Year 2, Day 110: 12/30/12

One Day to Go: I head back to Miami tomorrow.  I'm dreading it.  But I can't stay here - I'm beyond ready to leave.  What does one do when neither option is appealing?  How do you reconcile despair you feel with the necessity of the work you have to do.  One more day until I head back to Miami.  One more day left in this year.

Year 2, Day 109: 12/29/12

Two To Go: Two more days before I head back to Miami.  Not sure which is worse - being here and hating it, or being there and hating it.  Truly stuck between a rock and hard place.

Year 2, Day 108: 12/28/12

Singing In the Rain: Okay, not in the rain, but over at my brother's in his studio (his back room).  I got to sing the chorus for one song that he is working on (I even surprised him with  a suggestion for the song that worked), then another song he wrote that I tried to sing last year but just couldn't get it right.  It turned out much better today, though he still needs a real singer to make it work better.  Then he let me do a version of one of my favorite Melissa Etheridge songs.  All in all, not a bad day when you consider it was cold and rainy and dreary outside.  But don't get your hopes up - I'm not venturing into the music business any time soon.  I know I'm not a singer - I'm just a person who likes to sing.  But my brother deserves a chance to show people what he can do - I hope I can find a way to do that for him.

Year 2, Day 107: 12/27/12

Disrespect: My father has repeatedly asked his brother not to smoke in the house when I'm visiting.  And now that my nephew is staying here, he has asked him not to smoke in the house at all.  Yesterday, my uncle was smoking in the middle of the day and my Mom noticed.  She told my father who had to go in there and explain to my uncle that he didn't want him smoking in the house at all.  My uncle's excuse for ignoring him that time?  He thought I had gone over to my brother's house with my nephew, so he thought he was free to smoke.  Then tonight, while my nephew and I were sitting and watching tv, he was smoking again.  He thinks that we won't notice, but my nephew and I are both very sensitive to smoke.  My father doesn't smell it, so he has to be told.  I don't want to tell him this time, because he gets upset and goes and tries to talk to his brother.  But we all know that my uncle just doesn't care.  I'm not really as upset about the smoking in terms of how it affects me - what I care about is the disrespect that it shows to my father when my uncle ignores what his brother asks him to do.  My father has worked hard to keep a roof over his head.  He didn't have to allow his brother to move in with him - he just wanted to help him out.  But I'm going to have to tell my father that this is the last time I'm coming to visit him with my uncle here.  I can't deal with his rudeness, his disrespect, and yes, the smoke gets to me as well.  I hate to tell my family that, but I have to think of my own health and I can't allow someone else to put me in danger because they are rude, inconsiderate, and all in all, an asshole.

Year 2, Day 106: 12/26/12

Baking at Home: At the request of my mom, I baked cookies today.  Of course, I didn't have half of the supplies I needed and had to go to the store first, but the cookies turned out pretty well.  I made peanut butter cookies and also cutout sugar cookies.  New recipes for both since I forgot my recipe book when I left home, but I think both will be a keeper - they turned out so well.

Knitting at Home: I'm not likely to actually finish my 5 items in 5 days that I had hoped to do, but I did manage to complete the first one.  It's my first cowl and I think I like them a lot.  I can do the same pattern with different combinations of yarn and create some really nice pieces.  Now I just need my wrist to hold up.

Year 2, Day 105: 12/25/12

Christmas Is...I'm not sure what Christmas is anymore.  Today I got up and went for a run.  Came back and ate breakfast.  Finished cooking the jambalaya and red beans for dinner, and promptly tried to start knitting...though that fell through.  I did get to play a game and some cards with my family.  I did get to teach (or try to teach) my nephew how to knit (again).  I did get to watch some tv (How the Grinch Stole Christmas and the Princess Bride).  But it just didn't feel like Christmas.  Now a storm is blowing outside and we won't get the snow but we sure are getting the wind and the rain.  Now I'm just tired and will try to get some sleep...if my nephew will let me survive his late night Dr. Who watching.  Right now I'm having that odd feeling of being lonely though I'm in a house full of people...

Year 2, Day 102 - Day 104: 12/22/12 - 12/24/12

Lumping it All Together: I've never lumped any of my days together, but if there was ever a time to do that, it has been the last 3 days.  They have been momentous, for some odd reasons.  But they have also been enlightening.  Here is my rundown.

