Good Grief!

Good Grief! If you read my last post, you know I went to start school on Monday only to find out I had been erroneously purged from the system. I marched across campus immediately (okay, my pregnant ass more like waddled….but it was, as Bill would call it, a turbo waddle, because I meant business!) and went to the Registrar. They admitted they made a mistake and told me it would have to go to the Dean. She took my phone number and told me to hang around campus until it was fixed.

Good thing I didn’t listen and went home instead. It was not until Tuesday, after several phone calls TO the college (they had not called me like they said they would) and three emails, one of which went to EVERYONE in the President’s office, I finally got a call it had been fixed.

Once I had sent that final email though, I started to have doubts. What if it was a sign I needed to not enroll in school? What if I’m not meant to finish? What if I need to focus on the new business or my writing. Then my mother chimes in “what if you’re about to get a major book deal?”

Way to go mother….now I’m going to overthink it……get my hopes up, and then……well, the phone rang. The guy on the other end CLEARLY did not want to make the call to me, probably because he read my email and was afraid of me yelling, but he assured me it was fixed and we moved on.

Fast forward to this morning and I’m in the dreaded math class. The good news is I was switched to a math class with a teacher I know and who is great. The bad news, I was a few minutes late because 1) my wallet went missing (Talia) and 2)…..well….Starbucks.

Being 34 and in a basic math class means I’m mixed in with a LOT of 18 year old kids. I don’t like 18 year old kids. Why? Because they are obnoxious and talk the whole time. The girl next to me today was no exception.

It was almost entertaining in a way. If I had not been so bent on concentrating on my work (which is hard with ADHD to begin with) I would have found it amusing. I was sitting next to a girl who had another girl on the other side (we are at round computer stations) whom she apparently knew. They spent the entire 2 hours gossiping and whining about “all this math which is just too hard.”

She spent most of her gossip session talking trash about other girls they had gone to high school with. She would talk about how this one wanted to hang out with her and how she hated that one. She then would end her sentences with “but I’m going places with my life.”

She insisted she was going places with her life several times….and then she dropped the bomb…… She was dead serious, but I could not help but bust out laughing, probably like a hyena, in a rather quiet computer lab.

“So and so is also pregnant, can you believe it? She wanted to hang out but I’m going places with my life and ….oh, there are only 286 more days until 4/20….” (I don’t remember the exact number so don’t quote me if you’re counting….) but SERIOUSLY??? Who counts down the days until 4/20???? You must be some EXTREME pot head….but you’re going places with your life….

I don’t know about you, but the calendar I use is for doctor appointments and deadlines….not drug based holidays!

Now if you’re into pot, I don’t really care. It’s not my thing, but I once had a roommate who was an extreme pot smoker and other than the smell, I just don’t care. I mean, if being lazy and eating everything in your house is your thing, that’s fine with me. I wouldn’t care if it was legal either, but I’m guessing “Miss I’m Going Places” doesn’t function well when high. She looked straight today, and I’m pretty sure she completed three whole math problems in two hours….

I digress.

The good news is my other two classes are online. Also, this math can be mostly done at home because it’s a computer program, but I have to go there to take the tests. There is one test a week. I’ve ridden this rodeo before (I’m so horrible at math) and I HAVE to complete this for graduation in May because I have like 3 more maths to take. I’m confident I can do it…with Bill’s help.

In the back of my mind though, I keep thinking “What if my mother is right? What if I am about to get a book deal?” or, what if the new business is about to take off? Do I abandon ship and focus on those things, or FORCE myself to finish and graduate? I suppose I should wait until I get to that bridge when it comes, but it is fun to daydream!

Life · Writing & Publishing

The Up Side to the Flu

South Carolina loves to make lists. Charleston is usually number one in wedding destinations, travel, and friendliest places to visit. These are things I can live with. We also are 6th worst for education and tied for worst drivers. These are both things I can’t wait to leave behind when we move to PA this summer to be near my dad (for the baby…but that’s a whole other post!) This week, South Carolina, in a very unscientific study by, rated us 4th for the sickest state this week. Yuck! That is not a list I want to be on.

This said, I have spent the better half of what we have seen of 2015, in bed.

Days 1-3 I wanted to die. I couldn’t breathe, see, smell, taste, MOVE! By day 4 I was starting to feel a bit better, and left the house long enough to have lunch with Bill and pick up books for next semester at school. The semester starts on Monday, and I’ll finish my Professional Writing Certificate in May, so I’m VERY excited to get going!

Today I tried going into work because soon, I’ll be out on maternity leave.


I won’t get into the details, but I had to leave because I needed to be in bed.

I’m tired of being in bed.

The dogs are even tired of me being in bed. I think they have had enough of me laying around, too! They also have not been able to get into any trouble this week, since I have barely left the house.

The only positive of all this, is I have spent a considerable amount of time on my book proposal, Literary Crazy.

The idea of the book is discussing world famous authors and their mental illness(es). The subject fascinates me, and I believe I can write the book well…’s just trying to convince an agent and publisher of this. Thankfully, I have a secret weapon. Well, two secret weapons. The first one is Bill, who has been VERY helpful in nailing the ideas and outline down. The second one is my former English professor, who actually used the word “honored” when I asked him to review the proposal before sending it off.

Since classes start Monday (mine are all online, Bill has to go to campus because for some reason they don’t think you can learn welding at home) I’ve set a goal of having the proposal done to send with Bill on Monday, to give to my professor. I’ll probably send along some baked goods, too. Not a bribe, but a thank-you.

The only thing I am really worried about is the sample chapter. Of course everything has to be notated and cited. I hate that. Just let me write. Sitting there, citing information is rough enough for people without ADD. Forget having to look up and see butterflies going by your window every two to three paragraphs. It’s also just a tedious thing I could care less about. I rarely read something and check the notation to see where they got their information unless I REALLY want to follow up and find out more about the subject matter, but again, my ADD usually just trusts the author and moves on.

Once I get everything finished, sent along to my professor, and returned, I’ll let you in on a sneak peak of what I’ve been writing about, and which of the famous authors I…well, Bill and I…..decided should be included in the book. It’s a GREAT list!