LadyAdellandra

I was offline from Friday to Wednesday, and here’s why. There was a severe weather watch that turned into severe weather; winds akin to a typhoon, rains that drenched everything in its path, and such chilling temperatures in our part of Montague, CA that everyone stayed warm inside with heaters blasting.

The combination of wind and rain blowing in such fierceness of a typhoon knocked down the satellite that belongs to our internet company, as well as our internet. Saturday morning, called them and told them about it. We were scheduled to be fixed on Wednesday, which leaves me with the rest of Wednesday to copy my Week 4 assignments for my three classes, and post the initial posts to the discussion boards. I’ll have a lot of reading and catching up to do once we get back online.

As for what I did with my time, I did maintenance on both Drake’s and my laptops and Drake’s desktop. I tried to get his CD-Rom Drive to work with software, by opening the Device Manager, but it didn’t work. I don’t remember anything like that about XP, so I wasn’t able to do anything for it Saturday night when it went out. His desktop computer wouldn’t read it. All the drives that the Computer saw were C (main HDD), E (which belongs to DTLite), and F (which belongs to MagicISO). When my 2Gig Flash Drive was in it, it saw G. “D” is supposed to be his CD-Rom Drive, but it’s not seeing it. Either that, or it was somehow deleted by the System. I tried getting into seeing the list of partitions so I could do to it as I do to mine, but XP is harder to crack for me. I’d have to tinker with it to remember. Even searching through the “Help” doesn’t and won’t come up with anything. I used a can of air on the drive inside the computer shell and it worked like a charm. Now, it’s only a couple of the games he plays that won’t read. Not my problem. His desktop sees “D” as the CDRom drive, finally.

Sunday, I had to stay in the room with the baby too keep warm. We watched movies while I worked on the computer(s). Eshon’s not napping more than a few minutes at a time, and I’m wondering why. He’s been strange lately. I know he’s growing and teething at the same time, but it’s getting to be a pain in the toosh. We put him down at night at a reasonable hour, but he’s cranky and wakes up an hour or two later. He won’t go back to sleep unless I rock him and sing to him.

Other than that, I’m fairing with not having the net. I’m used to it. When we first moved here almost 2 years ago, we weren’t able to get net until April last year (2011). Until we did have it installed, I was writing up a storm, but not on my own laptop, for at the time, it needed a new cooling fan. Instead of mine, I was using Drake’s Toshiba laptop and fiddling with our old (and I mean old) IBM Thinkpad. While I was feeding and taking care of a very young infant Eshon, I would either read, write, or watch movies from my external hard drive. At the time, the Toshiba’s fan was heating up and forcing the laptop to shut itself off. So, that left the Thinkpad for me to use. Drake was now using his 2 TB hard drive on his desktop, once I had him put XP on it (we figured it out how with a couple of disks we had from my old, now nonexistent Dell Latitude laptop). Until we could afford it, with help from Aide, that’s what we used. Once we had the money, I was able to get my new fan for my Compaq laptop. I refreshed everything and tah-dah! Perfect!

As for schoolwork, I’m finished with Week 3, ready for Week 4, and worried about the rest of my schooling. Becky’s moving to Arkansas, leaving us stranded here, in the middle of nowhere, with no food, no transportation and no way of getting into town for anything. I’m running out of minutes on my cell phone. I did leave a message with Kelly, my Westwood Student Advisor about the weather knocking out our internet and not getting it fixed until at least Wednesday. I’m worried we’ll have to move (what other choice do we have?) and I’ll fall so far behind that I’ll have to quit or start over again. I actually want to finish something for once. I’m on a roll with Westwood now, and got a great team working with me on my studies and keeping me on my feet. I don’t want to quit. It’ll seem as I’m a failure. I want to learn about Computer IT; not only for myself and my own knowledge, but for my family’s sake. Since Drake can’t work right now, or perhaps never again, I’ll have to be the breadwinner. I want to make good money and be financially secure, instead of poorer than a medieval peasant.

Where are we going to go, anyway? We can’t stay here; everything is hell. The cold water comes from the hot faucet in the kitchen. There’s no faucet handle for the hot water in our bathroom. The electricity is shorting out, so the power bill is high. There’s no heat, and the landlord won’t do anything about it. We tried working with him, but he won’t put in a fire place. Fuel for heat is expensive and doesn’t last long. We have to use propane to cook, diesel to heat the place. The list goes on and on of what’s wrong with this place. Not to mention we have to share water with the neighbors, if we don’t have power, we don’t have hot water, the house is falling apart, and so on. Did I mention this double-wide trailer is coming off the foundation?

