Break time...

"Don't let your mind bully your body into believing it must carry the burden of its worries."- Astrid Alauda


I know things are sucking for a lot of people lately. Stress is running rampant. Things are ugly and you feel beyond tired. I understand, and I really feel for you. So that's why I'm giving you permission to take a break.

No, seriously. Just put everything down and walk a way for a bit. Take any kind of break you need; be it mental, emotional, social, or physical. Sadly, the cause of your stress isn't going to magically go away. (I'm not that talented.) But, despite your fears it isn't going to get worse either unless you ignore it for an extended period of time.

What are you waiting on? Oh, maybe you don't know how to de-stress. I don't know what exactly will work for you, but I'll share some of my stress busters.

Music is probably my most used one. I'll put on a specific playlist and sing till my throat hurts. I focus solely on the music and lyrics. Everything else slides away and I relax.

Watching a movie or reading a book is also a good way to relax. I do think that it should be something you haven't seen or read before. Because, if you have the stress will creep back in during a boring part.

Sex is often another recommended way to deal with stress. Let's face it sometimes that just isn't feasible. I also don't think it's a good idea to find a fuck buddy when you are stressed. I mean come on, everyone knows that is for extreme cases of boredom or drunkenness*. But, hell if you have access, ya might as well take advantage of it.

Finally, my second best way to deal with stress is to meditate and go to your happy place. Everyone should have a happy place, and they should make it super fucking slamming.


Until next time, "Oh but it's okay to breathe your worries away when everything and everyone tries to lead you astray. Hold your own, hold your ground, hold to light when you're down and always believe that there's a way back home."**

autumn



*- Please note, Autumn does not condone casual sex in the cases of boredom or drunkenness. After all her father reads this blog.

**- The until next time is lyrics from Hold by Axium.

Really?

"Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life."- Ludwig van Beethoven


So I can align chakras. I can manipulate energy. I can call elements... I can not for the life of me tune this damned guitar. I know, I know... The strings are new and apparently new strings stretch rapidly. (It so would have been nice to know that before.) I've only had it for a few hours and it takes time to learn these things.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm a desperately impatient person?

I thought that after these few hours I would be bitching that my fingers hurt and that the F chord could eat my ass. (That's just an example. I'm not sure yet if the F chord will become my nemesis. Although I am sure at least one will.)

Have I ever mentioned that I really love bitching?

Heh, don't worry though. I am about to go teach this guitar that I'm the boss around here and that it will do what I say.

Until next time, no it's still to sharp damnit.
autumn

Days like today... may just be perfect.

"While we try to teach our children all about life, Our children teach us what life is all about."- Angela Schwindt


I spent the day with Little Bit. For those of you who aren't mind readers, Little Bit is my niece. Little Bit is two years old. She is growing up so fast and it's amazing to watch. We spent the day playing with Barbies, dancing to the Wiggles, and well I'm not sure what the other games were that she invented. But, it was a blast.

I love watching her learn new things. She is fascinated with music and drawing. She is determined to figure everything out and learn to do it herself. I have to say my brother has done a great job so far. She has even learned that I well placed pout and an "I sowwy" can get you out of any trouble you encounter. Such as pulling out every wash cloth in the closet and taking them to your room. Granted she had an undeniable reason for doing so. "Barbie Blanket".

She has me there. Barbies do indeed need blankets. They would be cold otherwise.

Until next time, or however long it takes me to knit Barbie blankets.
autumn

I am me.

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.- Sylvia Plath


I thought it might be nice to get to know each other. I want to hear about things you've learned, who you are, and even what you aren't. Since I imagine you are shy, I will start.


I've learned that a glass of tea plus a keyboard equals death and destruction.

I try to see beauty in everything. At least, that's what I use to tell my parents when they asked why I hadn't finished cleaning my room.

When I was little I wanted to be a fashion designer. Yes, Ms. What-do-you-mean-my-closet-is-lacking-color-Gray-and-Black-are-totally-colors wanted to design things for other people to wear.

I have more hobbies ::coughobsessionscough:: than Bella has shoes.

I enjoy all things spooky and scary except bats...

I've learned that one of my best friends wants me to get a pet bat. Which obviously means that he wants me to get rabies and die.

Nothing is funnier than seeing an owl divebomb the aforementioned best friend's head, and hearing him scream like a little bitch.