Day 102: 12/22/12 - I finally managed to meet up with Elaina for lunch, something we had talked about for a while now.  We decided to meet 1/2 way between where she was meeting and where I lived, and ended up in Brickell.  We wound up eating at a place called Dolores, but you can call me Lolita.  The prices weren't bad for that location and the sandwich was pretty good too (though completely bad for me).  It was good to talk to Elaina for a bit and also to enjoy one of the cooler days we've had in Miami.  We also hit the little farmer's market they have there.  Did you know there is a fruit out there that actually tastes and looks like chocolate pudding?  I'm so not kidding.  I think it is called the Sapote, but don't quote me on that.  Not that I bought one (wouldn't know what to do with it), but thought it was interesting.

Day 103: 12/23/12 - Getting ready to go home can be so tough, when you now live in a summer all the time environment and have to go to a winter environment.  I have to pack sweaters and long pants, along with the running gear, which takes up so much space.  Then there are my shoes, and my whole bag of knitting supplies.  That's right, one whole bag of knitting supplies.  I'm on a mission to make 5 different things while I'm home and I think I can do it.  But I also plan to stay busy - I'm going to need to, so that I don't think about some of the things that have been bothering me lately.

Day 104: 12/24/12 - Twas the day before Christmas and all through the house, everything smelled like cajun food, and we didn't even have a mouse (okay, so that was a bad rhyme, but it worked).  We decided to have a Cajun/Creole Christmas, with me doing all of the cooking.  So I made gumbo, jambalaya, Shrimp Étouffée, and red beans and rice.  And I AM TIRED!  But I got to spend time with my family and see my 9 year old nephew (I haven't seen him in 3 years or so).  Oh, and I'm also broke now.  Merry Christmas to me!

Year 2, Day 101: 12/21/12

A Day of Pain:  Wow, some days should only be meant for staying curled up in a ball in bed and not moving for anything other than another dose of ibruprofen.  Too bad I had to go in and set an example today for the others.  I made it to 2:30 and then had to call it a day.  The pain was finally bearable this afternoon and I managed to do a small workout in the house.  Now its creeping back up on me and I need to just call it a night, but a new book idea popped into my head and the story is fresh.  I can always sleep in late tomorrow!

A Much Needed Break: I need this break I'm getting for the holiday.  I think I was at my wit's end with my job and my life and if anything else had happened, I might have had a nervous breakdown.  Now I can spend some time doing what I want to do and relaxing and being creative, and thinking about what I really need to do with my life.  I hope I get some true clarity - that's all I want from this break time.

Year 2, Day 100: 12/20/12

If This is It: The world is supposed to end tomorrow.  I'm not worried though.  Why?  Well, partly because I don't think anything is going to happen.  But also partly because if the world is going to end, its not like there is anything I can do about it.  So freaking out and trying to change things isn't going to do anything except cause problems when you realize that NOTHING IS HAPPENING.  Grow up people - the craziness is of our own making and if this world is going to end, it is because we have killed it with our greed and hatred.

Too Old To Shift Books: It's funny how as a student assistant, shifting books, reshelving, etc. was no big deal.  Today I did it for about 4 hours and I'm so sour right now!  My thumbs, in particular, are really hurting (from grabbing the heavy books and moving them).  Tomorrow I'll help again and get covered in disgusting dirt (since the shelves haven't been cleaned in years and they are nasty!).  No wonder no one wants to use a book - I wouldn't want to be covered in dirt either!

Year 2, Day 99: 12/19/12

What's Your Motive? I didn't post yesterday because I needed some time to think about something that happened.  At the end of my day I stopped in to see someone who had asked to see me.  They then proceeded to inform me that some of my actions were being perceived as negative by others, that I needed to be discrete about spending time with my friends at work, but that they felt I was the right person for the job, I just needed to be more careful.  I left that meeting not sure how to react to this meeting or to what I felt were the persons true intentions.  The more they told me that they were doing this to help me, and that they were concerned about me, the more I felt as if I were being lied to and set up.  Perception is everything, right?  Here is the sad final truth that I woke up with in the morning:  I don't trust anyone within the workplace.  Everyone has an agenda and some of these agendas are harmful to others.  I've already been on the receiving end of someone negative agenda towards me and I don't plan on being caught unawares again.  No this, I am perceptive.  I watch and I learn.  I am not an idiot.  I will not let your erroneous perceptions change the way I am at work.  So, thank you for inviting me in for a meeting, for gracing me with your magnanimous presence, but I think I'll make my own decisions.

