Right vs. Left

So, even though I have taken a full dose of Ambien, I'm wide awake at 5am. It's going to sound funny, but I've got scrapbooking on the brain. I'm trying to get published and I have a deadline of the 31st. Before you laugh off scrapbooking as foofy, which it is a bit foofy, it's a great way to archive the past and tell your current story. Sort of like blogging I suppose. I guess it was too many years of looking through boxes of old pictures and not having a clue who any of the people are.

Most people now know me as an accountant, which is one of the most LEFT brained jobs there are. There are a few other careers such as auditors or actuaries. Unfortunately, I'm very good at my job. I say unfortunately because I never saw myself as numbers person. I knew there was a capacity for organization ever since I was little, but I hate math, and especially numbers. They scare me . I certainly didn't ever want to group myself with those LEFT brainers.

Throughout highschool I took nothing but art and music. Yes I was a band geek, but at least I played a cool instrument - percussion, no, not the bells or cymbals. I mainly played the bass drum, but I could play anything. Back on subject though.

I took general art, yes, but also I took 3 years or jewelry, pottery, and 4 years or interior design. Not decorating, but design. More traffic flow and floor plans, less furniture and paint picking. One of my floor plans won an award and several of my jewelry pieces were asked to be sold. I was sure then that I was really RIGHT brained. I had every intention of being an interior designer when I went to college.

Then the real world hit. I was taking my core basic classes and I accidentally aced my Accounting 1 class. I was shocked - I hate numbers, don't I? I had to take Accounting 2 and just about aced that as well. At the end of that semester, I sat down contemplated the truth...I am a numbers person. Ok, so actually I'm not. What I am is LEFT brained.

When people find out that I am an accountant, the first thing the say is, "Oh, you must be good at math." But I'm not. I still suck at math. If you really look at the job of an accountant, it is all about where you put the numbers. We have computers to do the math, which by the way rarely gets harder the adding, subtracting, multiplication, and division. The ratios really fall into the hands of Finance. What it really boils down to is that I'm great at knowing exactly where things go and why they should be there. And I LIKE rules. Just ask my husband, I'm not a rule breaker. Driving doesn't count. That's a race and I plan to win .

After years of LEFT brained activity, it's been a struggle to do the simplest artistic thing. All I can see is patterns for some reason. We have this great photo collage that I put together in our living room and it has about 30 frames of different sizes and looks. It took me three times to put them up because I kept making patters. UUrrgghh! It's supposed to look random!!

Why can't being both RIGHT and LEFT brained be easier? It seems like a constant struggle for me to be artistic these days. I have a business that depends on me being artistic now and I'm hoping that it will at the very least be a place that I can release some of my pent up RIGHT brained ideas...now, if I can only find them again??

Rain, Sleet, Snow or Hail...but don't MAKE me get out of my truck!

Ok, so I promised a good rant. The other day I received a letter from my mail carrier letting me know that I was blocking my mailbox when they drove by and that would result in no mail next time. I was going to blow it off, but then I couldn't sleep so I decided to write a letter. This one was actually tame compared to the one that I wanted to leave in our mailbox for the carrier personally. I've probably ensured no more mail deliveries, but I feel good about it. Here's the letter...

I received a letter a couple of days ago about blocking my mailbox with a promise to stop delivery if it happened again.

I live in an area that is still being developed. Builders are currently building a new house next to us, and there are numerous contractors that come and go all day. I would love to know just how your company would like me to police the comming and goings of those people. I cannot set on my sidewalk all day and make people move, not to mention that I am not at home when the mail is being delivered on most days. Plus, these people love to pretend they don't speak English when you ask them to do something. I would also like to add, since the letter so beautiful explained that I was breaking the law, that the police are not interested in ticketing cars that have not been left unattened for days. So I cannot even call the police on the construction workers if I wanted to.

It surprises me that the mail carrier didn't notice all of the construction and the obvious work trucks and come to the conclusion that it is not the homeowners fault that their mailbox isn't easy to get to occasionaly. Maybe, just maybe...they could extend some common courtesy or more important customer service, and stop the truck for two seconds while they make the 3ft. hike to our mailbox to deliver the mail. As they are driving the rest of their route, they can thank their lucky stars that they don't have to walk their routes as many postal workers in the metroplex and the rest of the nation do.

Considering the amount of mis-delivered mail over the past two years, you should be happy that we are simply walking the mail to each other instead of complaining and requesting mail carrier changes. I think that your mail carriers can make exceptions in their deliveries in areas that are still being built.

I didn't recieve any mail yesterday and I sincerely hope that it is because there wasn't any, but I'm doubtful.

WARNING!!!!

In the past, I've always only read blogs or message boards, so this is new to me. I've never blogged before and I don't consider myself a good writer by any means, but...

I'm going through an IVF cycle and the meds that they put you on make you do crazy things. I really didn't think much about it since we have done a few rounds of injections already and I didn't suffer from much more than bruises and headaches. We get to use the same meds for IVF, so I figured it would be the same as usual.

The main medication is the same but at 4 times the dosage, and I haven't even gotten to that part yet. We are only 5 days in, and right now I'm taking something called Lupron. Basically it causes your body to mimic menopause so that you don't release your eggs before the Drs go in and harvest them. Ouch!! It has to build up in your system, so you take it for most of the treatment.

Meanopause is what they should call it. Besides things like not sleeping and hot flashes, the big hitters are tears and temper. Temper is a big one with me already. I'm a redhead so that is already a strike against me. It took years to control it and I'm still not that great at it. Now it's uncontrollable. The next few blogs are mainly dealing with what happens when I can't sleep and I'm mad as hell. I hope you enjoy them.

Oh and there could be some really good ones once the eggs have been taken in a few weeks. Not a new med for me, but one in a new form. It's an intramuscular shot that Chris has to give me in the ass. Should be fun.