I have learned that slamming off the water faucet is not a great defense against an unknown skeery thing. (That was just for you Ethan.)

Obviously, my friends and I spend way to much time trying to freak the other out.

I am convinced that my dentist is a government paid torturer by night. In my mind that is the only reason for the insane amounts of pain that he causes me.

I dislike birthdays immensely and think that if they have to be acknowledged at all they should be refered to as Escape from the Womb Day.

The phrase “the best thing ever.” is the best thing ever with “blank rocks my face off” as a close second.

I am addicted to myspace surveys.

Finally, I never get to bed at a reasonable time. As I am typing this, I realize that I should have been asleep hours ago.


So, that's part of me. We may make this a running blog and pick it up from time to time. That's something to think about at any rate.

Until next time, here I come sleep.
autumn

grrrr

This is your blog. My keyboard died and I am blogging by phone. Fucking keyboard. I mean really… emailing myself from the phone and then copy and pasting sucks major ass. grrrr. Oh and this means I am stuck on windows till I replace this bullshit. emailing log-in info and passwords suck more. Fuck.

autumn

We don't say it enough...

"We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude."- Cynthia Ozick


This is a note to say thank you. Thank you for helping those who can not help themselves. Thank you for defending what we all hold dear. Thanks you for sacrificing in ways that we can not imagine. Thank you for your patience with those who just don't get it.


"Unselfish and noble actions are the most radiant pages in the biography of souls."- David Thomas



Until next time, Happy Veterans Day.
autumn

I don't think it's cheating...

"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit."- Albert Schweitzer


So, is it cheating to write a blog about not having a blog to write? Because, guess what? That is totally what you are reading. I mean, it's words... In my mind that totally counts.


Actually, I had a migraine and was avoiding the evil white glare of my word processor. After many Excedrin, dark corners, and begging anyone who looked at me to cut off my head it slowly started fading away. Granted by that time, Shameless had come over to hang out. Which was followed by me going to see Ethan. Let's face it, since Ethan rarely comes into town I wasn't going to blow him off to write.


You get this. Which hey, at least I posted. Right?


Actually if you need something new and exciting... I did a booty dance over a peanut butter and jelly sandwich tonight. I haven't done that since I was in middle school. To be fair the middle school me wasn't really dancing over pb & j. It was more of a yay-I-didn't-get-grocery-store-chicken-salad-which-is-really-more-vomit-in-a-cup-salad dance.


I've decided tonight's impromptu dance means that I'm enjoying the simple things in life more. Or, that I was really hungry. Ya know, whichever.


Until next time, dance away.
autumn

Feeling my way...

"A half-baked idea is okay as long as it's in the oven."- Unknown


That is my new mantra. I have to stop worrying about where my writing is going. After all as long as it's going, it will have to end up somewhere. If I don't like it then I will just have to revise it.


I also need to remind myself that quote applies to this blog as well. As of right now, I'm not sure where I will end up. I know what I want to accomplish but not how to get there. That is ok, I was the exact same way with my other blog.


After all what better way to find my feet than forcing myself to post on here daily. So yup thanks NaBloPoMo.


Until next time, maybe I'll have something to write about.
autumn

I'm asking you to help me...

"It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong."- Voltaire


This weekend there are several more protests regarding Prop 8, that unfortunately seems like it will be passed. There as been a small amount of violence in one protest. (You can read about prop 8 and the protests on beshameless.net)I am proposing that we all raise energy to keep the protesters safe.

While these remaining ones are happening please light a candle, focus, think happy thoughts, or do whatever it is you do. The protesters deserve our love and support if we can give them nothing else.


Until next time, my candles are lit.
autumn

Catching up...

"Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies."- Emme Woodhull-Bäche


Damn you, NaNoWriMo. Damn you, Main Characters. Damn you, plot. Damn you, internal editor. Damn you, non-typing fingers. Damn you, stupid word count... ::breathes::


So how's your writing going? Nano and I are in the love/hate portion of our relationship. Ok, ok Nano and I are in the "I fucking hate you" portion. I'm willing to try and work it out though. I intend on doing a writing push for most of the night tonight to try and catch up on my word count. If you hear about a crazy lady down the street bashing her computer with a baseball bat, don't worry that is just me.


Until next time, ::inaudible grumbles about stupid ideas::
autumn