Yup, watched the Super Bowl all the way through.
It was an enjoyable game, and it wasn't until the end of the fourth quarter that (I think) anyone knew the Pack would win.
Aaron Rodgers was stellar; Ben R., less so. Of course, Green Bay could've been up by a lot more points if some of his receivers held on to the ball. But the Steelers kept coming back and coming back, and I was reminded of the 2nd Giants-Eagles game this year (what a nightmare, one I really don't want to remember).
The Steelers, though, weren't able to overcome the Packers' defense at the end. Or maybe it was a combo of that and some poor throws by Big Ben.
Whatever. I like both teams, still do (except when they play the Giants).
This was a great ending to the 2010 NFL season. Now if the Collective Bargaining Agreement can be worked out before the start of the 2011 season...
Nancy Beck
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07 February 2011
Congrats to the Green Bay Packers!
Yup, watched the Super Bowl all the way through.
It was an enjoyable game, and it wasn't until the end of the fourth quarter that (I think) anyone knew the Pack would win.
Aaron Rodgers was stellar; Ben R., less so. Of course, Green Bay could've been up by a lot more points if some of his receivers held on to the ball. But the Steelers kept coming back and coming back, and I was reminded of the 2nd Giants-Eagles game this year (what a nightmare, one I really don't want to remember).
The Steelers, though, weren't able to overcome the Packers' defense at the end. Or maybe it was a combo of that and some poor throws by Big Ben.
Whatever. I like both teams, still do (except when they play the Giants).
This was a great ending to the 2010 NFL season. Now if the Collective Bargaining Agreement can be worked out before the start of the 2011 season...
Nancy Beck
It was an enjoyable game, and it wasn't until the end of the fourth quarter that (I think) anyone knew the Pack would win.
Aaron Rodgers was stellar; Ben R., less so. Of course, Green Bay could've been up by a lot more points if some of his receivers held on to the ball. But the Steelers kept coming back and coming back, and I was reminded of the 2nd Giants-Eagles game this year (what a nightmare, one I really don't want to remember).
The Steelers, though, weren't able to overcome the Packers' defense at the end. Or maybe it was a combo of that and some poor throws by Big Ben.
Whatever. I like both teams, still do (except when they play the Giants).
This was a great ending to the 2010 NFL season. Now if the Collective Bargaining Agreement can be worked out before the start of the 2011 season...
Nancy Beck
24 January 2011
I still have a Wordpress blog
But I decided to resurrect this one...because it's more fun for me (and I can do neato things like suggest books, including my own (once that day comes)).
For the time being, I'll keep the Fantasy Scribblings blog, but I'll phase it out at some point.
Hmm...welcome back, welcome back, welcome back! (Remember the old sitcom, Welcome Back, Kotter. Yeah, sung to that music.)
Fun to welcome myself back, wot?
Nancy
For the time being, I'll keep the Fantasy Scribblings blog, but I'll phase it out at some point.
Hmm...welcome back, welcome back, welcome back! (Remember the old sitcom, Welcome Back, Kotter. Yeah, sung to that music.)
Fun to welcome myself back, wot?
Nancy
I still have a Wordpress blog
But I decided to resurrect this one...because it's more fun for me (and I can do neato things like suggest books, including my own (once that day comes)).
For the time being, I'll keep the Fantasy Scribblings blog, but I'll phase it out at some point.
Hmm...welcome back, welcome back, welcome back! (Remember the old sitcom, Welcome Back, Kotter. Yeah, sung to that music.)
Fun to welcome myself back, wot?
Nancy
For the time being, I'll keep the Fantasy Scribblings blog, but I'll phase it out at some point.
Hmm...welcome back, welcome back, welcome back! (Remember the old sitcom, Welcome Back, Kotter. Yeah, sung to that music.)
Fun to welcome myself back, wot?
Nancy
19 December 2009
Christmas and Stuff
So now is the time of year when a lot of people's thoughts turn to that old (and cherished) chestnut, A Christmas Carol
.
I've seen the original American film version
(done in 1938), with Reginald Owen as Scrooge (it was supposed to go to Lionel Barrymore, who used to do an annual radio version of the book, but he was scratched because of an injury), the classic British film version
(about 1951 or so), with Alastair Sim as Scrooge, and an American TV version
with George C. Scott as Scrooge. All are excellent.
More...
I'm embarassed to admit that I haven't actually read the Dickens' novel, but I hope to be rectifying that some time soon.
The Radio Broadcast
However, a friend of my husband and I has a radio show (it's an all-volunteer station in the area), and he invited us to be part of his annual Christmas deliverance of A Christmas Carol (like Lionel Barrymore's)...and, yes, your not-so-humble, er, writer here did indeed partake of it, playing three roles, that of a girl in mourning, Fred's wife (Fred is the nephew of Scrooge), and a servant girl.
Our friend took the part of Scrooge, since it's his show...and he did a marvelous job of it.
Who, Me Nervous?
We're not talking a national broadcasting station, but our friend's show is heard in the northwestern counties of NJ and some eastern counties of PA (think: Easton). Anyhoo, I read through the script (which changes every year), thinking about the people whom I had to portray...their stations in life...and the fact that I had to do all three with a British accent.
The first one was a little hard, as the young girl is in mourning, and gives a sort of intense speech. I had the most verbiage with this role. The next one, I decided to give a sort of dour but sprightliness to my accent, while the last one, I was trying to give a sort of Cockney ring to it (this is right after Scrooge changes).
Amazing
All eight or so of us were standing around the mics, as the studio is pretty small, and fitting all those chairs in made our friend feel a bit claustrophobic. One of our friend's friends, who typed up the script, gave me a big thumb's up after reading through the first role.
And then everyone was complimenting me on my readings! :-) Let me tell you: IT WAS A BLAST!! I had so much fun, I talked about it for a long time afterwards. Of course, my husband complimented me as well, and as he always fancied himself the actor type, it took my breath away.
