Oh, math, why must you confound me so?

Okay, where are my math whizzes out there?  C'mon, I know you're reading this.  Show of hands... 

Last year, for NaNoWriMo, I found this little gem on some random website.  Someone had put together a really clever worksheet for word tracking.  Last night - well, to be honest, I've wanted to do this for some time for the other WriMo months - I finally sat myself down and decided today's the day, it's getting done, I'm putting together a worksheet for ALL the months of the year, not just the WriMo months.

I direct this to you, Avid Reader!

Hey there!  I've got a question for all of you avid readers out there, if I may?

Do you remember what age you were when you fell in love with books?  And yes, comics totally count, too.  Do you remember what genre it was you were first exposed to that you decided, 'Hey, this is neat!' and couldn't get enough?

RFS. Rebellious Follicle Syndrome. Yeah, it's a thing (totally lying, I made it up)

So, a few days ago, my neighbour French braided my hair.  It looked SUH-WEET.  I've not had hair long enough to do that in years.  When she did it, I'd not brushed my hair that morning, and y'all know how long my hair is, right, but it's also incredibly THICK.  Kinda like my skull.  ;) 

For reference on how long it's been since my hair's been French braided, I was in high school.  I'm now in my early 40s.  My hair has undergone all sorts of torture, hell I was even BALD for a spell when I was 20! 

Can't argue with THAT logic! And other random conversations with my favourite 6-year-old.

Remember in my last post, I'd mentioned something about having been out-logic'ed by a 6-year-old?

Okay, so I'm going to tell you this and then I'm going to go get my stuff done and go crash for a little while.

Escapism isn't necessarily bad, mmkay?

I would like to take a moment to talk about mental health.

Regardless if you suffer from mental illness (like yours truly), or if you don't, we ALL need to take a moment (or few) to have some down time.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with saying, "I'm not going to people today.  No, today I am going to cat (or whatever animal floats your boat, I just happen to choose cat because with my own experience with my cats, they tend to just laze about all day, staring off into space, napping, eating, more staring off into space....)."  My partner likes to unwind by playing video games or reading funny stuff aloud to me from a group he's a member on for Veterans and Active Duty Military.  I love the stuff he shares because of the fact that a) it's beyond funny, and b) having been around a number of military personnel in my life, I do understand most of the humour.  There's been a tiny handful of times I've needed him to clarify a comment or story, but that's it.  :)  He's also an avid reader like myself.

O Death, Thou Detestable Maw!

Next to the post I just shared with you all, this is about to be one of the realest, most rawest (yes, that's a word because I said so) posts you're going to see from me.

Always Remember September 2001.

Sixteen years ago today, life changed for my country in a vastly different direction that we didn't expect (or, maybe some of us did, but didn't expect it would happen in our own lifetime to see.....  Isn't that the way of things, though...).  I won't ever forget where I was or what I was doing that morning.  I won't go into it here because I just can't bring myself to talk about it.  I have discussed it in the past, but I've had a new and more personal grief hit me eight days ago with the sudden passing of a very close friend. (I will write a tribute to her in my next post)