November....

I have been watching all of the thankful status updates on Facebook and it really has gotten me to thinking about things that I'm thankful for this year. This year though hasn't been all about being thankful. There have been a lot of ups and downs and loop-de-loops that have put me on the ground and I've been trying to get off the ground ever since then.

The worst part has been trying not to wallow in the despair and depression that comes from being knocked down over and over again, because you get to a point where it just seems to be easier to stay on the ground. Even when I want to stay there in the mud and muck there has been someone there to push me back out of the mud and tell me to get up and stop acting like a baby.  I will admit that as much as I have needed that there are a few times when I would have rather wallowed a little more in the mud.

For this point in the month it means that I'm thankful for the people who have pushed me out of the mud and not let me fall victim to myself.

thank you!

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Halloween..

I wish that I had something to write about but just not feeling it right now. Would rather be doing something other than dishes and cleaning.

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Wednesday

Things are going a little slow this week and maybe later this week I will finish Clara and be able to write about it this weekend. Right now I am thinking seriously about getting up and doing some dishes and folding some laundry. Tomorrow I will probably need to wash some more laundry instead of letting it pile up until it takes all four machines in the laundry room to wash everything.

I also need to work on putting the food back in the cabinet. I need to get my table back so that I can sit there to work on a few different things. 

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Reading, writing and watching...

Still working on my list of books to read. Working on finishing my book on Tiffany and Clara which is starting to drag but then again every book that I read drags at some point and I stress and strain and usually put it down for a while and then come back to it. I love to read and it makes me feel good. It really is one of the few things keeping me sane right now.

Trying to work on something new with a different style than I normally use. I've been told that I rely too much on dialogue before and right now using so little dialogue makes it feel forced to me. Trying to rewrite something that I had worked on before and I'm not sure if I want to do it or make them kinda sister stories. I just start writing and see where it goes and I'm still not sure of where it is going.

Right now we're watching Ink Master and I like some of what I've seen. I'm ready for the election and the world series to be over so I can watch my shows. I'm gonna finish this up so I can spend a little bit of time looking on Pinterest at tattoos.

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The second love of my life...

The second love of my life happens to be a man with multiple faces, personalities and outfits...the Doctor.

 This is Eleven. A true Whovian doesn't have a doctor because they know that no matter what the doctor looks like he is the same man. This is the first Doctor that I met. We met in the episode Flesh and Stone it introduced me to him, Amy, Riversong and the weeping angels. I was flipping channels wait you don't flip channels when you have DirecTV, you scan the channel guide while listening to what you don't want to watch is playing in a small corner of the screen. I've seen Doctor Who in the tv guide before and thought that I would finally give it a chance, and I haven't turned back since.

I met Ten a little later again in reruns and felt the same as I did about Eleven. He seems to have good stories. I've seen him talk with Shakespeare and light the Olympic torch. I am still upset that he did not get the opportunity to actually light the torch this summer.

I haven't really taken to Nine like the others because he was only here for one season and they don't air as often. I still want to give him a chance because I think that we owe him a lot.

These are the other loves of my life. We actually used the Doctor as a reason not to go out with family when this season started. We weren't guaranteed to be home in time for Doctor Who to start so we declined the invite.

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Sources: Eleven, Ten, Nine

Thursday...

This may not really be the exact middle of the week I'm glad that it is almost over. Watching The Raven. So far it is pretty awesome and I like how they are working in so many of Poe's stories not just the famous ones.  I have to finish watching so we will see how it ranks.

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30 before 30...Eat, Pray, Love

Eat Pray Love  by Elizabeth Gilbert

I know that it has been several months since I actually finished this one and well I really just haven't gotten around to putting it on here. I guess that's really it has been a few crazy months.

I had issues with this book. There was just something about this story that made me uncomfortable. This is the story of Elizabeth and her journey to find herself and recover from a devastating divorce. I struggled to read parts of this book and not for the reasons that I normally struggle with a book. I have never read words that translated into my soul more than hers, her struggles became mine. I thought about her after I closed the book at night, I put myself in her shoes, it made me think.

Her journey takes her first to Italy where she learns that there is more to life than what we Americans think. The biggest lesson that she learns is that as Americans we take the simple things in life for granted and that there are times when doing nothing is just as sweet as doing everything possible. She takes time to enjoy food at every chance she can with little regard to her pants even going as far as to struggle to zip a pair of jeans and even succumbing to buying larger ones in favor of stopping eating. Never once do you read about her going to a museum or raving on and on about the architectural wonders of Rome. That is what Americans do, we go to Europe and look at all the touristy things instead of doing what locals do and relax and enjoy.

Elizabeth hops a plane from Italy to India where she spends her time at an ashram. Anyone who has ever spent time with their own thoughts knows that can really be the devil. Being alone with your thoughts is when the devil really starts pulling out the skeletons in your closet. Some times you just get sucked in by that little voice that tears you down and that brings all those things you have buried deep down and makes you feel like poo. She suffers from demons that she doesn't always tell you about and we all respect that because I know that I wouldn't want to bring all of those things back into the light.

From there she goes to Indonesia to send time with a medicine man. To me this is where the book started to drag and I really don't remember what happened. I know that is the worst thing that I could say about a book that it started to get a little boring and I was just trying to get to the end of the book. I rushed a little and I do know that she finally found love and balance.

It was good not sure though if I would recommend it to others. I would pick the movie over the book on this one instead of the book over the movie and that never happens in my house.

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