As I'm sure you've all noticed, I haven't updated my blog in quite a long time. Honestly I've been purposefully ignoring it, I don't know how many watch my blog or even care about it, sooo it steadily moved down the list of important/fun things to do.
For my own reasons I've been keeping so busy that I hardly remember what down time feels like. Grant is usually busy, so his schedule hasn't changed much.
Since December I've been going to play practice Tuesdays and Saturday mornings for our Stake Melodrama. It's called the Veggie Villain and it's hilarious! I play the Villianess Lily Liverd, and apparently I was born to play the role, not so sure how I like that. Anyway that will be in April if anyone wants to come see, I'll get you dates if your interested.
Second on my list is Voice lessons, I have also been taking those since November? Ya November I think.. oh well. Its been fun every Thursday I drive out to Farmington and give my voice a good work out, and it's actually getting better :D Hurray for patient Sister-inlaws!!!
Nextly I've finished the first part of my second edit for my novel. I've been working on 10 pages a day and hopefully I'll be done with the edit before march, that's my goal. This hasn't really taken up much time because I normally do it while watching a movie (anime) or something, so it's like killing two hobbies with one stone!!
Now this is new to my ever-growing list of hobbies, but I've wanted to do this for a while. K ladies, don't you LOVE acrylic nails? so smooth and shiny and pretty and make back scratches feel like heaven? But they cost SO much money and you have to go back and refill them every 2 weeks or so.. pain in the fanny. But I like them so much, and my mom can tell you I've had a fondness for long nails since I was very little. So I did what any normal hobby addict would do. I bought myself a kit and have taught myself to do my own nails. So far only my left hand has had them, but they look freaking AWESOME!! They don't all look the same, each are a little different style, but thats on purpose... yup Totally on purpose.. :D
So between play practice, voice practice, nail practice, editing, keeping up my house and convincing my hubby that none of these are a punishment in anyway. I have had little time to play on the computer, and when I have been on the comp, it's to check email, check DeviantArt, check a few of my webcomics, and thats it. Alright, I've gotten on to facebook a few times, but really those who watch/care know I'm hardly ever on there.
Now on to Lastly. If you don't know I have hobbies, then you don't know me (I'm Amber btw) I have a LOT of hobbies, I can and will do anything I want. All of this sounds self serving, da? And you'd be right, it is, but not anymore! As of next wednesday I will be corrupting a Little to my insane hobby addictions. Every middle of the week I will work my goal of taking over the world, you didn't know I had that goal huh? Its always the quiet ones you least suspect.
Nah, I'm kidding, actually I've agreed to teach my cousin Elle my skills lol. She wants to learn to sew and play with clay and decorate cakes, and make jewelry. Isn't that great? I'll finally get someone to do my nails on my right hand! (that last one was false, unless she really wants to learn, who am I to say no?) I'm very excited to do this, and can't wait to start. I have informed my Aunt that I don't do things by the book, and she's still willing to send her daughter to me for an hour every week... tee hee..
SO that be me, Amber, however I can see Grant writing this.. but only if he was drugged. Well there you have it, you know more about me, hopefully I didn't scare you off. Bye.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Decemeber's one busy month!
Christmas is usually what December is remembered for. But thats for those who don't have birthdays in this "splendid" snow coverd month. It's also for those who don't have anniversaries in the bitter cold weeks. It's also for those who haven't had anyone die in the dark days of midwinter.
For this month, my family is partiularly weighed down.
Starting of course within the first week by Ally and I's birthday. And for those anit-Amber and Allysen people (I'm sure theres a few out there) who still want to party like its 1985 or 1941, you can celebrate Pearl Harbor.. not sure why you'd want to though.. perhaps "observing" would be better, start less global drama that way, hmm?
Both Al and I had awesome birthdays, though I'm a bit jealous, she was winged to Texas to snoodle Jillies baby, though I got fantabulous home made dinner, and got to watch Nick cheat his way to the top spot in a Yatzee type game thing he has. I'm so proud of him!
The next big day, would have been my Parents 26th (I may or may not have made up that number) wedding anniversary BUT on the 12th the 3rd oldest of the Hill-clan poped the all important question to the lovely Brooklyn, and we were all sent the update in family status via text, which then had me dancing in the middle of Target.