Year 2, Day 98: 12/18/12

Chronicling a Day of Craziness:  It's sad when you know that a day is going to be shitty before 10am.  Here is my chronicle of the craziness:

• Someone who has covered the same desk shift for an entire year, who has expressed an interest in that desk shift because they prefer the time, comes into my office to ask if they will be covering the shift for the entire semester (we used to schedule each week, I'm attempting to schedule for the semester) since I asked if the timing was still good.  They looked disappointed when I said yes.  I asked them if they wanted a different shift and they said no, but that they liked to occasionally work a different time.  I explained that there would be plenty of opportunities to work other shifts throughout the semester.  They didn't look appeased.
• People standing around in one office whispering so that they cannot be overheard.  Since the office is next to mine, I know it is about me or something that they don't want me to know.  Then they start talking at normal levels as if they hadn't just spent ten minutes whispering.
• Someone decides to send a student back to my officer to talk to them about student jobs in the library.  I know nothing about student jobs in the library - I'm new here!  I sat down and spoke with them, but the person who brought the student back knew all of this and still did it.
• Someone asking if they can do two rather than three hours on the desk because they want to devote more time to chat and roaming.  Really?  One hour is going to make a difference?  You'd think they were scheduled for 30 hours on the desk or something.

Strange Urges: today I was hit by two strange urges.  The first one was the urge to cry...for absolutely no reason.  The second was the urge to make a gingerbread house.  I hate gingerbread, by the way.  But I want to make a gingerbread house...from scratch.  Luckily the urge to do that wore off as the day went on.  But I did need some comfort food, so I made mac & cheese and cornbread muffins.

Year 2, Day 97: 12/17/12

Asking Too Much: There are a lot of things I've been asked to do that I don't always agree with.  But often they are tolerable because they don't really impact me as a person.  But today, I was asked to change my tactics, change my way, and treat people differently...just because I have to tolerate their immaturity.  I don't think this is fair, nor do I think I actually can do it.  I was told to treat them like children, but that's not what they really want me to do.  Because if that were really what they wanted me to do, I would take away all of their "toys," put them all in timeout, and not bother to include them in any conversations before I made a final decision.  The lies that are being told about me are ridiculous.  I'm being told that I'm not respectful enough of the hard work they've done, and that I need to try a different approach.  I say bullshit - they need to grow up.  I don't appreciate having my words twisted and then thrown into my face.  I don't appreciate being treated as if I've done something wrong just because I made a suggestion.  I don't appreciate having my time wasted by people who say one thing to your face, and then turn around and stab you in the back as soon as they can.  What do I think?  I think they can all kiss my ass.  I refuse to have them ruin and dictate my life this way.  It's time for me to make a real change - a major change.  And though I don't know what that is right now, I know it is not going to be catering to them.

Year 2, Day 96: 12/16/12 - "Be Yourself"

"To be yourself is all that you can do..." 

"Be Yourself" by Audioslave 

Nothing Gained: My poor friend is still sick. We made it out and about for some food and a little bit of shopping, but after about 2 hours, she was already beat.  I wish she could have had a better time here - that we could have hit the beach like we had hoped to, and see some of Miami Beach.  I guess we'll have to plan for another visit for her (without her cold that decided to come with her).

Year 2, Day 95: 12/15/12

Poor Baby: My friend, NG is sick!  She came for a visit and just wanted some time away, and instead she is coughing and has sinus pressure, etc.  Luckily no fever (yet), but still fairly miserable.  She's resting now, but I suspect she'll be coughing again later. Hopefully the Mucinex will kick in and give her some uninterrupted sleep. So much for the beach trip and not sure if we will make the holiday party we are scheduled to attend tomorrow.  We'll see how she feels tomorrow.

What Makes Me Happy...Seeing one of the blankets that I worked so hard on being used.  My cousin posts pictures of her one month old, and in one of them, she is being fed by her Great Grandmother and wrapped in the blanket I made.  This is why I knit..and bake...and try to do craftsy things.  Because I feel as if they will be more lasting than anything else that I do o this earth.  I always just want to give back, and by knitting, I do. 

Year 2, Day 94: 12/14/12

Waiting on the Doctor: I don't know why my doctor's office bothers to give me a morning appointment time.  They accept walk-ins as well on a first come, first served basis.  So even if I show up on time, I have to wait my turn.  This morning it meant I had to wait for 2 hours just to see the doctor for 5 minutes.  This is not a process that makes any sense to me!

