Dear Friends and Family and every one else that reads this.. :)
A really great friend of mine is helping me raise money for the books I need to complete my degree so I can go on to be a famous writer :)
Wanna help?
She is having a Mary Kay sale, Buy 3 get 1 FREE on anything of equal price or under.. you know how it works...and part of the proceeds goes to my book fund! Isn't that amazing!? So..
ALL this weekend go to http://www.marykay.com/sarahperdue and order away if you love me and wonderful cosmetics. The deadline to do this is 4th of July, all orders must be in BEFORE Monday!
Thanks you guys!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Words Matter
It's stories that fascinate me, true or false...the biographies and auto-biographies, the stories about people learning and living with love, living through things, conquering.
Everyone has a story, and us lucky ones, live our stories to the fullest so that one day we can remember all that we were, all that we are.
The rest doesn't really matter.
Adjectives and adverbs are used to make a story come more to life, little details do matter. Names and places usually don't. Once there was a beautiful girl that fell hopelessly in love. Does it matter what her name was? When a girl reads that one line, she pictures herself as the beautiful girl falling hopelessly into love. She feel in love underneath an apple tree that had pink, fragrant blossoms slowly falling to the ground around her and her young lover. This spot was theirs...Would it matter if that apple tree lived here or there? Of course not.
Writers tools...making you see what they want you to see. Those are the things that teachers are desperately trying to teach you.
But it takes someone special, a real weaver of words, to make you feel. To make you imagine. And I'm always impressed when it happens.
Everyone has a story, and us lucky ones, live our stories to the fullest so that one day we can remember all that we were, all that we are.
The rest doesn't really matter.
Adjectives and adverbs are used to make a story come more to life, little details do matter. Names and places usually don't. Once there was a beautiful girl that fell hopelessly in love. Does it matter what her name was? When a girl reads that one line, she pictures herself as the beautiful girl falling hopelessly into love. She feel in love underneath an apple tree that had pink, fragrant blossoms slowly falling to the ground around her and her young lover. This spot was theirs...Would it matter if that apple tree lived here or there? Of course not.
Writers tools...making you see what they want you to see. Those are the things that teachers are desperately trying to teach you.
But it takes someone special, a real weaver of words, to make you feel. To make you imagine. And I'm always impressed when it happens.
Friday, June 24, 2011
The dog just ran over the baby's toy stroller.
Love is such a multi-faceted thing. How do people forget?
Most people our age who are married both work full time, sometimes they have children and those children live primarily in day care or babysitters. There are sacrifices made by everyone so bills can be paid, credit can be earned, houses can be rented, cars bought, student loans paid. I hate student loans. Sigh.
I'm so fortunate to not have to work. It's more of an optional thing and a safety thing at this point. As is school. Once upon a time I wrote about going back to school, it being almost like an obligation because that way I have something to fall back on if Jer doesn't get a job right away after we leave the military. I still mostly feel that way. I feel like I should have my degree in something that will pay well and that I can live with if need be. Sometimes I feel like I should be working, full or part time, just to stick that money into savings so we are closer to buying a house when he gets out of the military, or for a new car or for the vacations that can't ever seem to take because of military obligations.
We save a little every month, and that little definitely adds up...but if we had a whole other income coming in, that we didn't really need.. it could set us up a lot better 3 years down the road.
At this point I'm not going to worry about working... education is our priority right now if we can both get it done discounted or for free. Which we can.. I just have to suck up my feelings about some one choosing a career for me. And Jer just has to wait until fall semester.
I can't imagine handing my child over to someone else for 40 hours a week. Especially since I don't know anybody here. Or don't particularly trust anyone on post that I have met. I'll probably need to get over that and find some one someday.
In a couple hours I'll go start the process..or maybe it's continuing the process, of the school stuff. I've already got half the stuff they want done..we'll see.
Most people our age who are married both work full time, sometimes they have children and those children live primarily in day care or babysitters. There are sacrifices made by everyone so bills can be paid, credit can be earned, houses can be rented, cars bought, student loans paid. I hate student loans. Sigh.
I'm so fortunate to not have to work. It's more of an optional thing and a safety thing at this point. As is school. Once upon a time I wrote about going back to school, it being almost like an obligation because that way I have something to fall back on if Jer doesn't get a job right away after we leave the military. I still mostly feel that way. I feel like I should have my degree in something that will pay well and that I can live with if need be. Sometimes I feel like I should be working, full or part time, just to stick that money into savings so we are closer to buying a house when he gets out of the military, or for a new car or for the vacations that can't ever seem to take because of military obligations.
We save a little every month, and that little definitely adds up...but if we had a whole other income coming in, that we didn't really need.. it could set us up a lot better 3 years down the road.
At this point I'm not going to worry about working... education is our priority right now if we can both get it done discounted or for free. Which we can.. I just have to suck up my feelings about some one choosing a career for me. And Jer just has to wait until fall semester.
I can't imagine handing my child over to someone else for 40 hours a week. Especially since I don't know anybody here. Or don't particularly trust anyone on post that I have met. I'll probably need to get over that and find some one someday.
In a couple hours I'll go start the process..or maybe it's continuing the process, of the school stuff. I've already got half the stuff they want done..we'll see.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wasted Opportunity? I think not.
It takes almost $1,000 to take 2 classes at the community college here. That's without books. Or pencils and paper.
