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WordPress Problems

1 Apr

Just letting you guys know, WordPress app is posting my posts in the wrong blogs. They should all be going to the nanojeno.wordpress.com blog, not 3dknits (which is my knitting blog) or bookmarks (which I should be deleting here as I have not used that in years).

I posted last night from a computer and that also posted it to the wrong blog, so there’s something awry with WP.

To clarify: nanojeno.wordpress.com is my main blog. Should this get posted elsewhere, and you are interested in following my further posts, please check out and add that one. .

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35 minutes until I can Nano my butt off!

1 Apr

Currently at work, my eyes seem to be glued to the clock.  I have mad butterflies in my stomach and I’m pretty sure my intestines can’t clinch any tighter.  Thus, the beginning of Camp Nanowrimo! I’m so excited to start writing, I can’t even begin to tell you how much my mind is wandering to those first few words.  I have decided against posting on the forums, or even writing them down on a piece of paper while I’m here at work due to the fact that I may get on a roll then have to stop to go home.  I fear not being able to pick it up again.

So I’m opting for writing a quick blog.

I visited my cabin.  Claimed my bunk, and am now comfy cozy at home.  My cabin mates all seem to be great so far, I just introduced myself, but they seem to talk more than last April’s Camp, which is always a good thing.  There’s just something about having to be stranded in the middle of nowhere with people who can’t even say ‘good morning’ to you.  

Thirty minutes to go.  I should probably be busy doing something else.  In security, there’s always cameras on you, and I have one over my shoulder right now.  My left shoulder to be exact.  It’s placed about ten feet off the wall and aimed directly at the computer I’m sitting at.  I’m a rebel, I know.  At least I can type without looking at my fingers, I’m still watching the cameras in between checking the clock.  Yay multitasking!

I’m also excited because in one month and two days, it will be my 30th birthday.  My 20’s were wonderful, but I’m ready to move onto that next level.  I’m hoping not to hear ‘you’re still a baby’ as much as I did when I can officially call myself thirty.  There’s just a bias against twenty-somethings that you can never really shake no matter how much wisdom you put into something.  People older than me will always be that way, and I have accepted being younger than them, but at the same time, how old do I have to get before that ‘baby’ label is wiped off my front?! 

Oh well.  I have closing duties to do.  

For everyone who is Camping along with the rest of us, good luck!

Nostalgic Nightmares

13 May

When i was young, i used to love watching television.  The commercials also managed to keep my attention for a while, especially the McDonalds and Kids Crete Sparkling toothpaste commercials.

That is until i had a nightmare featuring the kids Crest Sparkling Toothpaste blob and Ronald McDonald…together.

I usually am reminded of this dream a couple of times a year, then forget about it in time.  Tonight, however, while painting my nails, my topcoat smelled of the kids create toothpaste from my youth and i was taken back to the morning i awoke, clutching a heart shaped pillow mygrndmother had made for me…which was also part of the dream…and was also disposed of shortly thereafter.

I had watched the wizard of oz a LOT as a kid, so it was no surprise that this nightmare took place in my own fantasy Kansas world.  A tornado had chased me, and with it, the pillow had somehow worked itself in to be a villain. This was only half unsettling.

Enter Ronald McDonald and the Blob.  They both claimed that my life would be saved from the tornado if i would only marry one of them.

For what felt like hours, they hounded my dream that night, each taking an arm and pulling me, forcing me to pick which one of them I’d marry.

To this day, just the sight of either character brings an evil shiver to my spine and has me wanting my mommy. 

Probably the reason why i don’t  care for clowns.  I’m not particularly scared of clowns…i just don’t like them.

Do you guys remember the blob?  Go YouTube him if you don’t know what I’m talking about, and get an idea of what i fear.  Picture him dueling it out with Ronald for my hand, and picture yourself as an 8 year old girl.

I haven’t yet had a dream about the only other character from my childhood that scares me…the McDonalds man-in-the-moon Guy.  For an extra spooky encounter, go look him up, too.

I assure you, once you see it…it can’t be unseen.

*shivers and whimpers*