On a lighter note that has nothing to do with this dilapidated house, my writing is on hold because I have so much other stuff on my mind, I’ve completely forgotten what I wanted to do with it. Go fig, right? In the meantime, I’ve started collecting ebooks again, and am figuring out how to use Calibre (Portable version is much easier to handle.) so I can organize it all. So far, I have 21k books. I’m collecting movies as well. I found a list of movies that Drake and I had and pawned for money. Once I start reading those books in my genre, Science and Fantasy Fiction, I’ll be able to describe things better. I watch those movies I already have that are in my genre and pay attention to “How” they do things and keep notes in my mind.

Here it is, Wednesday and we were woken up at 0857 to someone knocking on the door. I’d just finished feeding Eshon his breakfast bottle and put him back in bed, him whining and myself half-asleep from medication when I heard it. It was the tech from the net company! Drake woke up and told me to go back to sleep. When they were outside putting the satellite back on the roof, they made so much noise I couldn’t sleep. Eshon slept through most of it, until the net guy started banging on the roof. Me, I went about my day and routines, from Eshon’s breakfast baby food, four-ounce bottle and 1ml of medicine with fluoride for his teeth to getting myself ready for the day. I made silver-dollar cinnamon pancakes and cinnamon scrambled eggs for myself while Eshon played on his mat.

Once he was down for his first nap of the day, I was online and trying to catch up. I called my student advisor to let her know I was back. Drake was called in to work a few hours so I was off and running getting the Week 4 stuff written down and started.

Boy, do I have a lot of work to catch up on. All this week’s stuff is due on Sunday.

Wish me luck!

It’s Saturday 14th January 2012.  I finished my schoolwork on time, and early.  Say, on Thursday night?!  I have a sense of accomplishment going on.  I’m taking this student-parent thing one day at a time by focusing my attention on one subject at a time.  Seems pretty easy, right?

At first, it wasn’t.  I was going bonkers, trying to figure out how to do it, and take care of Eshon, as well as doing my house-chores like dishes, sweeping, feeding the cats and dog, changing the cats’ litterbox every-other day since there are five of them in the house. That kind of thing.  I even got to the point I was going to drop a class, and my Student Adviser, Kelly, dropped English 121 from my schedule.  After a hot bath and some serious thinking time, I figured it out and told her to put it back on.  I could handle it.  I had to.  I am not a quitter.

Time to introduce the animals.  Felines, we have a four-year-old ginger named Garfield. (Yes, he does eat lasagna; and just about everything else he can find on the property, such as rats, gophers, birds, mice, lizards that are under the house…) For those who knew me a few years ago, Garfield was the oldest of the now-lost or deceased Stormy.  His sister, Sister, is the mother of Onyx and Panther.  Onyx is a black cat and my familiar.  Panther looks like a small, fuzzy version of Stormy and her father Merlyn, a part-lynx, part tiger housecat.  We named him Panther because he looks like one, especially now that he’s been exiled as an in-out cat.  Last, but not least, is the ‘baby,’ a light-colored calico named “Baby Girl”.  Onyx and she are our lover-kits.  While Becky’s gone to Arkansas for a couple of weeks, we’re watching her long-haired black Pomeranian named “Sugar Bear.”

As for Eshon, the Mini-Monkey-Man, he’s growing by leaps and bounds.  Of course, they all do.  He’s almost to the point he can stand on his own.  I’m working with him on that.  He crawls everywhere like Speedy Gonzales, the Mexican mouse from the Looney Tunes cartoons.  One of his tricks is to drag or push one of his toys with him into what we call no-no places: cat’s water dish, kitchen, kitchen table, living room.  We’d spank him and throw the toy toward his play mat.  Just like a puppy-dog, he’ll fetch it and do it again.  We also have a brown table with a shelf toward the floor.  Eshon has learned how to climb on it and nearly-somersault over it.  Since finding out how to do it, we’ve put a thin, medium-sized box behind it.  Now all he does is bring his toys to the shelf and hide them behind the  box.  He also takes his shoes off and hides them.  He’s a cheeky little devil, but we love him.

Ok, so I’ve introduced the animals and updated my readers to this day.  What else is there to say?

It’s great having things finished.  I just hope I can continue for the rest of term.