Oh, it was fun, fun, FUN!! I wanna do it again! I don't know if I'll be able to next year, depending on the work situation, but I hope I'll be able to take off that Friday before Christmas.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
.I've seen the original American film version
(done in 1938), with Reginald Owen as Scrooge (it was supposed to go to Lionel Barrymore, who used to do an annual radio version of the book, but he was scratched because of an injury), the classic British film version (about 1951 or so), with Alastair Sim as Scrooge, and an American TV version with George C. Scott as Scrooge. All are excellent.More...
I'm embarassed to admit that I haven't actually read the Dickens' novel, but I hope to be rectifying that some time soon.
The Radio Broadcast
However, a friend of my husband and I has a radio show (it's an all-volunteer station in the area), and he invited us to be part of his annual Christmas deliverance of A Christmas Carol (like Lionel Barrymore's)...and, yes, your not-so-humble, er, writer here did indeed partake of it, playing three roles, that of a girl in mourning, Fred's wife (Fred is the nephew of Scrooge), and a servant girl.
Our friend took the part of Scrooge, since it's his show...and he did a marvelous job of it.
Who, Me Nervous?
We're not talking a national broadcasting station, but our friend's show is heard in the northwestern counties of NJ and some eastern counties of PA (think: Easton). Anyhoo, I read through the script (which changes every year), thinking about the people whom I had to portray...their stations in life...and the fact that I had to do all three with a British accent.
The first one was a little hard, as the young girl is in mourning, and gives a sort of intense speech. I had the most verbiage with this role. The next one, I decided to give a sort of dour but sprightliness to my accent, while the last one, I was trying to give a sort of Cockney ring to it (this is right after Scrooge changes).
Amazing
All eight or so of us were standing around the mics, as the studio is pretty small, and fitting all those chairs in made our friend feel a bit claustrophobic. One of our friend's friends, who typed up the script, gave me a big thumb's up after reading through the first role.
And then everyone was complimenting me on my readings! :-) Let me tell you: IT WAS A BLAST!! I had so much fun, I talked about it for a long time afterwards. Of course, my husband complimented me as well, and as he always fancied himself the actor type, it took my breath away.
Oh, it was fun, fun, FUN!! I wanna do it again! I don't know if I'll be able to next year, depending on the work situation, but I hope I'll be able to take off that Friday before Christmas.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Christmas and Stuff
So now is the time of year when a lot of people's thoughts turn to that old (and cherished) chestnut, A Christmas Carol.
I've seen the original American film version (done in 1938), with Reginald Owen as Scrooge (it was supposed to go to Lionel Barrymore, who used to do an annual radio version of the book, but he was scratched because of an injury), the classic British film version (about 1951 or so), with Alastair Sim as Scrooge, and an American TV version with George C. Scott as Scrooge. All are excellent.
More...
I'm embarassed to admit that I haven't actually read the Dickens' novel, but I hope to be rectifying that some time soon.
The Radio Broadcast
However, a friend of my husband and I has a radio show (it's an all-volunteer station in the area), and he invited us to be part of his annual Christmas deliverance of A Christmas Carol (like Lionel Barrymore's)...and, yes, your not-so-humble, er, writer here did indeed partake of it, playing three roles, that of a girl in mourning, Fred's wife (Fred is the nephew of Scrooge), and a servant girl.
Our friend took the part of Scrooge, since it's his show...and he did a marvelous job of it.
Who, Me Nervous?
We're not talking a national broadcasting station, but our friend's show is heard in the northwestern counties of NJ and some eastern counties of PA (think: Easton). Anyhoo, I read through the script (which changes every year), thinking about the people whom I had to portray...their stations in life...and the fact that I had to do all three with a British accent.
The first one was a little hard, as the young girl is in mourning, and gives a sort of intense speech. I had the most verbiage with this role. The next one, I decided to give a sort of dour but sprightliness to my accent, while the last one, I was trying to give a sort of Cockney ring to it (this is right after Scrooge changes).
Amazing
All eight or so of us were standing around the mics, as the studio is pretty small, and fitting all those chairs in made our friend feel a bit claustrophobic. One of our friend's friends, who typed up the script, gave me a big thumb's up after reading through the first role.
And then everyone was complimenting me on my readings! :-) Let me tell you: IT WAS A BLAST!! I had so much fun, I talked about it for a long time afterwards. Of course, my husband complimented me as well, and as he always fancied himself the actor type, it took my breath away.
Oh, it was fun, fun, FUN!! I wanna do it again! I don't know if I'll be able to next year, depending on the work situation, but I hope I'll be able to take off that Friday before Christmas.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
.I've seen the original American film version
(done in 1938), with Reginald Owen as Scrooge (it was supposed to go to Lionel Barrymore, who used to do an annual radio version of the book, but he was scratched because of an injury), the classic British film version (about 1951 or so), with Alastair Sim as Scrooge, and an American TV version with George C. Scott as Scrooge. All are excellent.More...
I'm embarassed to admit that I haven't actually read the Dickens' novel, but I hope to be rectifying that some time soon.
The Radio Broadcast
However, a friend of my husband and I has a radio show (it's an all-volunteer station in the area), and he invited us to be part of his annual Christmas deliverance of A Christmas Carol (like Lionel Barrymore's)...and, yes, your not-so-humble, er, writer here did indeed partake of it, playing three roles, that of a girl in mourning, Fred's wife (Fred is the nephew of Scrooge), and a servant girl.
Our friend took the part of Scrooge, since it's his show...and he did a marvelous job of it.
Who, Me Nervous?
We're not talking a national broadcasting station, but our friend's show is heard in the northwestern counties of NJ and some eastern counties of PA (think: Easton). Anyhoo, I read through the script (which changes every year), thinking about the people whom I had to portray...their stations in life...and the fact that I had to do all three with a British accent.
The first one was a little hard, as the young girl is in mourning, and gives a sort of intense speech. I had the most verbiage with this role. The next one, I decided to give a sort of dour but sprightliness to my accent, while the last one, I was trying to give a sort of Cockney ring to it (this is right after Scrooge changes).
Amazing
All eight or so of us were standing around the mics, as the studio is pretty small, and fitting all those chairs in made our friend feel a bit claustrophobic. One of our friend's friends, who typed up the script, gave me a big thumb's up after reading through the first role.
And then everyone was complimenting me on my readings! :-) Let me tell you: IT WAS A BLAST!! I had so much fun, I talked about it for a long time afterwards. Of course, my husband complimented me as well, and as he always fancied himself the actor type, it took my breath away.
