I had a dream last night. One of those dreams where I know I need to listen. Two old men sat at a picnic table by a lake. They were the gruff no nonsense types with the unmistakable air that only retired cops possess. There was nothing film noir about them or the situation. I got the feeling I needed to heed what they were saying though. Girlie needed to listen up as what they were telling me was incredibly important. One more thing. They were dead. They told me that I knew what I had to do. I had to get closure. I needed to do that in two ways. One I needed to find out what happened. I know cryptic right? But I knew exactly what they were talking about. The second thing being that I had to write about it. I had to take the two books I had already started that are in a similar vein and … [Read more...]
Bunches of Stuff
Two things as it's Friday and I don't want to tax our brains too much. Yesterday, I was at my local Target where I managed to only purchase one item! That alone should be a front page story. I spent less than $20 too. I'm quite proud of this feat. Here's the actual story. As I was getting T.D. out of her car seat two men about the age of 28? walked over to their car parked next to me. They were nice well kept gentlemen I suspect from the Marine Corps base nearby. I smiled at them as I extracted T.D. from her many belts and buckles. They barely smiled back and one impatiently said to his friend, "So just back the car up so I can get in." Apparently my car door being open for more than 2.5 seconds was 1.5 seconds too long for him to wait to get into his car. Really. I was already pulling her … [Read more...]
Finally!
It is Fall! Finally! I feel like strains of Etta James's 'At Last' should be playing in the background. The wind is up, the air cool and crisp, and the red crayon marks on the windows now feel adequately festive and in season. The dog is giving me the stink eye for letting her outside without informing her first of the temperature change.It's Fall! My favorite time of year. To be a cliche of a blogger I will now wax poetic or something akin to that about the wonders and beauty of Fall. Always with a capital 'F' in my book.The light changes this time of year. There is a golden quality about it that happens around three o'clock. What E and I used to refer to as "K-mart lighting" as it feels like you got in on special. It's not as powerful as summer sunlight. My run feels more relaxing … [Read more...]
A Pox On Our House
So I lied. It's not really a pox though for some reason I have an inordinate amount of giant bug bites on my legs right now. It's October for crying out loud! We are a sick house. T.D. and the dog are the only ones who haven't succumbed. Yet. T.D. will get it just as we are all getting better I fear.Tissues lay scattered on the floor. Empty juice containers fill the recycling bin at warp speed and there isn't enough lemon and honey to satisfy me. I am achey and tired. I wish I hadn't already watched all my fun DVR shows and I still have to work because that's right I work at home. Right now working at home consists of not infecting my kid.So I leave you with these fun reminders-1. New REVIEWS up at Mummy's Product Reviews. There's always something to learn about including an item called … [Read more...]
She That No Longer Speaks
Disgruntled. Angry. Exasperated. Annoyed. Futile. Pissed Off! That is me. I think futile and PO'ed really nail it though. I hate to do this because it could be seen as burning a bridge but I'm wondering if I'm the only one here who is going through this. See in the past I have written for a great little review site (not PBN! which is great and wouldn't dream of doing this to a writer!) that I really believed in. They gave me a shot and I felt good seeing my stuff in print even with out a byline. That was promised but has yet to come through. That seems to be the problem. They don't come through. With payment. I've asked nicely sending along my invoices each time they print a piece of mine. It's paltry money. It was supposed to be a regular gig. It didn't work out that way. That is fine. … [Read more...]
On the Side of Dexter
If you haven't watched Showtime's show Dexter then you have no idea what you are missing. I will preface it this, at a party recently when the topic of new fall shows came up someone said, "Ooh! I have a great show! Do you mind blood?" The conversation went from there. You have to not mind oceans of blood with Dexter. Five bodies worth. Dexter is also a Sociopath and this is how I side with him. I have mentioned a few times before on this here blog that I am not a touchy feeling person. I can't say this enough. I don't fawn over things, I don't hug much, and in high school I was called an Ice Princess on way more occassions than I can count. Apparently I have been this way since birth. I've always struggled out of hugs, given the slightest kiss, and really just not remembered to … [Read more...]
Michael’s a.k.a. Pain & Suffering in Suburbia
Dear Micheal's Craft Store,Or should I be calling you Crafty store? You suck me in each time with the power to persuade me that I really can bake a four tiered cake with sugared flowers and fondant decor. All done by me and my masterful hand. Ha! Your masterful hand. Like a Puppet Master you hold the strings as I glide slowly down the aisles being seduced by your sparkly paste gemstones, beads, and modeling clay. Your bright and colorful displays of silk flowers lure me in making me feel inadequate when I know that no amount of green foam or designer dish will make my floral creation something of beauty. Each time I go in for one thing only and come out with foam pumpkins (only 50 cents!) and fabric paint. You are tricky Michael's. Very tricky. I dream of weddings gone by that could have … [Read more...]
Reduce the Crazy- Project Life Change
So there I was reading all about Project Life Change from some great bloggers and I thought, well what a swell idea but I've already done that. Remember? I quit my job back in January to stay home with T.D. and pursue my writing. A life long dream. What could be better than that?Except for one thing. It's called balance. Coupled with my inability to say no to a writing gig or almost anything else and I am swamped! Swamped with writing for free half the time too. Sure I get loads of free products and that's great! My friends think I'm the luckiest person for all that stuff that arrives daily at my front door. Except that they don't have to review it. I get bogged down in the boxes and using things and keeping such a tight schedule. I have stopped enjoying it. I want to do different things … [Read more...]
Vicariously Through Me
A few weeks ago I posted about my lack of cojones when it comes to getting my picture taken with a certain Mr. Rollins. Henry Rollins. I promised all my 30 or so readers that I would work up the nerve this time and do it. I would wait with all the other starstruck groupies and get my five second photo op.Did it happen? Why of course. I would not let my 20 (including my Mom) loyal readers down. What couldn't have been better was a large part of Hank's set was how awestruck and dumb he gets when he's around certain people he admires. He gets all nerdy and "remember when" on them and basically can't speak. So we just let ourselves get pelted by peanuts and 11 years later still remember it fondly. I laughed pretty hard at this point since I knew I may get my photo but I was going to clam … [Read more...]
And the Perfect Post Award Goes to…
Izzy Mom for her post on Sept. 24th Of Guilt and Greif. This post is perfect to me for it's intense honesty and realizations. It touched me and made me realize that I am not alone in having such a hard time with these situations and for the feelings of guilt I have often felt when it comes to how I deal with those who are sick or dying. It is something I dislike in myself and yet can't seem to get past. Each time the situation arises I swear I will be different and then I am not. To me, this part is everything I think and then wonder, am I the only one who feels this way? How do others do this?It’s not that I’m afraid of illness or I think that I’ll catch it or anything ridiculous like that. I just don’t know what to say or do. I can’t sit there and pretend everything is fine when it … [Read more...]