I opened the drapes that was the weekend this morning and stepped outside to the new week. There wasn’t much to reflect on or dig my mind into while a Monday pulls me kicking and screaming by its snarling mouth. There was no surrendering as I gently transitioned.
The events weren’t all that grand and at times it almost became too quiet, but quiet is good, and after last weekend it was needed.
I wrote. I wrote and I made a few site graphics. The graphics only took a few minutes, but the thought process took hours. “What do I want?” “How do I convey geek and chic?” I tried things with make up, lipsticks, clutches, heels, bags, etc. And then I decided “Kissing the geeky side of myself!” Or showing the sexy merge that geek and chic can be. Or I was just sick and tired of trying out things and said, “Screw it.” Take your pick.
I did it as I was laying on my arm while on the sofa, glancing up periodically to watch The Disney Channel. I’m feeling the sting today from laying on my arm while doing everything with one hand on my keyboard/mouse. Combine that with an horrible muggy evening in which I tossed/turned all over my bed- each corner that was left/right/up/down… even wrapping myself up in the sheets that created a difficult situation when I had to jump up to use the bathroom.
Today my left arm is pretty much useless. I had V-bear attempt to pop it after I got to work… well my wrist popped as he yanked on my arm (cringe). I told him that it did nothing for my shoulder but distract me from THAT pain.
It hurts really bad
I may do something more or less with the graphics. It’s my way of thinking while I plan on a redesign for another site. Much like writing- when I blog, it frees my mind up to do some actual writing elsewhere. Perhaps not right now – but definitely later.
I guess that’s all for my ramblings right now being as I started this at 7:50 while my coffee was cooling and applications were opening up- I wound up getting extremely busy and it’s almost 2pm now- still busy.
You’ll also notice the ads on the site… I’m trying out a google way to earn some extra $ and if I’m happy with it, I may explore other avenues as well. Gun point doesn’t seem to work in cyberspace (sigh).








Ouch!
Sorry to hear about the arm.
The worst, most frightening night event that ever happened to me when i was a child was one night when I was about 8. I was just drifting off on a hot summer night and I stuck my hand under my pillow to find a cool spot. As I pushed my hand further under the pillow I suddenly encountered. . . another hand.
Time stopped for a moment, as did my heart. There was a HAND under MY pillow. Ah! I was just about to let out a scream to end all screams when I realized it was my other hand. I had actually fallen asleep and lost feeling in it.
To this day when I think scary kid stuff, I think disembodied hand under my pillow.
B from AG
Ouch!
Sorry to hear about the arm.
The worst, most frightening night event that ever happened to me when i was a child was one night when I was about 8. I was just drifting off on a hot summer night and I stuck my hand under my pillow to find a cool spot. As I pushed my hand further under the pillow I suddenly encountered. . . another hand.
Time stopped for a moment, as did my heart. There was a HAND under MY pillow. Ah! I was just about to let out a scream to end all screams when I realized it was my other hand. I had actually fallen asleep and lost feeling in it.
To this day when I think scary kid stuff, I think disembodied hand under my pillow.
B from AG
Ouch!
Sorry to hear about the arm.
The worst, most frightening night event that ever happened to me when i was a child was one night when I was about 8. I was just drifting off on a hot summer night and I stuck my hand under my pillow to find a cool spot. As I pushed my hand further under the pillow I suddenly encountered. . . another hand.
Time stopped for a moment, as did my heart. There was a HAND under MY pillow. Ah! I was just about to let out a scream to end all screams when I realized it was my other hand. I had actually fallen asleep and lost feeling in it.
To this day when I think scary kid stuff, I think disembodied hand under my pillow.
B from AG