Oh, it was fun, fun, FUN!! I wanna do it again! I don't know if I'll be able to next year, depending on the work situation, but I hope I'll be able to take off that Friday before Christmas.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
17 August 2009
Been A Long Time
"...been a long, lonely, lonely time..."
I was reminded of the Led Zeppelin lyrics when I sat to write this post, the first in a very long time.
I have been through a lot of crap recently, the latest being a "holding pattern" in my current job. I haven't been at work since the end of June, although I continue to be paid.
Before you say, "Hey, where do I sign up?" let me tell you, it's no fun, especially with hubby at home on disability pay.
More...
Still, you say, that sounds like a great set up.
Again I say, it's not.
I have begun to rewrite my WIP, lol, for the billionth or so time. I just recently picked up a couple of how-to books that have spurred me on, including one about creating better characters (which I think was one of the problems with this WIP). I'm going to write more in depth about the writing books in other posts, but suffice to say, I feel like one in particular has given the WIP a new freshness.
Yeah, I'm excited about writing again! :-)
I'm also going to do one or two catch-up posts on the fiction I've read recently, including a fantasy series that I've been curious about a little while, and another which I've been curious about for quite a long while (just started that one a few days ago).
Plus, I've joined Facebook and today, Twitter (names at both: ncbeck). With Facebook, I can keep in touch with friends, and even managed to find a couple of cousins who use it (although I haven't yet corresponded with them beyond the initial friending). As for Twitter...not sure yet what I'm going to do with it, but I can always delete it if I feel I don't use it enough or find it useful.
Before I sign off, I want to thank Theadra and others out there who have given me a boost, a sort of, "Keep at it!" Much, much thanks and love to you all! :-)
That's about it for today. Look for the fiction catch-all(s) and my take on some good writing how-tos.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
I was reminded of the Led Zeppelin lyrics when I sat to write this post, the first in a very long time.
I have been through a lot of crap recently, the latest being a "holding pattern" in my current job. I haven't been at work since the end of June, although I continue to be paid.
Before you say, "Hey, where do I sign up?" let me tell you, it's no fun, especially with hubby at home on disability pay.
More...
Still, you say, that sounds like a great set up.
Again I say, it's not.
I have begun to rewrite my WIP, lol, for the billionth or so time. I just recently picked up a couple of how-to books that have spurred me on, including one about creating better characters (which I think was one of the problems with this WIP). I'm going to write more in depth about the writing books in other posts, but suffice to say, I feel like one in particular has given the WIP a new freshness.
Yeah, I'm excited about writing again! :-)
I'm also going to do one or two catch-up posts on the fiction I've read recently, including a fantasy series that I've been curious about a little while, and another which I've been curious about for quite a long while (just started that one a few days ago).
Plus, I've joined Facebook and today, Twitter (names at both: ncbeck). With Facebook, I can keep in touch with friends, and even managed to find a couple of cousins who use it (although I haven't yet corresponded with them beyond the initial friending). As for Twitter...not sure yet what I'm going to do with it, but I can always delete it if I feel I don't use it enough or find it useful.
Before I sign off, I want to thank Theadra and others out there who have given me a boost, a sort of, "Keep at it!" Much, much thanks and love to you all! :-)
That's about it for today. Look for the fiction catch-all(s) and my take on some good writing how-tos.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Been A Long Time
"...been a long, lonely, lonely time..."
I was reminded of the Led Zeppelin lyrics when I sat to write this post, the first in a very long time.
I have been through a lot of crap recently, the latest being a "holding pattern" in my current job. I haven't been at work since the end of June, although I continue to be paid.
Before you say, "Hey, where do I sign up?" let me tell you, it's no fun, especially with hubby at home on disability pay.
More...
Still, you say, that sounds like a great set up.
Again I say, it's not.
I have begun to rewrite my WIP, lol, for the billionth or so time. I just recently picked up a couple of how-to books that have spurred me on, including one about creating better characters (which I think was one of the problems with this WIP). I'm going to write more in depth about the writing books in other posts, but suffice to say, I feel like one in particular has given the WIP a new freshness.
Yeah, I'm excited about writing again! :-)
I'm also going to do one or two catch-up posts on the fiction I've read recently, including a fantasy series that I've been curious about a little while, and another which I've been curious about for quite a long while (just started that one a few days ago).
Plus, I've joined Facebook and today, Twitter (names at both: ncbeck). With Facebook, I can keep in touch with friends, and even managed to find a couple of cousins who use it (although I haven't yet corresponded with them beyond the initial friending). As for Twitter...not sure yet what I'm going to do with it, but I can always delete it if I feel I don't use it enough or find it useful.
Before I sign off, I want to thank Theadra and others out there who have given me a boost, a sort of, "Keep at it!" Much, much thanks and love to you all! :-)
That's about it for today. Look for the fiction catch-all(s) and my take on some good writing how-tos.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
I was reminded of the Led Zeppelin lyrics when I sat to write this post, the first in a very long time.
I have been through a lot of crap recently, the latest being a "holding pattern" in my current job. I haven't been at work since the end of June, although I continue to be paid.
Before you say, "Hey, where do I sign up?" let me tell you, it's no fun, especially with hubby at home on disability pay.
More...
Still, you say, that sounds like a great set up.
Again I say, it's not.
I have begun to rewrite my WIP, lol, for the billionth or so time. I just recently picked up a couple of how-to books that have spurred me on, including one about creating better characters (which I think was one of the problems with this WIP). I'm going to write more in depth about the writing books in other posts, but suffice to say, I feel like one in particular has given the WIP a new freshness.
Yeah, I'm excited about writing again! :-)
I'm also going to do one or two catch-up posts on the fiction I've read recently, including a fantasy series that I've been curious about a little while, and another which I've been curious about for quite a long while (just started that one a few days ago).
Plus, I've joined Facebook and today, Twitter (names at both: ncbeck). With Facebook, I can keep in touch with friends, and even managed to find a couple of cousins who use it (although I haven't yet corresponded with them beyond the initial friending). As for Twitter...not sure yet what I'm going to do with it, but I can always delete it if I feel I don't use it enough or find it useful.