8Jan2012

English121: Pre-Writing Exercise

Topics for Consideration

or, When it Rains Words, We All Get Wet

Each of us has thoughts and opinions on numerous subjects, based on what we live day by day. Our main problem, at least in my opinion, is our cluelessness on how we can organize those many thoughts and opinions of the world.

Say we need to write a paper for school. We gather our materials, narrow down the subjects and chose our prospective audience. It’s easy to say what you’ll write about, but what about actually sitting down at your computer/typewriter/pen-pencil-paper to actually write? We stare at a blank computer screen or empty notebook page for hours in hopes that it’ll magically come to us: the Perfect Paper. Question is: what will this “Perfect Paper” be about? In what perspective do we want to portray to our audience? Will it be a light subject, full of humor and satire, yet informative enough to make you think? Or will it be like the many news programs and elder-adult magazines like Time or National Geographic and be serious enough to bore your audience into a word-induced coma? There are as many ways to convey a message as there are subjects and topics to write about.

Between brainstorming to the many other methods of pre-writing that could lead you either everywhere, off the subject or nowhere entirely, it’s hard to begin. Here’s a thought: just write! Whatever comes to mind, it doesn’t matter, just do it. Just write. It’ll come to you, I promise, but you have to begin somewhere. Don’t just dribble thoughts, let them pour! Sure, it’s not always easy to do as opposed to saying. After all, we all know the saying: “Actions speak louder than words.” In our cases, just writing from the top of your head – commentary of your day, what you’re doing now as opposed to what you will be doing later or anything at all – leads to better thoughts while writing. Take some time away from the daily hassles and stress to just put that pen or keyboard to the test and let that river flow.

It’s now my turn to take my own advice. Which topic to choose, and what perspective or point of view to write in? From the top of my head usually works, but I always end up rewriting and editing many times and never being satisfied with the end result. (Just look at the many books I’ve written and rewritten hundreds of times. I’m still not happy with the first one, let alone the second through the seventh.) Should I go for the usual topics where the old adage “write what you know” comes to mind? Or should I start anew and see where it leads me? Take from what I write about, which is Young Adult Mystery and Fantasy, or begin with something a little more challenging? I know I want humor, so I can keep my audience enthralled, or at least a tiny-bit interested in reading on. I know it must be straight-forward and to-the-point, optimistic and politically correct. Can’t have people hitting me over the head with a blunt object should I happen to insult them now, can I?

I know – why don’t I write a paper on the process of writing a paper! Seems logical, maybe a bit nonsensical, but it should work.

You just read it; what do you think?

Juggling schoolwork and a family is the easy part.  One subject a day, no problem.  It’s the rest of my life that I”m undecided about.  I’ve gotten lazy because of it, too.  Don’t ask me how or why, I just have and am.

I know I have schoolwork to do.  I know I have a baby to take care of.  I also know I have house chores like dishes, but I’ve been too lazy and mopey to do them.  Not because I have other stuff to do, and not because I’ll get to them when I’m tired of seeing them sitting there and piling up.  I guess it’s because I’m suffering from a mixture of depression from not being able to go anywhere and of massive train-wreck-like thoughts running through my mind.

I’m ultra-distracted a lot lately.  Either from thoughts of what must be done, which I may or may not forget the next morning, or whether I’m doing the right thing by continuing my education.  I get one problem wrong in Math and I’m not-so-confident in it anymore.  I’m psyching out and, instead of sticking to the “One Subject a Day” plan, I go back and concentrate, or try to concentrate on Math instead.  I guess I’m down-determined to show myself I can do it.

What I’m mostly anxious and undecided about is my topic for English121′s 1st Project paper.  I just reread and actually took in the fact it was supposed to be DESCRIPTIVE.  So not my area or expertise.  I’ve been working on describing things in my stories since I learned to write.  I can see it in my mind, but can never find the appropriate words to bring it to life on paper.  The topic is due on Sunday, 15Jan 2012.  What shall I write about?

For one, I’ve started by doing my-kind of brainstorming.  Just sitting at the computer, hands on the right keys and typing whatever comes to mind.  Being a writer, you’d think it would be easy for me to choose a topic to describe to my audience.

*gulp*  Yeah….right.

And monkeys fly out the hole in my butt and do the cha-cha.

My main problem with this whole Project thing is what topic would be good enough to show my true talent?  What do I know a lot about, besides a whole lotta nuttin?  Taking care of a baby?  Ten months experience.  Writing? 28 years experience.

If writing, than what about it? 

