deserved as it was an issue from their end as I felt it was a faulty product and all (I mean hello, the phone I had before this did NOT do that and I dropped it in the freakin' toilet one day), they gave me this whole run around. It took me threatening to pay the $200 to quit their company and go to a major competitor for AT&T to grudgingly offer me a new used phone. Which does not work properly--it cuts out at weird times like when I have all the bars. So, needless to say, I took this phone into the little store in the mall and asked what I can do. I even suggested that perhaps they could give me another gently used phone to replace this gently used phone with. Their response was to say that they couldn't do anything, I had to buy a new phone unless I wanted to send my current phone--at MY EXPENSE--to their phone "body shop" to be fixed which I would have to pick up the tab for.

And then there's today. I get my bill, I look at it and its $90. WTF. I don't call anyone, I have a plethora of roll-over minutes (which expires every 12 months, BTW), and I had switched to a messaging plan that was more than three times the amount of texts I currently had. So... WTF. Come to find out, despite what the guy one the phone who helped me switch had said, I was being charged for going over my previously allotted 400 messages. I was VERY CAREFUL to ask the gentleman I spoke to if that was going to happen as I've learned that you need to do so in order to be prepared to argue the charge on the next bill. Needless to say, I was miffed that I had been charged, expressed said miffedness, and promptly demanded they fix it.

They did.

I'm still switching.

Labels: cell phone, rant