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Full Circle

Well I did it! I made it through my son’s first year at college. 🙂 I feel like I was just here…plucking away at this computer, moaning and groaning about what I was going to do without him. And next week he’ll be back. Never more to be a freshman. I pointed this fact out to him this weekend, and he’s sort of bummed about it. Yes, he’s quite a sensitive chap. Things like never being a single digit again (turning 10 was big for him), or his last year home as a “kid”, were milestones. But I think he’s ready to return. I’m ready for him to return. It’s not terrible when he’s away for a long time. I get used to it. But when he comes back for say a week, it’s hard to get used to him being gone again.

Anyway, onto other things. I have a book releasing this week! Woo-hoo. Can’t wait. Jumping up and down on the inside. You just can’t see it. 🙂 It’s amazing to think I’m beginning another series, but I am. As usual, I’m a bit nervous how everyone will perceive Sarah. I’m resolved to know there will be some who don’t get her, some who think I’m writing their own story, and a few that stop reading after page 10. I get it. I’m that person, too. Everyone is. Reading is so subjective. For instance, I’m judging a writing competition this month, and there was one submission that I couldn’t read. I had to turn it back in and request someone else judge it. It wouldn’t be fair for me to do it. It’s just not my cup of tea. Heck, it wasn’t even tea, in my world. It’s not that it was poorly written, it just wasn’t something I could endure any longer. Past page four. But it amazes me how someone can read something I’ve written, not reach page 10 and plaster it with a one star on Amazon and Goodreads. I was raised that if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything. Oh well, not all were raised with the same theory, I suppose.

Onto depressing. Because doesn’t everyone need a bit of gloom in their day? Not really, but I had to mention it. Erin Moran died. Joanie Cunningham, as I’ll always remember her. What a sad life she turned out to have. I mean you have Ritchie, the now-director of blockbuster films, then you have his kid sister. Living without money, in a very depressed fashion of a life. What happened, Joanie? It in no way resembled her character on Happy Days. I think some people, no matter what cards they’re dealt, will have to struggle. And it’s sad. 56 years old. Rest in peace.

I hope everyone has a great week. I’ve got 3 birthdays to celebrate this week. My daughter’s is one of them. All of my kids get to choose their dinner and their dessert on their day. She has chosen spaghetti (in which I like the least…okay, I hate spaghetti), and white cake and white icing. Is she even my kid? No chocolate? I’m going to have to serve chocolate ice cream on the side or something. I hope I can make it without wincing. White on white?

Until next time!

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Where Has All the Happiness Gone?

I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter holiday. Mine was great. I cooked for everyone–as is the new tradition. I give my mother a much needed break from the muss and fuss. My turkey turned out like crap. And I even woke at the bloody crack of daylight to put it on–sautéing carrots, celery, and onion…gently thrusting some garlic and broth in for good measure. Thrusting? Really? All for it to taste like the rear end of something killed on the side of the road, after cooking for almost 7 hours. (not that I would know literally what that would taste like.) But there was a ham to fall back on. Thanks for bringing it, Barbie!

And then there was the panic of the dessert. The pound cake, upon reading the recipe the morning of, was discovered not to be the one I envisioned. Not really sure what the original vision was… So off to the store I went. And bought items for chocolate cream pies. Nope, never made one in my life. I’m just not a pie person. Luckily they turned out well. Made everyone forget about the lousy turkey!

Then there was the egg hunt. Ah, the traditional go-and-find-the-golden-egg hunt. Has anyone met my youngest son? The one who is certain the entire world is against him? Well needless to say, he wasn’t the one who found the golden egg. Instead it was the 13 year old cousin. In which he desperately hates now. And hates the inventor of said traditional egg hunt. And eggs…and easter baskets, and for all I know the air in which we breathe. My mother, of course, told him to come over to her, and she tucked a golden egg inside his hand. Just to inform anyone who isn’t at my home during the annual egg hunt–the golden egg has a $20 bill inside. And now my youngest is happy. Still not liking the cousin, because well, she cheated finding that egg, but he can go on and never spend that money now. That’s right…he finds a million things to want, but letting go of the dough is a whole other story.