WE LOVE YOU BROOKLYN! WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!
So this would normally be where my family tackles Geg happily, had he been in Utah at the time of course. Though his location really didn't have any affect to the lack of celebration because the next day our Papa Hill died, after a long battle with his insides. (I'd get more technical but I don't know the whole story so I don't feel I should) 15 years and 13 days short of his beloved wife and my wonderful Grandma Hill.
Papa we'll miss you.
Now would be the time I spout sentiments about my parents anniversary, but WAIT another big day:
on the 14th I finally finished decorating my christmas tree!! I have been informed that this is the last year I can have my "white trash" tree.. I love it, but sadly it took me fourteen days to complete it!! Freaking stupid popcorn strings.
Still it's cute, don't you agree:
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Next big day: The Gingerbread Massacre.
See that cute little Ginger couple at the bottom? Gone. See the Happy go lucky guy on the right. Gone. See the guy behind him? He is remarkably untouched.
The next day to celebrate with gifts of the awesome sort, would be the Parents anniversary. Sadly I'm a little blog happy and that day has yet to happen, so I can't really say anything about it. Christmas has a similar fate, it may only be ten days away, but I still don't have future seeing powers :( Same goes for the rest of the stuff I can't remember or forsee..
Other things of note:
I've finished my first edit and moved on to my second. AND the unlucky folk to have experienced the first draft are beginning to finish.. Alive!
Um... Voice lessons rock, only I haven't been in a while because decemeber is far to busy for it's own good.
leessseee... Nope, that's it. You may now get back to your regularly scheduled lives. (if you want, by all means read my blog again, I don't judge)
For this month, my family is partiularly weighed down.
Starting of course within the first week by Ally and I's birthday. And for those anit-Amber and Allysen people (I'm sure theres a few out there) who still want to party like its 1985 or 1941, you can celebrate Pearl Harbor.. not sure why you'd want to though.. perhaps "observing" would be better, start less global drama that way, hmm?
Both Al and I had awesome birthdays, though I'm a bit jealous, she was winged to Texas to snoodle Jillies baby, though I got fantabulous home made dinner, and got to watch Nick cheat his way to the top spot in a Yatzee type game thing he has. I'm so proud of him!
The next big day, would have been my Parents 26th (I may or may not have made up that number) wedding anniversary BUT on the 12th the 3rd oldest of the Hill-clan poped the all important question to the lovely Brooklyn, and we were all sent the update in family status via text, which then had me dancing in the middle of Target.
WE LOVE YOU BROOKLYN! WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!
So this would normally be where my family tackles Geg happily, had he been in Utah at the time of course. Though his location really didn't have any affect to the lack of celebration because the next day our Papa Hill died, after a long battle with his insides. (I'd get more technical but I don't know the whole story so I don't feel I should) 15 years and 13 days short of his beloved wife and my wonderful Grandma Hill.
Papa we'll miss you.
Now would be the time I spout sentiments about my parents anniversary, but WAIT another big day:
on the 14th I finally finished decorating my christmas tree!! I have been informed that this is the last year I can have my "white trash" tree.. I love it, but sadly it took me fourteen days to complete it!! Freaking stupid popcorn strings.
Still it's cute, don't you agree:
Next big day: The Gingerbread Massacre.
See that cute little Ginger couple at the bottom? Gone. See the Happy go lucky guy on the right. Gone. See the guy behind him? He is remarkably untouched.
The next day to celebrate with gifts of the awesome sort, would be the Parents anniversary. Sadly I'm a little blog happy and that day has yet to happen, so I can't really say anything about it. Christmas has a similar fate, it may only be ten days away, but I still don't have future seeing powers :( Same goes for the rest of the stuff I can't remember or forsee..
Other things of note:
I've finished my first edit and moved on to my second. AND the unlucky folk to have experienced the first draft are beginning to finish.. Alive!
Um... Voice lessons rock, only I haven't been in a while because decemeber is far to busy for it's own good.
leessseee... Nope, that's it. You may now get back to your regularly scheduled lives. (if you want, by all means read my blog again, I don't judge)
Friday, November 20, 2009
When at first you don't succeed.