There's a new grant for JBLM spouses to further their education that's available to some of us...not all, of course. Your spouse has to be a certain rank, you have to submit to extreme questioning about your finances, you have to be willing to study something they want you to study so you can improve the economy.
I don't know what I want to do. Not really. I just want to be in school, forever. So...maybe I should become a teacher, or a librarian... except that I don't really like kids (except my own and very few others) and while being a librarian would be the COOLEST JOB EVER... I'm pretty sure libraries are dying. Ebooks are the future and that's ok with me.
The sad part, to me at least, is that Ebooks are the future, it seems to me that language in general is dying. And that makes me really sad.
Anyway.
I prefer research. So..I could tell all these people that I want to be a teacher or a doctor or historian or whatever.. and get them to pay for my degree.. and then when I pursue further education (at that point hopefully we'll be a little more financially secure..) I can do whatever I want.
I envy the people who want a career. The people that know what they'd like to be...or are willing to put their finances on the line to pursue what they think they want.. Unfortunately I am not comfortable with taking out loans when I don't know when or if I'll be paying them off with the money earned from my imaginary career. I'm mostly happy with staying home and taking care of my family, in fact I love it. I just want to go to school too.
Sigh.
I go to talk to these people with the grant on Friday. We'll see.
A lot of people could probably say that I've wasted plenty of opportunities. ...I had scholarships I could've used for theater, technical or performing, when I left high school. But.. I didn't want it. I didn't want theater as a career no matter how good I was at either pretending to be someone I wasn't or bossing people around. Which is fun.. but wears on you after awhile. And if you don't really want the theater, then it's pointless to pursue it. We could've not joined the army and both worked our way through schools in Colorado.. but then Auralia wouldn't be here right now. And I'm pretty happy that she is.. We wouldn't be the people we are and I'm pretty happy with us.
I just wish 2 classes could be a little more affordable. Say 6 or 8 hundred. Especially since I only need like 5 freaking classes to graduate.
There's a new grant for JBLM spouses to further their education that's available to some of us...not all, of course. Your spouse has to be a certain rank, you have to submit to extreme questioning about your finances, you have to be willing to study something they want you to study so you can improve the economy.
I don't know what I want to do. Not really. I just want to be in school, forever. So...maybe I should become a teacher, or a librarian... except that I don't really like kids (except my own and very few others) and while being a librarian would be the COOLEST JOB EVER... I'm pretty sure libraries are dying. Ebooks are the future and that's ok with me.
The sad part, to me at least, is that Ebooks are the future, it seems to me that language in general is dying. And that makes me really sad.
Anyway.
I prefer research. So..I could tell all these people that I want to be a teacher or a doctor or historian or whatever.. and get them to pay for my degree.. and then when I pursue further education (at that point hopefully we'll be a little more financially secure..) I can do whatever I want.
I envy the people who want a career. The people that know what they'd like to be...or are willing to put their finances on the line to pursue what they think they want.. Unfortunately I am not comfortable with taking out loans when I don't know when or if I'll be paying them off with the money earned from my imaginary career. I'm mostly happy with staying home and taking care of my family, in fact I love it. I just want to go to school too.
Sigh.
I go to talk to these people with the grant on Friday. We'll see.
A lot of people could probably say that I've wasted plenty of opportunities. ...I had scholarships I could've used for theater, technical or performing, when I left high school. But.. I didn't want it. I didn't want theater as a career no matter how good I was at either pretending to be someone I wasn't or bossing people around. Which is fun.. but wears on you after awhile. And if you don't really want the theater, then it's pointless to pursue it. We could've not joined the army and both worked our way through schools in Colorado.. but then Auralia wouldn't be here right now. And I'm pretty happy that she is.. We wouldn't be the people we are and I'm pretty happy with us.
I just wish 2 classes could be a little more affordable. Say 6 or 8 hundred. Especially since I only need like 5 freaking classes to graduate.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
ok
It's ok to feel uncomfortable, as long as you still have a safe place to be.
I don't mind the rain. I don't like not being able to see the edges of the clouds.
I paint what I yearn.
Artists are like phoenix, creating from the ashes.
It's ok. I'm ok. We're ok. And that's the best.
95% of the world does not know freedom.
Everyone wants to create something. That's the reason for working, for living, or child bearing. It's ok to leave your mark on the world. It's ok to feel anxious about that mark.
I don't mind the rain. I don't like not being able to see the edges of the clouds.
I paint what I yearn.
Artists are like phoenix, creating from the ashes.
It's ok. I'm ok. We're ok. And that's the best.
95% of the world does not know freedom.
Everyone wants to create something. That's the reason for working, for living, or child bearing. It's ok to leave your mark on the world. It's ok to feel anxious about that mark.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Bah. ...Humbug. ..If this was Christmas time.
Due to a stupid detail, the hubby can't take leave until..like, never. Which screws a lot of our plans for this summer and fall but also gives us lots of time over the holidays to spend with family.
Due to stupid lying people, Jer will be going to Arizona by himself in February because his new AIT isn't 22 weeks like we were told, it's actually 16...so no PCSing. Bah. That TOTALLY screws up our "trying- to-plan-the-next-baby" plans.
The end.
Due to stupid lying people, Jer will be going to Arizona by himself in February because his new AIT isn't 22 weeks like we were told, it's actually 16...so no PCSing. Bah. That TOTALLY screws up our "trying- to-plan-the-next-baby" plans.
The end.
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