Looks like I have a lot of work ahead of me.  If you’ll excuse me…

I looked at all the assignments my three classes want me to do (most due 15Jan for Wk1 and Wk2) and wrote them down.  A lot of reading for two classes and fifty pages of math review along with WebAssign (online math problems) for Pre-Algebra.  I felt like a total blond today when I missed one math problem and couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong.  The answer? I wasn’t following PEMS.

For those who don’t know, PEMS is an acronym for the Order of Operations.  Parenthesis, Exponents, Multiplication/division and Subtraction/addition.  Sounds easy, right?  For one who hasn’t kept up with Algebra in twelve years or so, I remembered the PEMS but forgot exactly how to do it.

The problem was something like this:

A=5, B=3, C=-2

2A – (-3B – C)exponent of 2.

I had to have an online tutor tell me where I went wrong.  I wrote my solution (the wrong answered wrong) step by step, to which they pointed out what I did.  As soon as they told me, I had a Homer Simpson moment — D’OH!  Yeah, seems like I forgot to do the P part of the PEMS before the E.  Other than that, I did awesome on that first assignment. 24/25 points.

I also turned in a .doc version of what the English teacher called “Writing Assessment.”  She hasn’t read it yet, so I wouldn’t know what she thinks about it until she does, and ‘grades’ it.  The other things I did today was post to all three classes’ discussion boards as well as reply to two people’s introductions.  Looks like I have a new friend with a fellow-writer.

The “Home” part of the day is definitely a procrastination thing.  I only did a couple chores today, besides taking care of Eshon.  I didn’t even want to do that; instead, watching a movie or doing my homework while he napped.  He ended up having a late lunch, sucky snack and icky-act at dinner.  He even had a late bath, whiny and cranky as he was.  I didn’t let him play with toys, instead getting him cleaned up, dressed, fed a 6oz bottle of formula and set to bed.   He did pretty good for an hour or two, until he was woken up and I had to feed him the rest of his bottle and rock him to sleep.

Yeah, right, that so didn’t work.  Drake took him out of his crib as he was babbling to his ‘friends’ (stuffed animals) and set him to play out on his mat for a bit.  After another hour, his whines subsided and he was ready to succumb to sleep.

As for the house chores; dishes, sweeping, mopping, taking out the trash, et al; I find myself much too lazy.  I don’t like doing dishes all the time, nor do I like doing laundry all the time.  I know they have to be done, as well as the cat-boxes changed when the smell gets too bad, scooped when there’s too much poop, diaper trash gathered in the same bag and time as a kitty-box scoop, picking up after Drake, Eshon and the felines when they make messes.  It’s a lot of hard work for one woman to do.

So, I’ve figured something out.  School-wise, do one subject a day, as much as possible before the deadlines.  Sure, there’s only three classes, but there’s also a lot of reading, exercises, research (for the first paper we have to do for English), commenting on replies in the Discussion Board we call “Classroom”, acting — such as the math problems in the physical text, or WebAssign’s assignments — writing, and turning in.

As for the chores, just one at a time, so I’m not so overwhelmed.

It’s easier said than done, I’ll give you that.  What have I got to lose, besides the remains of my sanity?

Sulheya and Greetings, All!

My intended area of study is Computer IT.  I’m unsure where I want to go with it at this time, and hope to learn on my path to my Associates.  I have learned computers from the time I turned 14.  My dad gave me an old computer (TRS80 CoCo II.  Now that’s old!) for my birthday, stating I’d “get bored soon enough.” To this day, I have yet to “get bored.”  On the contrary, I’ve learned more and showed him a thing or two!  I love learning about computers, programs, fixing, tweaking, building, etc, etc.

I could bring a smile, or a helping hand to this class.  I may be a published author, but I’m always ready to learn more.  For years, I’ve written, edited, rewritten and reedited many of my stories, poems, novels and novellas.  I’m not always sure where colons and semicolons should go and small stuff like that, but I always have my dog-eared and much-loved copy of Strunk’s Elements of Style by my side.  This tiny book has answered many a query about the correct English-writing style.

As for accomplishments, by the time this course has ended, I hope to have refreshed myself on a lot of points and tricks of the trade.  I also hope to gain the confidence in my future writings, instead of putting it off because I see the work as “not worth the trouble.”  I love to read, write, and learn anything I can get my hands on.