Holiday Party Cheer: The library had its holiday party today and there were three things that struck me as odd:

1. We had the party down on the 2nd floor right in the heart of the library.  Granted, it is intersession and there aren't very many students, but the library was open and students could still go through this space.
2. They allow drinking on campus and at these parties. The number of people taking tequila and rum shots was crazy.  And there were at least 3 spiked drinks (including something called planter's punch) on hand.  I'm not sure if this is the best image to show to our students.  Add to the fact that people were getting louder and louder the more they drank, and I think they need to be more careful of this in the future.
3. There were people sitting together who normally don't have anything to do with one another.  It was very odd and disconcerting to see.

Year 2, Day 93: 12/13/12

NG is Here!  So glad my bestest buddy is here for the week.  She's going to be bored stiff sitting around my apartment while I have to work (no leave time), but hopefully we will hang out in the evenings when I'm home.  And we are going to hit the beach and a Christmas party on the weekend!  Now she needs to go to bed, because her eyes are drooping and she is snoring while awake!!!   We did make a gorgeous tres leches cake - which hopefully will taste as good as it looks! 

Year 2, Day 92: 12/12/12

Magical Dates: I'm really surprised at the number of people who believe that today's date actually has any significance, other than the repetitiveness of it.  It's not magical, or special, and it won't give you good luck if you were born or married on this day.  It's just another day.  Cynical much?  A little, but the number of people who place so much on the shoulders of happenstance and luck - its one of the reasons why our society is deteriorating like it is.  No one wants to take responsibility for anything and no one wants to actually make a decision.  But they want to blame others when things go bad.

Year 2, Day 91: 12/11/12

Yesterday was unremarkable, but I forgot to post about it (maybe not surprising).  Nothing of import has happened, but I did finish getting the apartment ready for a visitor.  Time to post about the actual date rather than the previous one.

Year 2, Day 90: 12/10/12

What Makes Me Happy: I had to step back today and really look at myself as I realized that I had been a bit down and sad all day.  Until I starting giving out batches of chocolate chip cookies to different people in the Libraries.  I watched as they started eating the cookies...and couldn't stop.  I then walked across campus and delivered cookies to two new people I had met in the College of Business.  I hope they liked them, but that wasn't the important part.  The important part was the fact that I left after delivering those cookies with the first real smile on my face that I had experienced all day.  I found that both sad and enlightening.  Sad, because I was happy about something that was not my career or my day to day activities.  Enlightened because I finally realized what truly made me happy (or at least one of the things that truly makes me happy).  It was a nice feeling after a very trying day.

Pissing Others Off: Yep, I did that today as well.  It wasn't intentional but I knew it was coming, though I was surprised by which person it was.  I almost snapped at them and I did raise my voice slightly (yes, in anger - because they were trying to cause problems after the fact...after the topic had been discussed and decided on...after they had been given the chance to really express their concerns...and after we had decided to give it a try!).  What did I accomplish other than making them mad?  Not sure yet - I'll just have to wait and see.

What Makes Me Happy 2: I came home and baked...even though I was tired and not feeling well.  I had to do it after the realization today.  I also had bananas that needed to be used up.  What did I create?  Slightly Tipsy Banana Cream Cupcakes.  Banana cake with banana cream filling and rum vanilla buttercream. 

Year 2, Day 89: 12/9/12 - "Runaway Train"

"So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there..."

-"Runaway Train" by Soul Asylum

Runaway Train: My life feels like a runaway train right now.  What I can't tell is, whether I'm the train or whether I'm on the tracks and the train is coming.  Either way, I feel like my life is spiraling out of control.  You know that odd sensation you feel when you know you've made a mistake and you're trying to figure out whether its going to be a huge one or a small one?  That's how I feel right now - struggling to figure out if there is a way to remedy these mistakes that I've made.  Trying to figure out how bad its going to be. Trying to figure out where I went wrong. 

Year 2, Day 88: 12/8/12

Personal Bests:  I don't have much to cheer about most days, but today I ran my personal best for 6 miles at 1 hour 13 minutes, 30 seconds.  This is nearly 5 minutes faster than I ever remember running outside.  And today it was humid enough that I wouldn't have expected to run very fast.  Maybe it was the rain storm that popped up during the 2nd mile.  Or maybe it was all of the angst I've had the last few days.  But I actually had 3 sub-12 minute miles (and they were barely sub, like by 3 seconds), but for me to nearly average 5 miles an hour for my full run, I was moving pretty well.  I paid for it afterwards, of course, and had to lay on the floor for nearly 20 minutes as soon as I hit the house.  I won't be using this as my marker for future runs - I'm considering this a fluke.  But it was a nice fluke to have.

