Kids are playing outside our window. Willie Fu and Chewie are watching them intently. Earlier I saw them with fishing poles in hand and a bucket toward the creek. They came back about an hour ago, empty-handed but grinning from ear-to-ear as only kids can do when they have no cares in the world or worries on their shoulders. You can help but smile watching their joy and play – their youth.
They are so happy and so relaxed I realized I had not seen this on the faces of many people here in the apartment complex, especially the children. I see children walking everywhere here. Their heads are usually down, or they are looking straight ahead with their ears plugged into MP3 players. It is almost as if they are afraid to be happy, to live and play and act their age. These kids, the ones outside my window, are enjoying the perfect summer day. They are laughing, jumping, running, and chasing each other in some game, or maybe just moving to let go of all the energy they have kept bottled for so long.
Seeing them reminds me to be happy.
KMGN: This is always good to know. Hope you can put this to use.
Originally posted on UNlimiters:
If you’re the kind of traveler that likes to save money whenever possible who also doesn’t mind forgoing a bit of privacy – maybe you even love making new friends – then a hostel may be right up your alley, even as a wheelchair-user.
The good news is that thousands of accessible hostels exist all around the world. While it’s great so many are out there, not all of them are something to write home about. Many are barely accessible and are in some pretty blah locations.
There are however some amazing wheelchair accessible hostels located in an outstanding locations. These hostels give you the best of both worlds – frugality and accessibility to a great location – so you can visit where you want without fear of going broke by the end of your trip. Now that’s my kind of vacation.
Read on seven accessible hostels found in some…
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Today has been a day of figuring out budgets and numbers and trying to get the characters in the WHRT to co-operate with me. I gave up on WHRT half way through and decided I would concentrate on getting some numbers arranged for the taxes. Surprisingly, the numbers for the taxes went much smoother than the characters and current work in progress. Will I be changing my life’s calling to numbers and taxes in the near future? Nope. Today was just a better day for the numbers than for the words.
Along with words, numbers, taxes, and the general grind of unhappy joints, today was also a day for playing Dark Souls. It is one of the hardest video games I have ever played. Not only are the bosses hard, but the ordinary mooks are difficult. What’s more, the game actually figures out how you play and changes things accordingly. I am hooked on the game and am determined to see it through. It is the perfect relaxation tool for when words and numbers get to a person. There is also a Dark Souls II out there in the world, and as soon as I have money, whether I am finished with the original, I am purchasing!
This made my mouth water at the thought of fresh, home-made lasagna!
My favorite lasagna is my sister’s. J’s lasagna is always meaty and delicious with just the right amount of sauce. I don’t like “drippy” lasagna and her’s is just perfect.
One of my favorite memories is of her baking a lasagna for me for my birthday. The entire house smelled of Italy and love, because she had also baked me a chocolate birthday cake, too. Sometimes being the youngest in the family isn’t so bad.
Do you have a favorite lasagna memory?
KMGN: This is really frightening. I, for one, am an avid reader. My entire family reads, including my husband. I don’t understand how anyone can not enjoy a good book or a good story. What do you think about this? Is it true?
KMGN: Everyone can always do with good books and adventures! Reblogging for those that don’t normally read this blog so you too have a chance to win something! Give it a whirl!
Originally posted on A Writer's Life For Me.:
As you may have noticed, the past few week I have been linking to a rafflecopter giveaway on my romance weekly posts.
Well, today is giveaway day!
Good luck to everyone who entered.
If you didn’t, why not pop over to our event page? There are some great fun things happening, including even more giveaways :D
Who doesn’t want to be in with the chance to win some great book by amazing authors?
Head on over and join the fun!
KMGN: This sort of news is always helpful somewhere so am making sure to share.
Originally posted on WordPress.com News:
As many of you know, we periodically release new features and updates to the software that powers WordPress.com sites. We’re excited to share the freshest crop of improvements with you today, and hope they’ll make great content even easier to create.
Some of the highlights of this major update:
- The Media Library’s look has been upgraded, and your files are now displayed, by default, in an easy-to-view grid. Still prefer the old list view? You can toggle back and forth as many times as you wish.
- Composing new posts — and editing old ones — has just become a lot easier with a fixed toolbar. You no longer need to scroll up and down the Post Editor to make changes, which makes longform writing, in particular, especially smoother.
- Improved audio playlists let you enter artist and album information, which will be displayed in the audio player in the published post.
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KMGN: Very important subject!
Originally posted on S.K. Nicholls:
There is not a lot of recourse against the site itself, especially if the site is out of the country. If the web hosting site is U.S.A., you can send a DMCA take down letter to the web hosting site. They are under pressure to break the links of sites performing copyright infringement. You are also required to share some personal information in the letter which you should do with the hosting company NOT the offending site.
How do you find the site hosting company?
You can search domain registration on whois.com at: http://www.whois.com/whois/
Once you find the web hosting site look for their contact info or legal contact. This is usually an email address link.
