Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

Ogre? Thanks for the clothespin. Got any more? I’ve got lots of candy I can trade for it…

Why do I blog? Yes, it’s a meme, but I’m going to run my mouth a bit more than the others did.

At no point did I ever think this little exercise in writing would turn out to be my Magnum Opus, my life’s great whine record. This is the first (and only) journal I’ve ever written regularly in. Really. Truly. In my entire life. Neither did I expect anyone to read me and my whining writing, much less leave commentary.

This blog was born out of my need to get it all out. I was reeling from the breakup, the move back in with my folks, PPD, and I sat in front of the computer for hours. Writing, gaming, reading, chatting, ANYTHING to keep my (fat) ass in that chair and away from any interaction with another human being face to face. I planned my grocery trips for the times when the only people in the store were me and the employees.

As you can see, the “TIME CAVE” acronym applies as a phrase for me, not necessarily as the separately defined letters.

With the passing of time, a lot of these things have faded from screaming issues to a gentle throbbing ache every now and then. I found other bloggers who felt the way I did at the time, as well as message boards.

Part of the meme is to pick a post that is representative of you. The downside of being such a changeling throughout the years is that there really ISN’T one single post that I can say hit *all* of me. Mea culpa, but I just can’t do it.

I’m tucking the rest of the meme (the massive link-love directory) behind the “more” tag. My sincere apologies to those who would prefer to not read and/or click through. Also? Please tag yourselves because I’d rather pick your nose than pick you to make an obligatory post.

Today is October 29.

My mother is in the kitchen, happily having lunch and

listening to Christmas Carols.

HELP ME!

1. Inaugural :: address
2. Pledge :: donate
3. String :: tie
4. Trot :: horse
5. Fitness :: center
6. Cinder :: fire
7. Edge :: gel
8. 31 :: flavors
9. Blue :: velvet
10. Leather :: butter (actually – buttah)

Week 247

Is the pro account really worth it?

I’m very well aware of the social networking aspect of it, and my photography is vastly improved (mostly due to a better camera).

But.

I have a gracious plenty of space and bandwidth to host my own photos here, and not have to worry about censorship, someone else’s rules, or their server going down.

Have I gone down this road before?????

This is my first entry into the Tar Heel Tavern Blog Carnival, where the topic is “the drought in NC”.

With most of North Carolina under some type of drought watch, the only thing I could think of was to catch as many images of the rain that fell today.

Because my family is on well water, I don’t often give much thought to the drought. The only times our well hasn’t provided for our family were the times when the pump needed repair. It’s never gone dry that I know of.

And then there are the times when I look at the news, when I read that other cities are days away from empty pipes, and I wonder what will happen to them. Will they leave the cities in search of what I take for granted? Will families scatter to the four winds in a dust-bowl version of Katrina? I already know this will exacerbate our image as “Land of plenty – as long as you’re (fill in your own blank)”.

We regularly abuse our supplies. There are plenty of alternatives, they’re just outside of most building codes, or a pain to implement – and we’re lazy people. Things like using sink water to flush the toilets and using a dry well for the washing machine (after washing a full load, of course). Oh, and my all-time favorite idea – Constructed wetlands for sewage treatment.

I’ve been to more radical websites, where they say indoor plumbing is the worst thing that could’ve happened to our water supply. It takes away the need to *think*. When you’re carrying buckets of water up from the river, you calculate each and every drop’s use so you don’t have to carry more than you need. With indoor plumbing, that drop becomes an annoying noise in the middle of the night that requires earplugs.

The solution, I’m afraid to tell you, is not going to be a one-size fits all.

Miracle Max: You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.

The laundry is caught up, thanks in a very incredibly large part to Holly. I went to work and came home to piles and piles of beautifully folded laundry. Is she not the absolute best??!!??

Joe has been sick off and on since last Thursday. It’s driving me slightly insane – Thursday he was sick. Friday he was fine. Saturday he was sick. Sunday he was fine. Monday he was fine. 3AM today? Sick – and in the bathroom regularly since. Don’t worry, I’ve already called the Dr. and slipped him an acidophilus capsule while waiting (for the record? Chocolate milk is an awesome delivery system.) We both need naps, and at this point it looks like it’ll be tomorrow before we can be seen. Drat it.

So what have I done with all my ideas bubbling, burbling, etc? Registered a domain name. Remembered that the best thing I can do for a particular client is to simply improve his access and ability to update his site. Researched CMS for the domain I registered.

Now? I’m off to do homework. The ice is thin here and there, and I’m skating with an 80 pound weight on my back.

not just for blog posts, but about my “life” on the internet as well.

I just spent two days with people who not only “get” this whole blogging thing, but are interested in making it (harder better faster stronger) work. “On Fire” is not quite the correct phrase – I’m not being consumed by a burning desire to blow the top off the web, but. BUT. it’s becoming more and more obvious to me that I need to be doing more than I am. The question is…in what way??!!?? I’ve done (and am doing) the message board thing. There’s no time left for me to do a podcast, unless I keep the topics really super-general and put 10 or so in the can and toss ‘em up (eew.)

As I sat in Raleigh, waiting for Holly’s flight to land (45 minute delay) all I could think of was Jason Calacanis demonstrating the power of social networking and now nice it’d be to do something similar. Killing an hour in an unfamiliar town is murder on the psyche, especially when you don’t know where the free wireless is! (And and? when you know you’re missing good food and good company it gets a little forlorn. Just a smidge.)

The last of my pics are uploading now. The laundry room is piled high, the livingroom looks like it wants to be hit by a tornado (because then it might just get clean again), and I think it’s time for me to stare at the ceiling and work out this plan for myself.