However, my biggest challenge is the dual-role of Mom-Student.  I’m the mother of an almost-one-year-old who is growing fast.  He’s more active by the day, so I have to keep close eyes on him so he doesn’t hurt himself.  I’m not super-overprotective or anything like that.  I let him make his mistakes so he can learn from them.  I help him with his milestones like standing and walking.  The student-part of the challenge is focusing on one subject or assignment at a time, not overwhelming myself with more than I can handle.  I have Adult ADHD so that’s a challenge in itself.

Sorry for the lengthy answer, but, as I said, I’m a writer.  I love to write!
Anyway, thanks for reading and hopefully, I can become friends with a few of you!

Sayonara and Blessings!
–Adella
*my preferred name.

There you have it: is it a bit too much for a first-time?

Fear not, there’s always something on my mind.  Right now, it’s getting enough room BACK on my hard drive for my schoolwork and software.  That’s what I’m anxious about, really.  It looks like I’ve got everything under control and then, BAM.  I NEED MORE SPACE!  

I go through the motions of running CCleaner, TuneUp Utilities 2012, and any other program I can run (one at a  time, of course) to free up hard drive space.  Then, I look at where the space is going by using TreeSize Free.  Should that not work, there’s always cleaning out my Videos folder, passing the movies from my hard drive to my external hard drive and giving them to Drake for HIS computer for awhile.

That’s the only thing I can think of at the moment.

That, and how I’m going to attend my online classes while taking care of Eshon and not totally screwing Drake out of his turn on the Net.  Not only all that, but how I’ll do.  Sure, English is an easy course; I just might learn something new while being reviewed and reminded of what’s what and who goes where.  Math, actually Intermediate Algebra, is not my strong suit.  I mean, once upon a time, I used to be so good at it.  As with everything you don’t use everyday, you lose it.  The other class I have is a Success In College type of class.

Some good news, though.  Eshon is 10 months old and pulling himself up to a standing position with help.  We *coughSantacough* got him a toy that grows with him.  He pulls himself to stand from sitting, to kneeling, and finally standing, just to get to the musical toy.  I swear I hear him sing and even dance (by bouncing)!  It’s so cool!  We have to watch him closely, though.  One moment, he’s on his play mat and the next, he’s in the living room, chasing a kitty.  In the mornings, he wakes me up, babbling to himself.  While my mind is adjusting to wakefulness, clearing the cobwebs from the eyeballs and the fuzziness from my head, he’s standing in his crib, watching me.  He babbles, giggles, plays, bounces, and smiles as he watches me.

As for the anxiety — If I can handle a 10 month old, I can handle anything!

Isn’t that the truth!  It happens all too often, too, driving those around me crazy.  I just smile at them as they shake their heads and walk away.

It’s a habit I’ve had since I was a lonely child growing up in Michigan with my mom.  Talking to myself really helped a little girl get through the day.  In fact, it’s what helped me become a writer to begin with.

As every little kid knows, the imagination is limitless.  I used to make up stories by acting them out.  Sometimes, I would write it down as an “Aspiration” in one of my many notebooks.  I would get ideas from the usual mediums: TV, radio, books (oh, the books I would read…and read!), and society.  I made up imaginary friends so I wouldn’t feel so alone.  Those imaginary friends became my main characters in many of my stories.

Through the years, the story-lines changed, characters grew, became real by having pasts and stories of their own to tell.  Later, when I got my first computer (1994; I still had it as I grew up, updating it to the times as I went along.  Sadly, it was ruined in a fire…)…I bought a rinky-dink little program called “Family Tree Maker.”  It was the perfect tool in organizing who was who and what was when and so on.  I have since lost that program, upgraded to many computers, “grew up” per se with Microsoft, from DOS to Windows 7 Home Premium.

Before I lost the program, I converted the information to .doc format (I had Wordperfect 8 Suite at the time.)  Since then, I’ve added, subtracted, elaborated their descriptions and updated the information as I went along, writing the stories about them.  The finished product is found on my other WordPress, uploaded at Scribd and totally downloadable!

It’s amazing how people grow over the years, too.  Not just story characters, but real-life people.  I had a few friends growing up, but I was always too afraid to be myself around them, I started a downhill spiral to destruction by hanging out with the wrong crowds in an effort to fit in.

It didn’t work.

Instead, I just minded my own business, kept writing my stories, going to school and doing my homework as a good young adult should.  Oh, to be back in those days with the knowledge of today!  They say we make mistakes as we grow up, learning from them and moving on with our lives.  We carry around knowledge, beliefs, sets of rules, morals and values with us long into our adult lives.