Before I sign off, I want to thank Theadra and others out there who have given me a boost, a sort of, "Keep at it!" Much, much thanks and love to you all! :-)
That's about it for today. Look for the fiction catch-all(s) and my take on some good writing how-tos.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
11 May 2009
Sorry For Not Posting Anything For A While...
My personal life is kind of in a shambles right now.
It's got nothing to do with hubby not having a job for 2 years now.
Or that he's waiting for Social Security Disability to give him the thumb's up for getting disability pay.
No.
It's about me.
I am on the precipice, looking into the abyss (almost, sorta, kinda rhymes) known as getting fired.
Yup.
Me.
Me, who has 20-some years experience doing this sort of stuff. Me, who suffered a brain aneurysm last year, but survived. (No, this is not a ghost or a clone typing this, heh.) Me, who's had trouble getting all this at my new job to click in my head.
And maybe that's part of the problem. Maybe certain brain functions are screwed up or something, because a lot of what I'm being taught and trained just isn't staying in my brain; I've had some faux paus lately that I knew were wrong, but it's as if I couldn't help myself.
Sheesh.
Anyhoo, I actually brought home a manual I've been told to work on in the hopes that I can get all of it banged out and to my boss on Monday. She's wanted to see it from time to time to edit, and I've tried to give that to her, but it's not good enough. I've always tried to finish things first before handing them over, but that's not what she wants, apparently.
Again, this might be more of my fried brain, but who the hell knows?
All I know is that I've been playing the lottery like you wouldn't believe. Not that I'm spending hundreds of dollars a week on that; that's nuts. I have spent $10 or $20 a week, and have managed to get 2 numbers on 2 or 3 different tickets, but that's been it so far. I got some books that take a more mathematical approach to this (lowering the odds to win by looking at different trends or patterns), but I still haven't done better than 2 numbers on a ticket.
Once I get to 3 numbers, I know I'll have gotten this thing down. Until then, I keep looking for certain trends and have actually caught a couple, but nothing won as yet.
It's all a matter of time, all around, ya know?
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
It's got nothing to do with hubby not having a job for 2 years now.
Or that he's waiting for Social Security Disability to give him the thumb's up for getting disability pay.
No.
It's about me.
I am on the precipice, looking into the abyss (almost, sorta, kinda rhymes) known as getting fired.
Yup.
Me.
Me, who has 20-some years experience doing this sort of stuff. Me, who suffered a brain aneurysm last year, but survived. (No, this is not a ghost or a clone typing this, heh.) Me, who's had trouble getting all this at my new job to click in my head.
And maybe that's part of the problem. Maybe certain brain functions are screwed up or something, because a lot of what I'm being taught and trained just isn't staying in my brain; I've had some faux paus lately that I knew were wrong, but it's as if I couldn't help myself.
Sheesh.
Anyhoo, I actually brought home a manual I've been told to work on in the hopes that I can get all of it banged out and to my boss on Monday. She's wanted to see it from time to time to edit, and I've tried to give that to her, but it's not good enough. I've always tried to finish things first before handing them over, but that's not what she wants, apparently.
Again, this might be more of my fried brain, but who the hell knows?
All I know is that I've been playing the lottery like you wouldn't believe. Not that I'm spending hundreds of dollars a week on that; that's nuts. I have spent $10 or $20 a week, and have managed to get 2 numbers on 2 or 3 different tickets, but that's been it so far. I got some books that take a more mathematical approach to this (lowering the odds to win by looking at different trends or patterns), but I still haven't done better than 2 numbers on a ticket.
Once I get to 3 numbers, I know I'll have gotten this thing down. Until then, I keep looking for certain trends and have actually caught a couple, but nothing won as yet.
It's all a matter of time, all around, ya know?
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Sorry For Not Posting Anything For A While...
My personal life is kind of in a shambles right now.
It's got nothing to do with hubby not having a job for 2 years now.
Or that he's waiting for Social Security Disability to give him the thumb's up for getting disability pay.
No.
It's about me.
I am on the precipice, looking into the abyss (almost, sorta, kinda rhymes) known as getting fired.
Yup.
Me.
Me, who has 20-some years experience doing this sort of stuff. Me, who suffered a brain aneurysm last year, but survived. (No, this is not a ghost or a clone typing this, heh.) Me, who's had trouble getting all this at my new job to click in my head.
And maybe that's part of the problem. Maybe certain brain functions are screwed up or something, because a lot of what I'm being taught and trained just isn't staying in my brain; I've had some faux paus lately that I knew were wrong, but it's as if I couldn't help myself.
Sheesh.
Anyhoo, I actually brought home a manual I've been told to work on in the hopes that I can get all of it banged out and to my boss on Monday. She's wanted to see it from time to time to edit, and I've tried to give that to her, but it's not good enough. I've always tried to finish things first before handing them over, but that's not what she wants, apparently.
Again, this might be more of my fried brain, but who the hell knows?
All I know is that I've been playing the lottery like you wouldn't believe. Not that I'm spending hundreds of dollars a week on that; that's nuts. I have spent $10 or $20 a week, and have managed to get 2 numbers on 2 or 3 different tickets, but that's been it so far. I got some books that take a more mathematical approach to this (lowering the odds to win by looking at different trends or patterns), but I still haven't done better than 2 numbers on a ticket.
Once I get to 3 numbers, I know I'll have gotten this thing down. Until then, I keep looking for certain trends and have actually caught a couple, but nothing won as yet.
It's all a matter of time, all around, ya know?
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
It's got nothing to do with hubby not having a job for 2 years now.
Or that he's waiting for Social Security Disability to give him the thumb's up for getting disability pay.
No.
It's about me.
I am on the precipice, looking into the abyss (almost, sorta, kinda rhymes) known as getting fired.
Yup.
Me.
Me, who has 20-some years experience doing this sort of stuff. Me, who suffered a brain aneurysm last year, but survived. (No, this is not a ghost or a clone typing this, heh.) Me, who's had trouble getting all this at my new job to click in my head.