Gene Quinn has a sample letter you can personalize (copy and paste into email) and send to the hosting company:
You will need the offending site’s URL for your work. Once you get…
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KMGN: I have also asked this same question. Several times in fact. What do you think?
Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:
Eh, it’s Friday, so we’re going to have a little fun debate. ZOMBIES. I never actively intended the undead to be part of my author brand, but strangely? It fits. Just take one glance at an author trying to make deadline (hmmm, word choice?) or someone who’s been through Revision Hell? The term “Walking Dead” fits. These poor souls shamble around moaning. They wear stained clothes, coffee mug in hand and have that creepy thousand-yard stare.
Don’t shoot! Well, unless it’s a tranquilizer gun because that is the only way many writers in these stages are going to get any sleep.
Jokes aside, why have zombies invaded pop culture?
The Spawn and Zombies
It started out kinda cute. It was Halloween and Spawn was three. But first, a tad of backstory so y’all have context.
When Spawn was slightly less than two, he began…
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This has been strange week #2 in a short span of time. I am more than ready for a “normal” week to return.
First off, this was the week I went back to the rheumatologist. The last time I saw him was three years ago when he said there was nothing more he could do for me. Since I am in the middle of having a horrible flare, *happy dance*, he was able to do something for me! One of the medicines my GP had me on was changed, but he left everything else just as it was. Dr. N was also very relieved I was seeing pain management because, I think, he was afraid he would need to refer me and it would be an extremely long wait.
Unlike the pain management doctor, Dr. J, he was very glad to see my pain journal. I was half afraid he would scoff going through the pages because I have taken to taking down the weather in relation to when I hurt worse; when I do tai chi and qi gong; when I eat something different and whether the pain is worse, better, or the same; and what my moods are sometimes and whether or not I have had to take anything for my nerves. Of course he didn’t look at every single page, but he did give it a look through, which made me relieved I had taken it with me because I didn’t have to explain very much.
However, getting to the rheumatologist’s appoint was a different matter all together. I took the local wheelchair transportation service since there wasn’t a bus stop anywhere close to where I needed to go. The plan was – I was going to take WHEELS to the appointment, The Husband would meet me there, and since his work place was just down and across the road, we would part in the parking lot and we would continue with our days. I had to be ready to catch the van at 7:30 AM. I am the slowest person I know so I made sure to sleep in my chair (I rested exceptionally well) and was awake and moving around at 6:10. I was ready to go when I needed to be.
The driver and van arrived around 7:45 AM. The driver was not someone I had ridden with before. He weighed about 500-600 pounds and had a severe limp. My first thought was that he needed to be riding WHEELS instead of driving for them. Once in the van and he was working at securing the tie-downs he had to lean very heavily against my chair to lever himself up or down. The Husband was in our van behind us and the ride out of the parking lot here at the apartment complex was gentle and easy. When we hit the main road, though, it was a different story.
I was in the second wheelchair slot so I figured we were heading out to pick up someone else who was also in a wheelchair. This was the case and Carlos went on to the doctor’s to wait for me. Without The Husband being behind us, the ride became very rough. There wasn’t a single pothole missed or rough surface driven over. Once or twice he went around a curve so hard it surprised me I did not flip over in my chair despite the tie-downs. We also rocketed toward stop signs and stop lights only to begin slowing down extremely late; he did not slam on the brakes, which would cause an even harder jolt, but it was so rough there was still a jar and jolt that kept me always tense, braced and ready for hard turns and stops.
The person we were to to pick up was not there so we headed out for my appointment. It was around eight o’clock then and I had to be at the appointment by 8:30. Even though the street we needed was close, we did not reach the building and I was not inside until 8:45 AM. During this time my husband kept calling and asking me where we were and what was taking so long. He told me once we were inside he was about ready to call dispatch and find out where I was and why I wasn’t where I needed to be. This was after getting me safely inside the building because I was shivering in pain.
I knew the ride in the WHEELS van was going to be rough, so I made sure to some pain medication early so it would be working when I got on the bus. An hour later I had to take more because I was hurting so badly. Plus, the doctor’s office was so cold the general ache of arthritis began as well as the near-injury pain I was already suffering from.
Carlos made sure to take me somewhere to get me something to eat and then home. I was in such bad shape he actually took the rest of the day off to look after me. I had to take pain medication all through the day and sleep in my chair that night because I was in such physically bad condition I could not stand up to walk just a few feet to get into the bed!
The very next day I called the wheelchair transportation place and was told the video from inside the van was reviewed and they saw nothing untoward the driver had done to me so my complaint was taken care of and then said, “Thank you for riding WHEELS.” I then proceeded to explain, again, this was not my complaint, but the person I spoke too repeated the same thing and hung up again. I would rather take the regular bus than ride WHEELS, and it used to be the other way around. Very few people they have hired to drive lately actually care about their passengers; in fact, I don’t believe the riders are “passengers” but cargo.
Because of that ride my body has had to recuperate, which has kept all of my usual, normal activities out of the question.
Yes, I am ready for a normal day. I miss them.