As I think back to that room in our old apartment in Holt, Michigan, the images continue to haunt my memory to no end.  I used to sing softly to myself as I looked out my window to the night sky, making up not only stories in my head, but songs.  My dreams nowadays always include the places I grew up.  From my grandmother’s house in Westland, Michigan, with its back room add-on that used to be super-cool and belong to my older cousin Julia, to that now-dilapidated apartment on Aurelius road.  To the secret places I used to go when I ran away from home for a few hours, needing time to myself to cool off to the schools I went to, their classrooms and hallways now filled with ghosts of yesterdays.

A lot has changed in 20-some-odd years.  I still talk to myself when I’m alone, write my stories when I can, read when it’s super quiet, and even go to school (Online College for AT), raise our son and try to keep my disabilities like ADHD, PTSD, BPD, Manic Depression/Bi-Polar Disorder in line.

Good thing I have Drake.  He’s plenty of support, catching me when I’m in a ‘mood’, or going overboard in the more-negative aspects of my disabilities.  He’s my heart and soul, love and best friend.  I would be lost without him, truth be told.

Especially now that I’m a mom.  Tonight’s been hard, and it’s not over yet.  The fat lady has sung and still, Eshon will NOT go to sleep!

I’ve tried everything, from feeding him a bottle, to wrapping him up in a warm blanket and rocking him, to changing him (P.U. By the way!), and even letting him stay up and wear himself down by playing.  Nothing has worked.  I’ve gone through the list, even taking into consideration of his teething problems (Baby Orajel works wonders, usually) and growth spurt (baby Advil, anyone?).  I’ve sung to him as he’s wrapped like an eskimo-baby, watching as he nods off to sleep to such hits as “This Old Man,” “The Farmer in the Dell,” “The Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly,” and my personal favorite, one that changes every time I sing it to him, an A-B-C version of “Down By the Bay.”  Fighting fits of exhaustion as I do so, when it seems his eyes are closed, he’s whine-humming to himself as he snuggles to the crook of my elbow, and my mind wants to scream a whispered “Whoo-hoo!”, I rock a little longer, just to make sure he’s asleep.

Quietly and quickly as I can, I stop rocking, stand and place him on his back.

Not two minutes later, I hear him slamming his legs down on the small mattress and grunting.

AAARRRRRGGGGGHHH!!!

Nothing is working.  Questions are entering my mind a million miles a minute.  Should I give him another six-ounce bottle?  Put his music on for him? (yeah, right.  This time, that didn’t work.  He stood and tried to reach something that was hanging on the wall.)  Rock him one more time while slowly losing my mind, and my cool?  Should I leave him to his Baby Einstein video, babbling quietly to himself?  Will this night ever end?  Will I ever get any sleep?

*Sighs*  Goddess, help me now.  Please?

  Time to shut the computer down, take a deep breath and run through my list again while trying to keep a cool head and gentle hand.  So far, this year’s just PEACHY.

_____________

EDIT: The Goddess answered my Call.  I heard him whining in the room, Drake heard him, thought I didn’t and called to me.  I closed up, shut down and readied my mental list.

1: Bottle from the fridge with 1oz formula.  Will add 3 more.

2: Ice Mesh (it looks like a pacifier with a cloth mesh baggie-thing. I put Ice in it for when he’s teething.)

3: Changed laundry (not usually a part of my mental list for baby, but it had to be done.)

With mental list in mind and his bottle and Ice Mesh in hand, I quietly walked into the room, only to find Eshon had finally succumbed to the Call of Sleep!  Huzzah!

Relieved, finally, I remade the bed, curled up with my black cat Onyx to my right and light-toned Calico named Baby Girl above my head, I joined him.

I know it’s been awhile since I’ve tapped anything, and I promise the Inner Realm Chronicles are still there.

A new year has dawned, and I have decided that my number one “New Year’s Resolution” is to start writing my Journey for the year.  I’m going to school, starting January 6th, So I’ll be writing about that.  I’m raising a young son with my new husband, Draconis, so I’ll be writing about that.  Whatever comes to mind, I’ll write down shortly before going to bed, or writing in Microsoft Word 2010 and uploading when I have the net (as I do now).  I’ll basically use this medium as my venting blog.

So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the Journey.

Lady Adellandra Dratianos,

mother of: Prince Eshon Draconis Dratianos-DeRose

wife of: Lord Draconis Dratianos.