So on to the title of my post. I was just visiting Facebook. Don’t do it, it’s a trap. You can get sucked in quite quickly. The next thing you know, it’s past your bedtime and now you know what everyone’s doing, done, or going to save as a recipe and never make in their life. But you know, they’re sharing it so it saves on their feed. Ok. Anyway, tonight I got so much more than that. I got a play-by-play of an elderly man getting gunned down on Easter day, a video of one of the innocent children dying from the chemical bomb Syria suffered a few weeks ago, and a baby girl left in a locked van while police knocked out a window to get to her. Ahhhhh……. where is all the happy? I’ll gladly take pictures of what Aunt Noreen’s dinner plate looked like tonight. No matter how disgusting that cabbage looked. And cousin Rita’s feet as she takes a crooked picture of her pool water. Enough with the reality. It’s too depressing. I had to scroll faster than ever tonight, just to get the images out of my mind.

Find your happy place, people! Stop polluting the airways with the horrors of reality. Show a shimmer of kindness. Show some little furry animal getting rescued, a baby trying peas for the first time, a flower growing from an abandoned old pot. Whatever. Just please stop posting the bad and ugly signs of our times. That was a bit unlike me, wasn’t it? So demanding. Maybe I’m just tired. Or my wrist is absolutely killing me. I think I have a pinched nerve. Yeah, blame my plea for happiness on the pinched nerve. What’s come over me with all my ranting?

Well, happy thoughts for now. I’m going to ice a wrist. Have a great week!

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So Tired

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This has/is going to be a very tiring week. My daughter is in a play, and although she stays after, dances, and acts…I’ve done my share in the background. Late pick ups, taking dinner before practice, attending meetings for cupcake sales, etc. And so the final days approach. Tomorrow is the big day–the first of four performances. I picked concessions to help out. So I’ll be there, right along with her. I’m trying not to focus on how late my days are going to be. I’m trying to find the positive. The fact she’s doing what she loves, and soon it’ll all be a memory. Right now, though, I’m whipped.

So we’re putting a hold on my birthday. It’s sort of during the day that she performs her play twice. Twice. On my birthday. Oh well, what’s a birthday when you get past the age of 10 anyway? I guess 18 was sweet, and 21 was sublime. But what now? The biggies…50,60,70, if I’m lucky. Birthdays are just another day. You get the, ‘well, well, well, today’s your birthday’, then nothing else. Although my son offered to make me a cake. It’ll be a first. He’s been cooking a lot lately. And I’m sure a cake would be the next logical step after achieving success in frying bacon and scrambling an egg. I hope I don’t stand in the kitchen and try to do it myself. 🙂

Did I mention I’m doing some major landscaping Friday? Yep. Because shlepping cupcakes, working at my day job, and performing all my other chores isn’t enough! I’m looking forward to some dirt and mulch, nonetheless. It’s those little things. Find them, cultivate them, and enjoy. As for my enjoyment, I’ll try to find it among the chaos and tiredness.

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Life’s Weird That Way

So I’m sitting here tonight watching Grease, and what do you know? I can sing all the songs. Verbatim. As if I’m reading cue cards. YET…I cannot remember what I’ve gone in the laundry room for. Or that I was supposed to pick a child up after school. Give me a break, she only told me once she was staying after! It’s amazing how something can keep place in your brain….for years and years and years.  Such a classic.

My son left for college today. He was on spring break, and I must admit I miss him already. It’s so nice having him to talk to. He’s so entertaining. I laugh a lot when he’s around. And he doesn’t even try. 🙂

This weekend flew by, but don’t they all? Tomorrow morning it all starts again. Up early, to work, get that scary hair cut, and then the horrid question of dinner comes. Ahhh……… Dinner, the dirty question no ones wants to answer, or to prepare. I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t wait until four o’clock to wonder what to eat, make it to the store, stand behind the other fifty or more procrastinators, pay, drive home, be asked millions of times what time it would be finished, then try to create something that will sustain us all for the next 12 hours, while meeting the four major food groups. I’m tired just waiting for the morning to come!