And maybe that's part of the problem. Maybe certain brain functions are screwed up or something, because a lot of what I'm being taught and trained just isn't staying in my brain; I've had some faux paus lately that I knew were wrong, but it's as if I couldn't help myself.
Sheesh.
Anyhoo, I actually brought home a manual I've been told to work on in the hopes that I can get all of it banged out and to my boss on Monday. She's wanted to see it from time to time to edit, and I've tried to give that to her, but it's not good enough. I've always tried to finish things first before handing them over, but that's not what she wants, apparently.
Again, this might be more of my fried brain, but who the hell knows?
All I know is that I've been playing the lottery like you wouldn't believe. Not that I'm spending hundreds of dollars a week on that; that's nuts. I have spent $10 or $20 a week, and have managed to get 2 numbers on 2 or 3 different tickets, but that's been it so far. I got some books that take a more mathematical approach to this (lowering the odds to win by looking at different trends or patterns), but I still haven't done better than 2 numbers on a ticket.
Once I get to 3 numbers, I know I'll have gotten this thing down. Until then, I keep looking for certain trends and have actually caught a couple, but nothing won as yet.
It's all a matter of time, all around, ya know?
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
11 February 2009
I'm In a Funk
I've had the flu or a stomach bug the past few days, although I felt much better earlier today.
Went over to my mother's house on Saturday; no problems, even though she'd told me she hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days. She did feel okay Saturday morning.
No problems for most of Sunday.
Then, Sunday night - I threw up a few times, had to run to toilet a few times, too (I won't get into specifics, heh).
I stayed home on Monday and Tuesday. I started to go to work on Tuesday, but felt all weirded out driving, so I went right back home.
Came home, and hubby almost immediately took any fun out of me (trying to set up a radiology appointment at the hospital and having to contact the neurosurgeon's assistant - a non-responder if there ever was one - kind of set me edge for a little while), and I actually cried a bit before.
I could pull the whiny, "Why me?" bit, but it's old and cliched, so I won't go there. But I really wish the past two years hadn't happened; why couldn't just be like that stupid Dallas episode, where Bobby finds out the past year was nothing but a dream.
(Newhart did it much better - funnier, naturally - a few years later.)
Heck, I'm not even talking about the aneurysm I had or having one of my kidneys ripped out (which will come some time this year). That, I can handle.
I can't get into anything more than that except to say that...life at home just isn't the same anymore. Which is probably why I actually look forward to getting out of the house super early in the morning...except for the fact I have to adorable, sweet doggies.
Sorry for rambling on like this, but I just had to get this out, and I don't know who to talk to.
Thanks for listening, whoever you people are.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Went over to my mother's house on Saturday; no problems, even though she'd told me she hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days. She did feel okay Saturday morning.
No problems for most of Sunday.
Then, Sunday night - I threw up a few times, had to run to toilet a few times, too (I won't get into specifics, heh).
I stayed home on Monday and Tuesday. I started to go to work on Tuesday, but felt all weirded out driving, so I went right back home.
Came home, and hubby almost immediately took any fun out of me (trying to set up a radiology appointment at the hospital and having to contact the neurosurgeon's assistant - a non-responder if there ever was one - kind of set me edge for a little while), and I actually cried a bit before.
I could pull the whiny, "Why me?" bit, but it's old and cliched, so I won't go there. But I really wish the past two years hadn't happened; why couldn't just be like that stupid Dallas episode, where Bobby finds out the past year was nothing but a dream.
(Newhart did it much better - funnier, naturally - a few years later.)
Heck, I'm not even talking about the aneurysm I had or having one of my kidneys ripped out (which will come some time this year). That, I can handle.
I can't get into anything more than that except to say that...life at home just isn't the same anymore. Which is probably why I actually look forward to getting out of the house super early in the morning...except for the fact I have to adorable, sweet doggies.
Sorry for rambling on like this, but I just had to get this out, and I don't know who to talk to.
Thanks for listening, whoever you people are.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
I'm In a Funk
I've had the flu or a stomach bug the past few days, although I felt much better earlier today.
Went over to my mother's house on Saturday; no problems, even though she'd told me she hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days. She did feel okay Saturday morning.
No problems for most of Sunday.
Then, Sunday night - I threw up a few times, had to run to toilet a few times, too (I won't get into specifics, heh).
I stayed home on Monday and Tuesday. I started to go to work on Tuesday, but felt all weirded out driving, so I went right back home.
Came home, and hubby almost immediately took any fun out of me (trying to set up a radiology appointment at the hospital and having to contact the neurosurgeon's assistant - a non-responder if there ever was one - kind of set me edge for a little while), and I actually cried a bit before.
I could pull the whiny, "Why me?" bit, but it's old and cliched, so I won't go there. But I really wish the past two years hadn't happened; why couldn't just be like that stupid Dallas episode, where Bobby finds out the past year was nothing but a dream.
(Newhart did it much better - funnier, naturally - a few years later.)
Heck, I'm not even talking about the aneurysm I had or having one of my kidneys ripped out (which will come some time this year). That, I can handle.
I can't get into anything more than that except to say that...life at home just isn't the same anymore. Which is probably why I actually look forward to getting out of the house super early in the morning...except for the fact I have to adorable, sweet doggies.
Sorry for rambling on like this, but I just had to get this out, and I don't know who to talk to.
Thanks for listening, whoever you people are.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Went over to my mother's house on Saturday; no problems, even though she'd told me she hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days. She did feel okay Saturday morning.
No problems for most of Sunday.
Then, Sunday night - I threw up a few times, had to run to toilet a few times, too (I won't get into specifics, heh).
I stayed home on Monday and Tuesday. I started to go to work on Tuesday, but felt all weirded out driving, so I went right back home.
Came home, and hubby almost immediately took any fun out of me (trying to set up a radiology appointment at the hospital and having to contact the neurosurgeon's assistant - a non-responder if there ever was one - kind of set me edge for a little while), and I actually cried a bit before.
I could pull the whiny, "Why me?" bit, but it's old and cliched, so I won't go there. But I really wish the past two years hadn't happened; why couldn't just be like that stupid Dallas episode, where Bobby finds out the past year was nothing but a dream.
(Newhart did it much better - funnier, naturally - a few years later.)