Year 2, Day 87: 12/7/12

Recap of a Couple of Long Days:  I was too frustrated to post last night, but here is the final recap of everything that happened after I had my phone fall down the elevator shaft:

• I left work at 5pm so that I could make it down to the Verizon store and see if they could help me with my phone issue.  They very nicely confirmed that I would have to pay full price for a phone if I wanted a new one (in case you don't know, they run between $350 and $700).  I confirmed with them that I could get another computer somewhere else and use it instead.  They then told me that I should only buy a Verizon phone because another one wouldn't work.  I then went in search of a phone or a new battery for my old Blackberry.
• It took me nearly 30 minutes in traffic to get to the Walmart and they didn't have a Verizon phone.  I then went back down the road to Best Buy and their phones were as high priced as Verizon.  Plus, they didn't carry any batteries.  It took me nearly 15 minutes to find this out because they were so busy.  They were nice enough to point me towards BatteriesPlus, and even gave me directions.  35 minutes later I found the store only to find out they closed at 7pm (it was 7:30pm).  I headed home with a headache, hungry, and angry!
• I got up early on Friday so that I could stop by BatteriesPlus before I headed to my doctor's appointment.  Their website said they opened at 8am, their door said they opened at 8am.  It was 8:55am when I arrived and they weren't open!  I waited for about 10 minutes and then gave up and went to my appointment.  I got out in time to head back there and they were open this time.  I had to pay $40 for a battery (yes, this is a rip off!), but was able to go right next door and have them turn my phone on.

So I have a phone again - I really want my touch screen back and my Blackberry is finicky, but at least it works.  I'll have to do some soul searching to figure out if I want to spend any money on my phone any time soon.

Year 2, Day 86: 12/6/12 - "Shattered (Turn the Car Around)"

No lyrics, just a song title in honor of my phone, which nose-dived down an elevator shaft and basically shattered.  I am a royal fuck up.  That is all.

Year 2, Day 85: 12/5/12

When Cell Phones Commit Suicide: That's how I'm choosing to look at the situation I find myself in right now.  Here is what happened...

I was on the elevator on my way to a meeting on the 8th floor.  The elevator stopped on the 7th floor and I moved to allow a student to get out of the elevator.  My phone was resting on a stack of papers I had in my hand (I had no pockets today and my keys were in my other hand).  My phone slid off of the papers and headed straight for the floor.  I reached for it, expecting it to bounce out of the elevator and into the lobby area for the floor.  Instead, my phone bounced twice and then slid right into the gap between the elevator and the floor.  I heard a couple of clanks and then nothing else.

I asked the ladies in Admin what to do and they said they would call facilities, since they were the ones who had helped people get keys out of the elevator shaft (so obviously this is not an isolated incident and items find their way into that space quite often).  I went to my meeting expecting to hear that my phone had been found by the time I got done.  1.5 hours later, I check in with the ladies and they inform me that facilities has said they no longer provide this service.  In other words, they weren't going to get my phone for me.  I called facilities myself and was told that they couldn't help me because the men who worked there did not have access to the "pit" area.  They then suggested I speak to the supervisor of those men to see if he could help me.  I called and got no answer, so I left a voice mail.  And I waited.  And waited.  And nothing.  So I asked the security guard what he would suggest I do, and he said that calling facilities was what they always did.  He suggested I call the campus police.

I give campus police a call and they inform me that it is facilities that used to do this, but that they no longer provide this service because it is a liability.  They had apparently not retrieved the keys of a young woman just a few days earlier. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!!  They actually think this response is okay?  I e-mailed the same person I had called so that he would understand that this issue was serious.  I basically told him that this level of service or lack thereof was not acceptable for any member of the FIU community, whether they were faculty like me, or students.  Now I wait to see what his response is (it will have to be tomorrow).  If he still refuses to help me, I'm taking this to so many people they won't even know what hit them.  If I have to call the president's office I will.  There is no way that not helping me when something like this happens can be acceptable at FIU.  If they truly think it is acceptable, then I now have another reason to not want to continue working at this place.  The lack of respect and care they have shown to me (and obviously to others with this new rule) needs to be brought to the forefront.  Everyone will hear about it, regardless of whether I get my phone back.