Have a great one, everyone! 🙂

 

 

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Catching Up

It’s been forever since I’ve written. Let me see if I can remember everything…  My son has been here for the week. Mostly he’s been sick in bed. I suppose spring break was overrated, anyway. I mean, who doesn’t plan their sickness around being home to be doted and fed their meals in bed? He wouldn’t have had the treatment away at school, certainly. Alas, he’s on meds and the mend! Just in time to go back. 😦

We had a few hot days here. As in 73 degrees, hot days. That’s when I shed my sweater and found a few stray pounds hiding out. Yikes. I became proactive right away to extinguish the unwanted pounds, and purchased myself a weighted hula hoop. Exercising is boring, right? And I can’t do boring. So I thought…yeah, this looks fun. Umm….yeah…..not exactly. I’m sporting some soreness and bruising around the ol’ midriff. I’m hoping I can keep it up. Only 30 minutes a day they say. Then the pounds drip right off you. I hope they begin shifting downward soon. 🙂

My hair is finally growing. I get it cut Monday. Can you believe it? Cut? It’s a shaping trim, rather. I want nothing more than a split end to land on the floor. I can’t afford more than that. I’m pretty sure I’m going to go medium length this time. Fingers crossed I can be patient with the growing pains.

I finally got around to watching Bridget Jones and a Baby. Hmmm….how to say something nice…. I guess it was great to see the cast again. On second thought, they looked crazy ancient. Mark Darcy seemed skeletal, Patrick Dempsey looked…well, old….and Bridget? She looked just plain weird. She’s not supposed to be skinny. And face-altered. It distracted me so much I couldn’t focus on the horrible story line. Why couldn’t they just have left it where it was??? I can’t unsee what I saw.

I’m watching “Something’s Gotta Give” as I write this blog post. One of my go-to movies for “something to have on t.v.” The part where she cries forever cracks me up. I’ve been there, done that for sure. Now if I could just find that house and live in it. Will I ever live on the water? It brings such peace. Other people say that about the mountains, but give me the sound of water rushing up on shore any day.

Tomorrow is boyfriend’s birthday. He has requested homemade enchiladas and a red velvet cake. I make a triple layer, which makes me wish I was a bigger fan. But I’m not. It doesn’t help I can never find red food coloring, either. It comes out more pink.

Well I hope you all have a fabulous weekend! I’m in a creative mood, so I’ll either sticker-up something, sew a stitch, or write a few new chapters. 🙂

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Finally…March

spring-equinox-ten-thingsMy mother has always claimed January and February to be voodoo months. People are always dying in these months, it seems. They’re depressing, cold, and everything is gray. I guess you could view January as starting over, but I just see it from the perspective of standing at the foot of a very large mountain. And once we climb through snow and ice, darkness, and frigidness, we get to see the crocus on top–peeping out of the snow and ice. Finally…now that’s what I’m talking about. I have a tiny little tribe of daffodils in my flower bed. Each time I host Easter dinner, someone brings me a pot of them, and I plant them outside after they die. Of course it’s 75 degrees one day and 30 the next. They’re so freaked out, they don’t know what to do.

But we made it!!! Tomorrow is March. And then comes the expectations of spring, when in fact, it could very well snow. March is the month, that if it were a friend, it would most certainly be fair-weathered. You never know what to expect.

This week I get to pick up my son from college for spring break! I’m super excited to see him. I’ve never been away from him this long. I plan to drink up every minute we have together with him.

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Today I got an offer in the mail for Blue Apron. Not sure, but it sounds like a wonderful idea. I mean, just get a box of a pre-planned meal delivered to your door? There has to be a catch. I haven’t done any research, but I’m sure it’s expensive. I think the coupon was for like $30.00 off. One meal? Do they know I feed my very own gang? How big is that box? I suppose it’s more for the workaholic couples or singles. Where going out to eat gets boring for them, but who has time to shop? Oh the horror! I think I remember that time? ………………..nope, not really. It’s all too fuzzy anymore!

I hope everyone has a wonderful week. Pretty big one, you know. March and hump day, all in one! I’m getting side-tracked tomorrow and going to view a planner I’ve had my eye on at Amazon. I found it offered at one of my local stores. I’ll be able to touch it and see if it meets my needs. As if I need another one? I’m still searching for wall space for the three calendars I got for a steal last weekend. Stop the madness.

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Leave me alone, Godiva!

godivaAlways taunting me. Sitting on my dresser, seducing me in that red box. Knowing very well I won’t rest until I know what flavor is in the white square, drizzled in chocolate. Is it caramel, cherry, or maybe more chocolate? All I do know is that I’m trying to lose weight. Seems I’ve put on a few extra winter pounds, and with all this hot weather we’ve been having, less-bulky shirts are saying I need to do something now about it. Or that muffin top is going to blow!!