Heck, I'm not even talking about the aneurysm I had or having one of my kidneys ripped out (which will come some time this year). That, I can handle.
I can't get into anything more than that except to say that...life at home just isn't the same anymore. Which is probably why I actually look forward to getting out of the house super early in the morning...except for the fact I have to adorable, sweet doggies.
Sorry for rambling on like this, but I just had to get this out, and I don't know who to talk to.
Thanks for listening, whoever you people are.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
20 January 2009
Inauguration Day
Isn't it interesting and cool that Obama's inauguration is right after Martin Luther King Day? :-)
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Inauguration Day
Isn't it interesting and cool that Obama's inauguration is right after Martin Luther King Day? :-)
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
25 December 2008
Happy Holidays to One and All!
Merry Christmas!
Happy Hannukah!
Happy Kwanzaa!
Christmas Eve was spent at my mother's house; nice and comfy-cozy, with lots of food to go around (stuffed peppers, kielbasa, and pierogies [basically, dough stuffed with mashed potatoes]).
Celebrating On Christmas Eve
My family and I always celebrate Christmas on the Eve. This goes back to when the family first started popping out babies back in the 1950s (and where one of my uncles - one of my father's brothers - would tell those kids born during that time of his exploits in a POW camp in Germany; we're talking Stalag 17, of movie fame).
By the time I came along in 1962, that uncle - Uncle Joe, a really swell guy - had stopped telling everyone about that. And, as typical for that generation, didn't tell anybody about his silver stars or any other medals he received.
But, getting back to celebrating on Christmas Eve, the parents of that generation decided that it would be easier if my dad's side celebrated on other than Christmas Day - to avoid any of the squabbles that some families get into when deciding, "Where are we going to go this year?"
So there's no problem with me going over to my husband's side on Christmas Day; I'm used to the day itself as an anti-climax. Almost. :-) We still received presents from our parents, as opposed to receiving presents from the paternal aunts and uncles and cousins - lord, the cousins we have! - so it was still a nice, but low-key day.
Believe in Yourself and in a Higher Power
I always liked Mr. Spock from Star Trek because there was a struggle between the logical (Vulcan) side and the illogical (human) side of his nature.
Although I believe in God, I truly think that there must be a higher power in the universe, or else why is there only one planet in this particular system that has life as we know it? (I know that's kind of narrow minded, but go with it.) I also think there are other life forms out there, because I also think a higher power wouldn't just create life on one chunk of rock - considering how huge the universe is.
Belief in a higher power = belief in yourself. You can do anything you want, especially in a positive frame of mind.
May the writing muse tickle your creative juices!
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Happy Hannukah!
Happy Kwanzaa!
Christmas Eve was spent at my mother's house; nice and comfy-cozy, with lots of food to go around (stuffed peppers, kielbasa, and pierogies [basically, dough stuffed with mashed potatoes]).
Celebrating On Christmas Eve
My family and I always celebrate Christmas on the Eve. This goes back to when the family first started popping out babies back in the 1950s (and where one of my uncles - one of my father's brothers - would tell those kids born during that time of his exploits in a POW camp in Germany; we're talking Stalag 17, of movie fame).
By the time I came along in 1962, that uncle - Uncle Joe, a really swell guy - had stopped telling everyone about that. And, as typical for that generation, didn't tell anybody about his silver stars or any other medals he received.
But, getting back to celebrating on Christmas Eve, the parents of that generation decided that it would be easier if my dad's side celebrated on other than Christmas Day - to avoid any of the squabbles that some families get into when deciding, "Where are we going to go this year?"
So there's no problem with me going over to my husband's side on Christmas Day; I'm used to the day itself as an anti-climax. Almost. :-) We still received presents from our parents, as opposed to receiving presents from the paternal aunts and uncles and cousins - lord, the cousins we have! - so it was still a nice, but low-key day.
Believe in Yourself and in a Higher Power
I always liked Mr. Spock from Star Trek because there was a struggle between the logical (Vulcan) side and the illogical (human) side of his nature.
Although I believe in God, I truly think that there must be a higher power in the universe, or else why is there only one planet in this particular system that has life as we know it? (I know that's kind of narrow minded, but go with it.) I also think there are other life forms out there, because I also think a higher power wouldn't just create life on one chunk of rock - considering how huge the universe is.
Belief in a higher power = belief in yourself. You can do anything you want, especially in a positive frame of mind.
May the writing muse tickle your creative juices!
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Happy Holidays to One and All!
Merry Christmas!
Happy Hannukah!
Happy Kwanzaa!
Christmas Eve was spent at my mother's house; nice and comfy-cozy, with lots of food to go around (stuffed peppers, kielbasa, and pierogies [basically, dough stuffed with mashed potatoes]).
Celebrating On Christmas Eve
My family and I always celebrate Christmas on the Eve. This goes back to when the family first started popping out babies back in the 1950s (and where one of my uncles - one of my father's brothers - would tell those kids born during that time of his exploits in a POW camp in Germany; we're talking Stalag 17, of movie fame).
By the time I came along in 1962, that uncle - Uncle Joe, a really swell guy - had stopped telling everyone about that. And, as typical for that generation, didn't tell anybody about his silver stars or any other medals he received.
But, getting back to celebrating on Christmas Eve, the parents of that generation decided that it would be easier if my dad's side celebrated on other than Christmas Day - to avoid any of the squabbles that some families get into when deciding, "Where are we going to go this year?"
So there's no problem with me going over to my husband's side on Christmas Day; I'm used to the day itself as an anti-climax. Almost. :-) We still received presents from our parents, as opposed to receiving presents from the paternal aunts and uncles and cousins - lord, the cousins we have! - so it was still a nice, but low-key day.
Believe in Yourself and in a Higher Power
I always liked Mr. Spock from Star Trek because there was a struggle between the logical (Vulcan) side and the illogical (human) side of his nature.
Although I believe in God, I truly think that there must be a higher power in the universe, or else why is there only one planet in this particular system that has life as we know it? (I know that's kind of narrow minded, but go with it.) I also think there are other life forms out there, because I also think a higher power wouldn't just create life on one chunk of rock - considering how huge the universe is.