As for my phone - I hope it is happy now.  It's likely dead and in 7 pieces, but I want all 7 of those pieces back!

Year 2, Day 84: 12/4/12 - "Taste of Your Love"

"I don't need nothin'

I don't need nothin'

I don't need nothin' but a taste of your love..."

-"Taste of Your Love" by Due West

Some Good, Some Bad: Funny day today - with some good feelings and some bad.  The best news?  A great meeting with the people over at the College of Business.  We might be able to get them to continue to pay for a particularly expensive resource that the faculty not only requested, but heavily use.  I'm hoping that we find out what other resources we are both paying for in common and possibly reduce the amount of money we are shelling out.  The bad?  Today was another day where I was reminded of my loneliness.  My friend texted me with the news that her ex-husband is getting married again and this made her feel like a loser.  I can commiserate, as this is how I feel all the time as I watch others move through life so normally.  I can't even find a date, let alone a boyfriend or potential husband/father of my children.  I reminded my friend that she was not a loser and that what was bothering her was just how unfair life is.  What else do you call it when the person who cheated her someone is now the one able to find someone else for their life.  While the one who was cheated on is still searching?  Or when a good person with so much to give, cannot find anyone willing to find out how good she is?  Thinking about that is too sad, so I'll move on for now.

Year 2, Day 83: 12/3/12

You Have Got to Be Kidding Me!  I've heard it said, that sometimes having someone from the outside taking a look at the way things work can be useful.  Today I saw the opposite of that, when someone who knows nothing about how a library works enforced their "view" of how things should work on a process they knew nothing about.  I was ready to throw something, I was so angry today!  When we need guidance and support, we get someone's individualized view of things and their absolute blindness to what they really need to be focusing on.  Now we have to try to work around and through this person rather than with them. They weren't done either - the conversation continued after the meeting when they took their time to try to convince me that we needed to restructure a pre-planned space so that we could create individualized spaces that were themed by subject areas.  I'd say that if we were building a graduate library, then that would be right on the money.  But we are not, and our library is very much undergraduate focused (as is the norm).  We can't tell the students how to use the libraries and the spaces - no matter how hard we try to do this, the students will do what they want to do and change anything we institute.  We can put up a sign that says "social sciences" but the odds of only students studying in those areas sitting there are slim to none.  The same can be said for the new computers - they will have powerful multimedia software on them...but most students will be doing something other than multimedia work.  Okay, off of my soap box for now...but I'll likely have to get back on it soon!

Year 2, Day 82: 12/2/12

Devastation: I wasn't sure if I was going to write about the tragedy in Kansas City until tonight, when I heard Bob Costas reading the words of a writer in Kansas City.  The man said a lot of things that I agreed with, but there was one statement that he made that I had to disagree with.  He said that if Jovan Belcher had not had a gun, then his girlfriend and he would still be alive.  Now, I agree with the statement that guns don't kill people, people kill people.  If this writer is naive enough to believe that Jovan would not have found a way to kill his girlfriend without a gun, then he clearly has no understanding of domestic violence.  Restraining orders, don't work.  Jail, doesn't work.  If someone is intent on killing their partner (male or female), they will find a way to do it, and they sure as hell wouldn't need a gun.  The gun was just a means to an end for Belcher.  If he had not had the gun, he would have used a knife, or his hands, or who knows what else.  So, Mr. Writer, please get your head out of your ass and actually pay attention to what you are saying - absence of a gun was not going to save that young woman or Belcher.

Year 2, Day 81: 12/1/12

Where Did the Time Go?  I almost forgot to pay my rent today because I didn't realize it was the 1st.  Luckily I remembered to set a reminder on my phone, so the alarm let me know.  But I can't believe that it is December already.  Christmas is now only 25 days away and there is so much (non-Christmas related) that I still need to do.  I guess I'll just have to keep doing things 1 day at a time.

So Blue.  I'm working on a baby blanket (yes, another one) and this one is in blue.  I'm starting to hate the color, along with the pink I used all of last month for the pink blanket.  I'm a little sad that I won't be able to get this one done before the babies arrive for my friend, but I'm sure she will still appreciate them when I finally finish them.

Year 2, Day 80: 11/30/12

Nothing to say...so I won't pretend and try to force myself to write something.