The Claw.
Everyone has been tempted once or twice by this arcade staple. The big mocking game that offers incredibly cheap, while still intriguing prizes. This game serves only two purposes: To take your money, as well as your sanity. And convince you beyond all reason that you need whatever it holds.
There are only a few reasons you would ever play this game. You are either A.) High (sugar or drug related) or drunk, or cocky as heck. B.) 10 years old and think you’re invincible, and jonesing badly for that monster truck. Or C.) Dared by all your cohorts and now pride won’t let you leave without that bobble head.
I am only mortal and have also been tempted by this monster machine. Three times in my life to be exact. My first encounter was inevitable, everyone needs their dreams crushed once, or dropped inches from the box. My second time was years afterward when a group of my friends and I instigated situation C, then by sheer luck discovered the weak link in the dream dropping chain. It didn’t matter that the coveted toy inside was miniature Care Bears, when life gives you a broken arcade game, you take it for all it’s worth.
My third time brings us up to last night. When I was getting a late dinner with Grant and Jason at the Gateways food court. It wasn’t really flashy, or emitting brain-melting music, what it had was giant super balls. I don’t consider myself a tomboy, but I do like my bouncy balls.
So after eyeing the machine half the meal, even walking up to it to ogle the toys, Grant handed me 50 cents and told me to go nuts!! I’m not sure if he really meant for me to literally go nuts, but after I aligned the claw just right, watched it descend upon my prize, miss it by centimeters, and still come up with a ball, I did just that!!
It was amazing!! I wasn’t even embarrassed to be the center of attention. Which I was, I even got congratulations from passerby’s. I got my toy! And it flashes, and bounces, and has a snowman in it!!
The evening ended on a very good note, and now the ball rests after being thoroughly used and abused. Don’t worry I promise I wont let it go to my head.. and I wont try to get another one.
Such luck only happens once. ((dang it.))
Everyone has been tempted once or twice by this arcade staple. The big mocking game that offers incredibly cheap, while still intriguing prizes. This game serves only two purposes: To take your money, as well as your sanity. And convince you beyond all reason that you need whatever it holds.
There are only a few reasons you would ever play this game. You are either A.) High (sugar or drug related) or drunk, or cocky as heck. B.) 10 years old and think you’re invincible, and jonesing badly for that monster truck. Or C.) Dared by all your cohorts and now pride won’t let you leave without that bobble head.
I am only mortal and have also been tempted by this monster machine. Three times in my life to be exact. My first encounter was inevitable, everyone needs their dreams crushed once, or dropped inches from the box. My second time was years afterward when a group of my friends and I instigated situation C, then by sheer luck discovered the weak link in the dream dropping chain. It didn’t matter that the coveted toy inside was miniature Care Bears, when life gives you a broken arcade game, you take it for all it’s worth.
My third time brings us up to last night. When I was getting a late dinner with Grant and Jason at the Gateways food court. It wasn’t really flashy, or emitting brain-melting music, what it had was giant super balls. I don’t consider myself a tomboy, but I do like my bouncy balls.
So after eyeing the machine half the meal, even walking up to it to ogle the toys, Grant handed me 50 cents and told me to go nuts!! I’m not sure if he really meant for me to literally go nuts, but after I aligned the claw just right, watched it descend upon my prize, miss it by centimeters, and still come up with a ball, I did just that!!
It was amazing!! I wasn’t even embarrassed to be the center of attention. Which I was, I even got congratulations from passerby’s. I got my toy! And it flashes, and bounces, and has a snowman in it!!
The evening ended on a very good note, and now the ball rests after being thoroughly used and abused. Don’t worry I promise I wont let it go to my head.. and I wont try to get another one.
Such luck only happens once. ((dang it.))
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
No more Reasons
I'd like to take this time and apologize. I'm sure you've all noticed I suck at the blogging game, I do and I'm sorry.
When I find time to write, I normally don't think "BLOG!" I think "How the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks did she get into that jail!?!" And then I go on a research bing. Don't be fooled people, I may spout crude, rude, sarcastic nonsense about research, but I love it. Dearly. No I'm not smirking. Or twitching.
