Massive Amounts of Frustration August 24, 2008

With three weeks remaining until I move, I realize the extent to which I have NOT packed. I still have a fully stocked entertainment center, desk, low shelf, two dressers, an armoire, a rack of clothes, and four bookshelves to empty and pack, plus other random things from closets and hanging racks around the house. I also have at least two large stacks of boxes that have yet to be packed, and the trailer is already near to full. All that can fit in there still is the mattress set we purchased earlier today, plus possibly a stack of boxes.

What frustrates me is not only how much I still have left to pack, but also the seeming unwillingness of my mother & father to assist me. They’re more than helpful when it comes to shopping for things I still need, or load things into the trailer, but are absolutely disinterested in assisting me to box up what I still need to pack.

I’m worried my frustration will lead me to make one of several very poor choices. I will either end up not doing anything until the last minute, resulting in much headache for me and my family, or I will become so angry at the lack of assistance that I will just start throwing things away that I will regret later.

I can’t think clearly and in a linear enough fashion to compose the remainder of this post properly. Maybe tomorrow.

Writing Prompt August 21, 2008

A few weeks ago, August 14th to be precise, Nobilis put the call out on Twitter to write a story by using something from each colored section of the Periodic Table of Awesoments, found here. So I wrote one. It’s not the best, but I find it amusing. Each item from the Table is bold, so you know to look for it in the table.

Chuck Norris was watching Fourth of July fireworks from the tank in his back yard when, in a blaze of fire, a Ninja appeared with an offering of bacon, liquor, and chocolate. The Ninja asked Chuck to help him fight a horde of zombies and mutants that had invaded his homeland. Chuck fired up his tank and drove to the Ninja’s place, where the zombies fell dead and the mutants fled at the sight of Chuck Norris’ mustache.

Hope you enjoyed it! The above paragraph is why I chose not to be an author. I can write well enough, but story telling is just beyond my grasp.