8ac0050c766d06e4d776ce2baef477cc18803f9313c36d5bdd1f1775c7f4e612I hate water. Well known fact since I was a small child and always offered it at the dinner table. Which explains why I can live on less than 8 ounces of liquid a day. I simply refused to drink when I was little. They could have that water. I saw how it freely poured from the sink. Who doesn’t give away the crappy tasting junk? You don’t see soft drinks pouring out of taps, do you? No, because that has flavor. Anyway, I’ve consumed water this week. It wasn’t pretty. I boasted to my better half that I drank a trial sized one with lunch. He wasn’t impressed. So the next day, instead of popping the top to a Coke, I drank a 16 ounce water. It wasn’t pretty, either. I held my breath for pretty much the entire time, imagining myself in a desert where I was begging to drink anything. The next day I fell off the water wagon. I’ll try again later.

the-package-1f-366x366So I did a photo shoot today. Another thing that ranks high on my ‘most hate to do’ list. (I’m trying to curb my complaints, as well as my soda intake.) I don’t like it because number one, I feel extremely fake, and two, I don’t like to see myself in pictures. My nose looks big, my eyes look bigger, and then there’s the muffin top. Which, by the way, it was only headshots, but I could see extra weight in my cheeks. Is that possible?

The warm weather is blowing away tonight. The noise of the wind is pushing against all the windows, making it feel much colder than it actually is. Tomorrow the jackets will probably be sent away, and the coats brought out again. I’ve still got allergies making my eyes itch until they bleed. I had to go out and get Visine this morning. I’ve used my allotted amount already, and I still want to dig them like dirt.

I’m working on revisions tonight. Pretty safe to say I’ll change everything I wrote only days ago. Moods do that to you. Anyway, I hope everyone has a great rest of the weekend. I’ll try and stay warm and not blow away! 🙂

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In Today’s News…

where-to-go-on-holiday-in-februaryYes, this is Virginia in February. (not really, it’s a google generated picture, but it could be). I rode home with all the windows open in the car…I’ve been inhaling allergy medicine like cocaine…and all the daffodils have sprung! It’s crazy town. Did I mention it was February? This always happens. The warm weather comes in from the south, seduces you with a week of warm weather, you retire the socks, shed the coat, and BAM….it snows. The polar air overtakes and all those pretty flowers you just had to buy and plant because you want so desperately to see color in your gray and white yard, becomes frozen. I can’t tell you how much money I’ve lost in buying flowers too soon. This year they stay in the greenhouses until April. I mean it. I won’t let myself do it anymore.

I have a crazy bird at my window. It’s been there for over a week. (8 days to be exact) It comes around six in the morning, flings its body against the window…several fifty or more times…and continues this sick routine for hours on end. I even walk to the glass, yell at it…blurt obscenities that it’s Saturday and I don’t have to be awake, but it just watches me and flings itself even harder. I even have poop on the glass now. What the …..??? So my mom says it’s angels around the house. Possibly protecting, possibly signaling something. That’s all it takes, and I go to bed and dream I’m going to die. That next day I felt weird every minute. Like I received a message it was me, and this was it. I’m happy to report, I did not. 🙂

My son wants the new Switch thing that’s coming out. It’s a gaming device that you can take everywhere with you. Because who can’t just walk around and look at what’s in front of them without shooting a graphic-made gun at alien forms? He’s saved money since last year to buy it. Turns out they will have a select number of them at the stores on Thursday night…at midnight. Really? Is this to find out just who is crazy enough for them? I’m certain no sane person decided to drag people out at midnight. I want to know the reason behind it? Really. Why would they force me to drive 40 minutes in the dead of night for a game console? I’ve tried everything I know to get one in normal working hours. Nothing… Guess I’ll be the one driving slow through the parking lot, hoping not half the town is there to do the same thing. If I could only be guaranteed. Whatever. It’s the little things, right? I hope he remembers this when I lose my dentures one day, because I accidentally threw them away, rolled in a napkin, in my dirty bowl of oatmeal. And he has to buy me another set. Yeah, I’m sure the midnight Switch memory won’t even knock on his brain by then.

One more day until the weekend. I have a photo shoot Saturday. Wish me luck the camera doesn’t stall. Maybe that’s what the bird is signaling me…hmmmm….don’t get my picture taken. I wish I wasn’t, but there’s only so much more that I can take seeing me in that black coat on Amazon and Goodreads. Enough already. I’m packing a wardrobe of seasons for Saturday!

