Please continue to keep my dear friend, neighbor, & previous coworker Lindsey Warner-Jones in your thoughts. While attending an event out of state, one of her three girls came down with some kind of strep-induced bacterial infection which has kept her hospitalized far from home. The family is unable to afford the care flight which would carry her from Riley Hospital for Children in Indianapolis to Dayton Children’s Hospital in Ohio, so for now they are stuck bouncing back and forth between a hotel and the hospital. (See the Full Story Here!)
Baby Aubrey Jones has endured surgery to have a pic line inserted; the repeated shutting down of her organs as she fights off toxins caused by bacterial infections and resulting high fevers; and vent to help her breathe as she is unable to get oxygen on her own. The last information supplied to the public indicates Aubrey is still fighting to live.
Friends have rallied around this beautiful family to raise money.
Another door to door fundraiser is scheduled for Thursday, July 19.
Please meet at 6:00 p.m. at the CVS in Tipp City, Ohio.
If you can’t make it, please consider donating online: http://www.indiegogo.com/aubreyssick?c=pledges
Alternatively, you may make a DEPOSIT directly to the personal account of Lindsey Warner-Jones at any Fifth Third Bank.
What’s Up Wenzday Point #1:
A note of clarification —
It’s been brought to my attention that I am three, not even smart enough to be three, unintelligent, an idiot, full of horseshit, a hypocrite, and ought to have my husband piss in my mouth. There were other insults, too, these were the ones I most remembered.
during the clue mating season
in a field full of horny clues
if you smeared your body with clue musk
and did the clue mating dance.
First, I am not three. I am in my thirties. I have a birth certificate to prove it. Although if you are one of those weird people who don’t believe birth certificates prove anything, this might not mean much to you. Let’s see, how can I prove I’m older than three? Well for one thing, I don’t know any toddlers who have read both Shakespeare as well as Harry Potter. But maybe you have a prodigy, so this still means nothing. What else do I have? Oh, I have a college degree! But then, you can get those online. Shoot. I served my country! I have the DD-214 on file to prove it! *yes*… thank you, military, for saving my life on this score. Of course, being in the military doesn’t necessarily mean I’m smart enough to be three, so that one I will let you have. I might not be more intelligent than a three-year-old.
I may also be an idiot. I’m not sure about this. I don’t think I am an idiot, but I will admit to being a multiple-divorcee, which means I have engaged in idiot taste in men. Also, I worked with a military intelligence unit, which could be considered idiotic. I’ll have to think more on this. Turns out, I might be an idiot.
I am definitely not full of horseshit. I know this because I’ve had several miscarriages, and it wasn’t poop that left my body. Also, when my toe almost got chopped off, I bled profusely. And I got bursitis once, which indicates something other than feces was happening inside my hip. I had a cyst removed at one time, and nobody mentioned any signs of internal caca. My doctor would probably be able to tell that sort of thing.
I don’t think I should have my husband piss in my mouth. I don’t think anyone should. That’s just icky. And if I’m wrong on this one, Baby, I don’t wanna be right.
What’s Up Wenzday Point #2:
My Happiness Project —
Happy is a choice. That’s still my #1 mantra, along with this one: The Key to doing ANYTHING is doing SOMETHING. Last week, per Gretchen Rubin’s blog, I began my Happiness Project by putting together a list of my Personal Commandments:
As Gretchen Rubin insists, “You should have one too!”
Adopt a symbol for yourself and your Happiness Project.
Life symbol, Imago, Figuration, Totem, Flag, Logo, Personal Metaphor, Brand, Motto… whatever you want to call it, let it be a reminder of who are and who you strive to be.
In fact, words are well adapted
for description and the arousing of emotion,
but for many kinds of precise thought
other symbols are much better.
~John B. S. Haldane
Integral to my well-being is the sun. I mean this both physically AND mentally. I have taken to sitting outside for twenty minutes every day, rain or shine, so as to force myself to take a break, enjoy the outdoors for a moment, remove myself from the world of techno-babble, and get some Vitamin D. One happy side effect is that my skin has cleared up. Additionally, I find intense heat much less distasteful than I used to.
I’m gonna soak up the sun
Gonna tell everyone To lighten up
(I’m gonna tell ‘em that)
I’ve got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
(I’m looking up)
I’m gonna soak up the sun…
~Sheryl Crow, Soak Up the Sun
But my reason for choosing the sun as my personal symbol goes deeper than this. From the time I was born, my mom has always referred to me as her sunshine, and to my sister as her butterfly. My mom says that my smile shines like a ray of light, and that I am a pure joy to be around. I don’t know that this is always so true, but that isn’t the point. The point is, I feel responsible to live up to that imagery, while at the same time happy that it represents the better side of me.
Good Day Sunshine
~The Beatles, Good Day Sunshine
What’s Up Wenzday Point #3:
My Work in Progress, or as I like to call it, my wippy-doodle!
Not sure of word count, because I’m using this awesome new program in which I’m taking notes. This past week I’ve done a bit of outlining on my story, begun Chapter 3, started some very basic character sketches, and found an image of a woman I like who represents one of my narrators. I also figured out where the “end of Act 1” occurs and how far along I should be at that point. Mostly admin stuffs, but all to the greater good.
And I’m still excited about the project, which is most excellent, because now that I’m not being all black-n-white about my word count expectations, I can actually DO THE WORK while at the same time having some flipping fun. I even bought a book about writing which I found in the bargain bin at Barnes & Noble which I’m enthusiastic to read!
Bonus Material —
Because I saw this in B&N, and couldn’t resist sharing.
And that’s what’s up Wenzday.
Hope your Hump-Day is full of hump-ish good times.
I’d love to hear what’s up with YOUR Wenzday!
Please tell me how *YOUR* Happiness Project is coming along!
And don’t forget to please consider donating to Aubrey Jones online: http://www.indiegogo.com/aubreyssick?c=pledges