Belief in a higher power = belief in yourself. You can do anything you want, especially in a positive frame of mind.
May the writing muse tickle your creative juices!
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Happy Hannukah!
Happy Kwanzaa!
Christmas Eve was spent at my mother's house; nice and comfy-cozy, with lots of food to go around (stuffed peppers, kielbasa, and pierogies [basically, dough stuffed with mashed potatoes]).
Celebrating On Christmas Eve
My family and I always celebrate Christmas on the Eve. This goes back to when the family first started popping out babies back in the 1950s (and where one of my uncles - one of my father's brothers - would tell those kids born during that time of his exploits in a POW camp in Germany; we're talking Stalag 17, of movie fame).
By the time I came along in 1962, that uncle - Uncle Joe, a really swell guy - had stopped telling everyone about that. And, as typical for that generation, didn't tell anybody about his silver stars or any other medals he received.
But, getting back to celebrating on Christmas Eve, the parents of that generation decided that it would be easier if my dad's side celebrated on other than Christmas Day - to avoid any of the squabbles that some families get into when deciding, "Where are we going to go this year?"
So there's no problem with me going over to my husband's side on Christmas Day; I'm used to the day itself as an anti-climax. Almost. :-) We still received presents from our parents, as opposed to receiving presents from the paternal aunts and uncles and cousins - lord, the cousins we have! - so it was still a nice, but low-key day.
Believe in Yourself and in a Higher Power
I always liked Mr. Spock from Star Trek because there was a struggle between the logical (Vulcan) side and the illogical (human) side of his nature.
Although I believe in God, I truly think that there must be a higher power in the universe, or else why is there only one planet in this particular system that has life as we know it? (I know that's kind of narrow minded, but go with it.) I also think there are other life forms out there, because I also think a higher power wouldn't just create life on one chunk of rock - considering how huge the universe is.
Belief in a higher power = belief in yourself. You can do anything you want, especially in a positive frame of mind.
May the writing muse tickle your creative juices!
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
22 December 2008
Crappy Mood This Morning
I was all set to go to work this morning, this after a Sunday where we got dumped on with more freezing rain/sleet.
Well, my front and back windshields were coated with thick ice, so I thought I'd hack away.
Except I hacked away a little too ferociously up front - little ol' me put a bunch of cracks in the windshield.
Uh, Mom? Can you spare about $200? (I sent an email for an estimate, so I'm hoping to get an idea of the dollar amount so I can have it taken care of this Friday; yeah, I know - Black Friday. Big whoop. ;-))
The car is still drivable (as I can still see out the windshield), but then I confronted another problem.
For some stupid/inane/idiotic reason, the people who run this town don't realize that the small street behind the house is, actually, A STREET. There are people who park their cars back there, and even use it to drive up and down (fancy that!).
And guess what? During a snowstorm or snow emergency, we have to get our cars off the streets for plowing.
Well, if the town bothered to plow the street behind us (School Street) more than once or twice, maybe there wouldn't be a problem of someone getting stuck back there and blocking the @($&!#@! way.
I can't even turn the car around to go the other way, as it's all caked with ice. Even my hubby wouldn't be able to turn his car around, and he has front wheel drive. See, it's a tiny road to begin with - only one car is passable at a time - and the snow and ice and the un-plowing thereof make it even smaller.
And, of course, they didn't put down any ice melt or gravel.
That's my rant for today. Florida sure looks good this time of year. :-)
~Nancy Beck
Well, my front and back windshields were coated with thick ice, so I thought I'd hack away.
Except I hacked away a little too ferociously up front - little ol' me put a bunch of cracks in the windshield.
Uh, Mom? Can you spare about $200? (I sent an email for an estimate, so I'm hoping to get an idea of the dollar amount so I can have it taken care of this Friday; yeah, I know - Black Friday. Big whoop. ;-))
The car is still drivable (as I can still see out the windshield), but then I confronted another problem.
For some stupid/inane/idiotic reason, the people who run this town don't realize that the small street behind the house is, actually, A STREET. There are people who park their cars back there, and even use it to drive up and down (fancy that!).
And guess what? During a snowstorm or snow emergency, we have to get our cars off the streets for plowing.
Well, if the town bothered to plow the street behind us (School Street) more than once or twice, maybe there wouldn't be a problem of someone getting stuck back there and blocking the @($&!#@! way.
I can't even turn the car around to go the other way, as it's all caked with ice. Even my hubby wouldn't be able to turn his car around, and he has front wheel drive. See, it's a tiny road to begin with - only one car is passable at a time - and the snow and ice and the un-plowing thereof make it even smaller.
And, of course, they didn't put down any ice melt or gravel.
That's my rant for today. Florida sure looks good this time of year. :-)
~Nancy Beck
Crappy Mood This Morning
I was all set to go to work this morning, this after a Sunday where we got dumped on with more freezing rain/sleet.
Well, my front and back windshields were coated with thick ice, so I thought I'd hack away.
Except I hacked away a little too ferociously up front - little ol' me put a bunch of cracks in the windshield.
Uh, Mom? Can you spare about $200? (I sent an email for an estimate, so I'm hoping to get an idea of the dollar amount so I can have it taken care of this Friday; yeah, I know - Black Friday. Big whoop. ;-))
The car is still drivable (as I can still see out the windshield), but then I confronted another problem.
For some stupid/inane/idiotic reason, the people who run this town don't realize that the small street behind the house is, actually, A STREET. There are people who park their cars back there, and even use it to drive up and down (fancy that!).
And guess what? During a snowstorm or snow emergency, we have to get our cars off the streets for plowing.
Well, if the town bothered to plow the street behind us (School Street) more than once or twice, maybe there wouldn't be a problem of someone getting stuck back there and blocking the @($&!#@! way.
I can't even turn the car around to go the other way, as it's all caked with ice. Even my hubby wouldn't be able to turn his car around, and he has front wheel drive. See, it's a tiny road to begin with - only one car is passable at a time - and the snow and ice and the un-plowing thereof make it even smaller.
And, of course, they didn't put down any ice melt or gravel.
That's my rant for today. Florida sure looks good this time of year. :-)
~Nancy Beck
Well, my front and back windshields were coated with thick ice, so I thought I'd hack away.