So, news on the home front. I've begun editing, and I've learned a lot about myself. It's quite harrowing really, you see I don't always type things (ie: words) that I think, I suppose it's the whole philosophy of "If I know what I'm talking about, so should you." The worst part is, I don't know what I'm talking about!
I've also learned that when ever I try to type lane, I inevitably type lance, Ya I don't know why.
I'm on page 71 of 122, almost there. And can I say, I'm dangerous to my own health. I almost had a mini heart attack because I was (at least I thought I was) far enough in the story to be introduced to Turner, and he wasn't THERE! I flipped page after page looking for him, finally coming to the conclusion that I forgot to add his parts in to my final draft.
Which of course wasn't true, I had. I'm not that insane (yet, give me a few more pages and I just might get there) I finally found where he jumps in, I think I might move him up a bit.
So after 6 hours on my couch with my lappy, my cat, a bowl of extra mild super liquidy salsa (I don't like the chunks, but I like what the chunks do to the juice so I soak my chips in the salsa juice!) my binder of story (yes I printed it out) and my red pen (that apparently had a leak if my red hand/face was any indication later) I was done editing 60 pages.. it was a definite learning experience.
Over at Fifthwind my fellow novelish finisher Wishingstar (we finished at the same time) asked about the next step: Editing. and I've been taking advantage of her request and reading all the tips and advise, and have made a game plan for myself.
Fifthwind, our leader extrodinar of course had great advise, but so did Grammer and Miss. Shadow. So I'm combining them all.
I know what I'm doing, but I don't know how to explain it right now, so I wont bore you with "well see I'm doing this cause..." I'll have to write later on it.
See, this way if it doesn't work I wont have to delete this blog!! Win win right?
When I find time to write, I normally don't think "BLOG!" I think "How the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks did she get into that jail!?!" And then I go on a research bing. Don't be fooled people, I may spout crude, rude, sarcastic nonsense about research, but I love it. Dearly. No I'm not smirking. Or twitching.
So, news on the home front. I've begun editing, and I've learned a lot about myself. It's quite harrowing really, you see I don't always type things (ie: words) that I think, I suppose it's the whole philosophy of "If I know what I'm talking about, so should you." The worst part is, I don't know what I'm talking about!
I've also learned that when ever I try to type lane, I inevitably type lance, Ya I don't know why.
I'm on page 71 of 122, almost there. And can I say, I'm dangerous to my own health. I almost had a mini heart attack because I was (at least I thought I was) far enough in the story to be introduced to Turner, and he wasn't THERE! I flipped page after page looking for him, finally coming to the conclusion that I forgot to add his parts in to my final draft.
Which of course wasn't true, I had. I'm not that insane (yet, give me a few more pages and I just might get there) I finally found where he jumps in, I think I might move him up a bit.
So after 6 hours on my couch with my lappy, my cat, a bowl of extra mild super liquidy salsa (I don't like the chunks, but I like what the chunks do to the juice so I soak my chips in the salsa juice!) my binder of story (yes I printed it out) and my red pen (that apparently had a leak if my red hand/face was any indication later) I was done editing 60 pages.. it was a definite learning experience.
Over at Fifthwind my fellow novelish finisher Wishingstar (we finished at the same time) asked about the next step: Editing. and I've been taking advantage of her request and reading all the tips and advise, and have made a game plan for myself.
Fifthwind, our leader extrodinar of course had great advise, but so did Grammer and Miss. Shadow. So I'm combining them all.
I know what I'm doing, but I don't know how to explain it right now, so I wont bore you with "well see I'm doing this cause..." I'll have to write later on it.
See, this way if it doesn't work I wont have to delete this blog!! Win win right?
Friday, October 30, 2009
They're coming to take me AwAy!!
Is this just me? Someone tell if it is, because I’d love to know. But I have this feeling of.. impatients, anxiety, and plain nervousness about writing!
It’s one of those feelings like: You KNOW you have to do something, but plum forgot what it was, and gosh dang, it was important too.
That thing of is, I know what it is I’ve forgotten. I haven’t written. Uh oh, just got an idea.. is this what a withdrawal feels like?
Geez, I only wanted a month off, is that too much to ask for? Well alright, I might be able to understand some of those feelings, but where is this “times running out” feeling coming from? Seriously, it’s making me re-evaluate my life and make sure I’m ready for something major, kinda scary!