Have a great one! 🙂

 

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Cover Reveal for “Searching For Sarah”

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As many of you may know…or not…I’ve started writing a new series–The Sarah Series. Sarah is in the beginning years of her thirties, wants to settle down, and then figure out the rest. But it’s the settling down part that’s been giving her trouble. The guys she dates either she likes and they don’t want to settle, or she doesn’t and they do. Sort of like life, huh?

Sarah Keller is a career student. It goes hand-in-hand with her indecisiveness about her future. Her foundation growing up was based solely on a single dad who lamented almost daily for his deceased wife–Sarah’s mom. She never got to know her, Sarah’s mom passed away in childbirth.

Becoming a nanny was the last thing Sarah intended to be. But life sometimes throws you a curve ball. And sometimes it’s guised as Sam Turner, and his cutie pie daughter, Sophie.

Sam is about 15 years Sarah’s senior, and fresh out of a relationship. He’s the last thing Sarah is looking to get involved with…but you know what they say about last things??

And so here is the cover! Please let me know if you like it. After all, covers are what we judge a book by, you know! 🙂   Have a great week, everyone! (And if you had even an inkling of interest, it’s 2.99 pre-order price on Amazon) Release date is April 27, 2017. If you sign up for my newsletter, you have a chance in winning the paperback copy, a whole month before it releases!! Cheers. 🙂 🙂

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Friday Night Movie

atonement_ver6I received this little baby in my Valentine stash, so we decided to give it a whirl this Friday night. Umm, let’s see…where to begin? Maybe at the snore-ometer. You know, that’s the point in the movie my boyfriend seems to begin snoring. It was about 40 minutes into it, to be perfectly accurate. Had he been awake, I’m sure he might not have given it high marks. You figure, 7 award nominations? Wow, it must be great. Not entirely true. However, maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for their shenanigans tonight.

Writing a book…(small tangent, I promise)…writing a book, you learn that there has to be a reason of “care” in the first couple of pages. I have to write a character that someone is going to give two hoots as to what happens to them. Therefore, carrying your reader through the chapter, thus moving forward to the problem, the climax, and the happily ever after. Not so much care found here. I looked over (before he fell asleep) and remarked, “I don’t really care”. I was very detached from all the characters from the onset. It wasn’t until the last quarter of the movie that I began to care. It sort of came at the point they played a piece of music by Debussy. Que the swoon. Clair de lune is my all-time favorite. And the scene the music came from made entirely no sense at all. None. Period. It was thrown in there just to muster up some care, I felt.

And then there was the war scenes. Are you kidding me? I hate war scenes. Double hate, in fact. It’s depressing, makes me feel bad, and I know someone is not going to make it out alive. Hate, hate, hate the war scenes. I get exhausted and worked up just lying in my bed watching them!

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Perhaps I should’ve began my post with quick synopsis: (which by the way, is like the movie–the scenes are done in reverse) A girl sees her sister in a precarious position with a fellow she likes, and does something to change the fate of all their lives. And to make up for it, she writes a book in which she alters the ending in a way to atone for her behavior. A auto-biography, to be exact.

Maybe I just wasn’t feelin’ it. Maybe I needed some skittles. Seems we’re all out, and popcorn just isn’t the same without those fruity pieces in the bowl to counteract the salt. Or perhaps I’m older, and I don’t see the fun and entertainment in putting forth effort to make a tragedy. Did I like Romeo and Juliet? I thought I did. I found the romanticism in it all. Of course that was many years ago, but I could empathize. This movie I watched, although it claimed wildly romantic on the cover, fell completely short of the advertisement. There was no point. No point at all. It, in my opinion, was a whole bunch of hoopla to try and evoke a feeling of passion and despair, and it could have done so much more, had it had a happy ending. We really didn’t have to go there with the tragedy, now did we? The real world is packed with tragedy as it is.

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I had high hopes for this one. I really like Keira Knightley. I liked her in Begin Again, and I certainly loved her in Pride and Prejudice. Now that was a tidy romance. It made you bleed a bit for the injustice of love in the dark, but in the end, there was light!!! Where was my light in Atonement? Huh? Where was the light?

Cheated on a Friday night. Either way, I own it. Maybe I’ll let the dust settle of my first impression, plop it in a year from now, make sure I have a bag of skittles, and try it again. I might’ve missed something. 🙂 Yeah, I doubt it.