Except I hacked away a little too ferociously up front - little ol' me put a bunch of cracks in the windshield.
Uh, Mom? Can you spare about $200? (I sent an email for an estimate, so I'm hoping to get an idea of the dollar amount so I can have it taken care of this Friday; yeah, I know - Black Friday. Big whoop. ;-))
The car is still drivable (as I can still see out the windshield), but then I confronted another problem.
For some stupid/inane/idiotic reason, the people who run this town don't realize that the small street behind the house is, actually, A STREET. There are people who park their cars back there, and even use it to drive up and down (fancy that!).
And guess what? During a snowstorm or snow emergency, we have to get our cars off the streets for plowing.
Well, if the town bothered to plow the street behind us (School Street) more than once or twice, maybe there wouldn't be a problem of someone getting stuck back there and blocking the @($&!#@! way.
I can't even turn the car around to go the other way, as it's all caked with ice. Even my hubby wouldn't be able to turn his car around, and he has front wheel drive. See, it's a tiny road to begin with - only one car is passable at a time - and the snow and ice and the un-plowing thereof make it even smaller.
And, of course, they didn't put down any ice melt or gravel.
That's my rant for today. Florida sure looks good this time of year. :-)
~Nancy Beck
27 November 2008
What I'm Thankful For
In the past, I would stuff my face full of turkey, watch the football games, and snooze on Thanksgiving Day. I would give the "thanks" part of it lip service, if I thought of it at all.
Not this time around.
No, this time I need to reflect and truly be thankful.
Because I could've been six feet under.
That's what happens when you have a ruptured brain aneurysm.
So I send out my thanks and deep appreciation to:
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Not this time around.
No, this time I need to reflect and truly be thankful.
Because I could've been six feet under.
That's what happens when you have a ruptured brain aneurysm.
So I send out my thanks and deep appreciation to:
- EMTs. Several people where I work - and I don't know their name, unfortunately - have EMT certifications, and am I ever grateful for that. When I came to (which I think was after a few minutes or so), three or four EMTs were already in the bathroom, holding onto their gear. And they'd already called the ambulance, too. Thank goodness none of them paid attention to what I was saying (silly things like, "I don't think I have to go the hospital." Yeah, right!). May all of them be prosperous and healthy.
- The Emergency Room at Hunterdon Medical Center. Although they originally took me in, thank goodness for them to recognize that there might be another medical center - and doctors - that might be better equipped to deal with my condition. They wasted no time in getting me back into an ambulance and whisking me off to Overlook Hospital, which is, literally, on the other side of where I was (fortunately for me, Route 78 goes through Hunterdon County, and it's a fairly straight shot to Overlook).
- Dr. Benitez and Overlook Hospital. This hospital, located in Summit, New Jersey, is known for its work with all things neurological (and having to do with the heart, too). Although I don't remember actually arriving at the hospital nor of meeting the good doctor, I can't speak enough praise and thankfulness. Dr. Benitez has actually written peer-reviewed papers on taking care of brain clots/aneurysms. I actually read of one man in his 30s or 40s who had a stroke and had to be airlifted to Overlook. Dr. Benitez saw a clot in his brain, yanked it out using what's called coiling, and he was able to go back to work part time three months later. Sound familiar? Although I'll be going back on a part-time basis two months later; it all depends, naturally, on the severity and where the clot/aneurysm was located. I was fortunate in that I only had a bit of brain fog, which the speech therapist helped tweak quite nicely.
- Cards, letters, emails, well wishes from friends, acquaintances, co-workers. I can't tell you how much this helped me. I received three separate bouquets of flowers (all lovely), and an absolute ton of cards. For those who didn't send cards or flowers - your well wishes were quite a help, believe me.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
What I'm Thankful For
In the past, I would stuff my face full of turkey, watch the football games, and snooze on Thanksgiving Day. I would give the "thanks" part of it lip service, if I thought of it at all.
Not this time around.
No, this time I need to reflect and truly be thankful.
Because I could've been six feet under.
That's what happens when you have a ruptured brain aneurysm.
So I send out my thanks and deep appreciation to:
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
Not this time around.
No, this time I need to reflect and truly be thankful.
Because I could've been six feet under.
That's what happens when you have a ruptured brain aneurysm.
So I send out my thanks and deep appreciation to:
- EMTs. Several people where I work - and I don't know their name, unfortunately - have EMT certifications, and am I ever grateful for that. When I came to (which I think was after a few minutes or so), three or four EMTs were already in the bathroom, holding onto their gear. And they'd already called the ambulance, too. Thank goodness none of them paid attention to what I was saying (silly things like, "I don't think I have to go the hospital." Yeah, right!). May all of them be prosperous and healthy.
- The Emergency Room at Hunterdon Medical Center. Although they originally took me in, thank goodness for them to recognize that there might be another medical center - and doctors - that might be better equipped to deal with my condition. They wasted no time in getting me back into an ambulance and whisking me off to Overlook Hospital, which is, literally, on the other side of where I was (fortunately for me, Route 78 goes through Hunterdon County, and it's a fairly straight shot to Overlook).
- Dr. Benitez and Overlook Hospital. This hospital, located in Summit, New Jersey, is known for its work with all things neurological (and having to do with the heart, too). Although I don't remember actually arriving at the hospital nor of meeting the good doctor, I can't speak enough praise and thankfulness. Dr. Benitez has actually written peer-reviewed papers on taking care of brain clots/aneurysms. I actually read of one man in his 30s or 40s who had a stroke and had to be airlifted to Overlook. Dr. Benitez saw a clot in his brain, yanked it out using what's called coiling, and he was able to go back to work part time three months later. Sound familiar? Although I'll be going back on a part-time basis two months later; it all depends, naturally, on the severity and where the clot/aneurysm was located. I was fortunate in that I only had a bit of brain fog, which the speech therapist helped tweak quite nicely.
- Cards, letters, emails, well wishes from friends, acquaintances, co-workers. I can't tell you how much this helped me. I received three separate bouquets of flowers (all lovely), and an absolute ton of cards. For those who didn't send cards or flowers - your well wishes were quite a help, believe me.
Love and kisses,
~Nancy Beck