Maybe it’s just my A.D.D going into hyper drive. What I wouldn’t give to just sit and be still. Have nothing to worry about. Though even when I have nothing to worry about, I worry about wasting time.
I wonder if you can rent 2 year olds. A handfull of two year olds could probably wear me out. But then I’d just go to sleep, and not get anything done, and then when I woke up I’d be upset because I hadn’t done anything.
Maybe I need to rethink my whole stance on medication. Actaully that wouldn’t work, then I’d just worry about side effects, and wondering if I was going to die. *crossing medication off list forever*
*sigh* Maybe I should just write, see where that gets me *taps pen on teeth*
Nah, I’ll just go kill some Sims characters cleverly.
It’s one of those feelings like: You KNOW you have to do something, but plum forgot what it was, and gosh dang, it was important too.
That thing of is, I know what it is I’ve forgotten. I haven’t written. Uh oh, just got an idea.. is this what a withdrawal feels like?
Geez, I only wanted a month off, is that too much to ask for? Well alright, I might be able to understand some of those feelings, but where is this “times running out” feeling coming from? Seriously, it’s making me re-evaluate my life and make sure I’m ready for something major, kinda scary!
Maybe it’s just my A.D.D going into hyper drive. What I wouldn’t give to just sit and be still. Have nothing to worry about. Though even when I have nothing to worry about, I worry about wasting time.
I wonder if you can rent 2 year olds. A handfull of two year olds could probably wear me out. But then I’d just go to sleep, and not get anything done, and then when I woke up I’d be upset because I hadn’t done anything.
Maybe I need to rethink my whole stance on medication. Actaully that wouldn’t work, then I’d just worry about side effects, and wondering if I was going to die. *crossing medication off list forever*
*sigh* Maybe I should just write, see where that gets me *taps pen on teeth*
Nah, I’ll just go kill some Sims characters cleverly.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Jack of all Trades.
Just call me Jack. Or Amber.
In any case, here I sit sick and bored, and sleepy. As odd as it sounds I have been sick all week but still managed to be extremely busy, which could explain why I've been sick all week.
What have I been doing? Nothing really, nothing huge, grand or important. But to me, stuff I've wanted to get done for a long time, and something I didn't plan on doing but still had lots of fun with.
I could go on and on, and I kinda want to BUT for the sake of everyone I'll just have a little show and tell.
So you've seen some of my clay stuff, well I've got more for you, and still more to come.
Heres what I got so far.
For those of you who don't watch Anime, (sadly I think thats all of you) This cute little guys name is Bonta-kun. He's from Full Metal Panic, which in Grant and I's opinion is one of the BEST animes out there. He's pretty much like a Micky Mouse in the show, well until the Hero uses his costume as battle gear, which explains the fatigues.
You don't even have to watch Anime to know what this guy is, even though he technically is Anime. POKEMON. Gotta catch them all. I actually haven't watched Pokemon for years, but I do like the show, and think Pokemon are very cute!
This is Squirtle, I made him for my little brothers birthday. Don't you love his tail? It was actually harder then it looks. It also fell off while he was cooking, which was nothing, Bonta-kun was decapitated.
Well meds are kicking in, so I'm going now. Bye.
In any case, here I sit sick and bored, and sleepy. As odd as it sounds I have been sick all week but still managed to be extremely busy, which could explain why I've been sick all week.
What have I been doing? Nothing really, nothing huge, grand or important. But to me, stuff I've wanted to get done for a long time, and something I didn't plan on doing but still had lots of fun with.
I could go on and on, and I kinda want to BUT for the sake of everyone I'll just have a little show and tell.
So you've seen some of my clay stuff, well I've got more for you, and still more to come.
Heres what I got so far.
For those of you who don't watch Anime, (sadly I think thats all of you) This cute little guys name is Bonta-kun. He's from Full Metal Panic, which in Grant and I's opinion is one of the BEST animes out there. He's pretty much like a Micky Mouse in the show, well until the Hero uses his costume as battle gear, which explains the fatigues.
You don't even have to watch Anime to know what this guy is, even though he technically is Anime. POKEMON. Gotta catch them all. I actually haven't watched Pokemon for years, but I do like the show, and think Pokemon are very cute!
