Yesterday we went looking for sandals, but found none; instead Barb got cute boots and a purse and I bought three more pair of sneakers (I have turned from "girly" into Ellen, apparently). Low-tops, this time, though, for summer wear. Because my work no longer requires much in the way of the BUSINESS part of business casual, I haven't gotten my feet used to wearing heels again, so when I DO wear heels, it's rather painful pressing on where the surgery was. How ironic, have the bunion removed and now my shoes fit better and I don't wear 'em.
I made up some Amish Friendship Bread this weekend, the starter having been given to me the usual ten days ago by a work friend. I forgot to give the new starters to people on Saturday night (although
tiirz was the only one who seemed interested, I was sure I could eventually talk [Unknown LJ tag] and </lj> into taking one), so now I have four cups of starter. It's good bread, but that means eight loaves nine days from now, and that's beyond me. I need more friends. *g* One site I found said that starter can be safely frozen; I may try that.I haven't updated my weight in some time because I haven't been able to do anything but hover between "wedding weight" (about 166-167) and 173 pounds. I did work out regularly last week, so if I can keep that up, I'll feel okay about things even if I can't seem to drop those pounds (although that would be very nice, too).
I've been trying to catch up with two weeks' worth of Craig Ferguson; I do love my Tivo, but sometimes things do stack up a little. I have to say, I adore Jim Parsons on this show; he's as much fun as himself as he is on Big Bang Theory. I'm only lucky that he's been in re-runs the last week, because while Tivo will for some reason helpfully record two-year-old episodes of House and Lost for me, I can't get it to record reruns of Psych or Craig unless I specifically program it to record them individually. I had meant to save the one with Gordon Ramsey, but alas, before I could get in to "recover" it after I accidentally deleted it, it vanished. The ways of Tivo are strange...
For what it's worth, I =KNOW= I have to market myself, put myself out there, get those submissions in, and develop the thick skin necessary for a professional writer if I really want to be published. These are things I know. When I whine on my LJ, I'm not looking for people to tell me these things, I'm venting my frustration and hoping for, at best, a comforting pat on the shoulder and a "there, there." When I can't get even friends and family to read my work, I get frustrated (seriously, when I won the SWW Award and proudly told my Mom, what I got back was, "Oh, I'm so proud. Did you know your {much younger} cousin Brooke just got her Doctorate and a very prestigious professor position at an Ivy League college?"). However, that doesn't mean I won't keep on trying; I just haven't in a while because I've run into a few dead ends. If my whining becomes annoying, skip over it. I don't mind.
So, in any case, I'm prepping The Long Way Home for this year's SWW Contest, and considering the next target for Ring of Fire, and wondering if, perhaps, the as-yet unnamed Book Three ought to be sent out first... just 'cause.
And that's it by me.
Dragon Site continues to be annoyingly down. You are saved from Dragons.