This is Squirtle, I made him for my little brothers birthday. Don't you love his tail? It was actually harder then it looks. It also fell off while he was cooking, which was nothing, Bonta-kun was decapitated.
Well meds are kicking in, so I'm going now. Bye.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Be FREE little Novel!
So, if you weren't texted a billion times (and I think you all were at least once), if you didn't see the million updates on Facebook, if you're not my friend on Twitter (please don't be my friend, I'm not proud of signing up and am in a program for recovering tweets) and if you weren't at Coldstone last night at 9:00pm then you don't know.
I FINISHED MY FREAKING NOVEL!!!!!!!!
I actually kinda finished it on the 28th because thats when I outlined it. Ever since then I've been thrilled to bursting point. And last night I exploded.
October 7th, 2009 @ 8:25ish Izabell and Turners story was completed.
I almost cried!
I also .. well vented isn't the right word, I exploded on my friend Jennifer H. who was SOO kind to come take me to get ice cream (thats the coldstone I was talking about) She had no idea I was insane.
Everything I said came out in loud, and I was shaking and laughing, and MAN! I was on the biggest high of my life. Oh I just remembered, I took IBUprofin that night because I wore a brain sucker head band to work.. ok it all makes sense now.
Anyway, it's finished and now, I don't know what to DO. When I was writing there seemed like a million other things I wanted to do. However now I'm done, I don't know what to do.
Things I do remember that were on my list:
1- Learn to draw good so I can write a Comic!
2- Learn to draw REAL good *drool*
3- Read all the books I can get my grubby little hands on
4- Win Sims (think about it)
5- Make two fabulous Anime figurines while I watch NEW Anime shows
6- Watch ANIME!!!!! (how I've missed it)
7- Polish and see if I can publish my book
8- crochet more
9- learn to write short stories
10- write short stories
11- start next book.
12- Do singing lessons with my sister in-law
13- Learn Salsa dancing! (I tell ya Grant, they'll pair me up with a Hunka-Hunka Burn'in love if you don't come with me)
14-Get a job at Five Alls so I can be a medieval bar Wench!!
:D Sorry I had to add the "write" ones because.. I like writing! I know I should compile my story together and get things started for the polish.. but I'm going to give it a break for a while. The first thing Grant asked was if he got his wife back.. Yes my love you do!
For now.
K later guys
I FINISHED MY FREAKING NOVEL!!!!!!!!
I actually kinda finished it on the 28th because thats when I outlined it. Ever since then I've been thrilled to bursting point. And last night I exploded.
October 7th, 2009 @ 8:25ish Izabell and Turners story was completed.
I almost cried!
I also .. well vented isn't the right word, I exploded on my friend Jennifer H. who was SOO kind to come take me to get ice cream (thats the coldstone I was talking about) She had no idea I was insane.
Everything I said came out in loud, and I was shaking and laughing, and MAN! I was on the biggest high of my life. Oh I just remembered, I took IBUprofin that night because I wore a brain sucker head band to work.. ok it all makes sense now.
Anyway, it's finished and now, I don't know what to DO. When I was writing there seemed like a million other things I wanted to do. However now I'm done, I don't know what to do.
Things I do remember that were on my list:
1- Learn to draw good so I can write a Comic!
2- Learn to draw REAL good *drool*
3- Read all the books I can get my grubby little hands on
4- Win Sims (think about it)
5- Make two fabulous Anime figurines while I watch NEW Anime shows
6- Watch ANIME!!!!! (how I've missed it)
7- Polish and see if I can publish my book
8- crochet more
9- learn to write short stories
10- write short stories
11- start next book.
12- Do singing lessons with my sister in-law
13- Learn Salsa dancing! (I tell ya Grant, they'll pair me up with a Hunka-Hunka Burn'in love if you don't come with me)
14-Get a job at Five Alls so I can be a medieval bar Wench!!
:D Sorry I had to add the "write" ones because.. I like writing! I know I should compile my story together and get things started for the polish.. but I'm going to give it a break for a while. The first thing Grant asked was if he got his wife back.. Yes my love you do!
For now.
K later guys
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