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Shut the Front Door!

I bought “Pretty Woman” the anniversary DVD and guess what? There are scenes not seen in the one they play on television!! Or were they in the movie theater edition? Who knows. All I know is that when I was watching it and writing out bills, there was a moment or three that something was on the screen that I had never seen before. I loved it! It was like getting more of something that’s already wonderful. And who doesn’t love Pretty Woman? Who didn’t imagine an Edward would come into their life and whisk them off their feet with credit cards and paid living expenses. Oh, and be crazy good looking to boot? Yeah, no matter how old you can still imagine. ūüôā

So one of my fish died the other night. I’m not sure if it was Clementine or Tangerine. They both confused me after a few days in the tank. I hate not knowing what killed the guy off. He was looking fat there for a few days. Which would not coincide with the thought I forgot to feed them a few times. Hmm… depressing. I asked my husband to dispose of the body. ūüė¶

It got colder where I live. Which is wonderful for my car that doesn’t have air conditioning. But kind of sucky for mornings. Not that I’m a morning fan, but who wants to get out of bed to cold? Personally I like summer. I’ll take the heat. I used to be crazy about fall. It was my favorite. Then it got too sad. I get sentimental when the leaves change now. And right down depressed when winter hits. Give me the spring!! Then summer. A few days of fall, but absolutely no winter.

Time to think about Christmas. Now there’s a holiday to love. All the decorations, good will, trees, and Hallmark movies!!!! The kids hate when I decorate in November. Yeah, they don’t have to worry about lugging out all the stuff. Just a couple more weeks…okay like four, but they’ll be here before we know it!

Have a good rest of the week!

 

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New Season…

Last weekend I decorated for the fall. It took me the better part of the day to do it. I have a large tote that someone lugs up from the basement, and I unwrap each collected item and display them in the dining, living, and kitchen rooms. My kids used to get a charge at all the pumpkins and goblins. Now, it’s like, ‘meh’. Whatever. I like it. My college boy likes it, and had he been there he’d have said something. Oh well. My husband complimented the transformation of our home. Everything now has an ‘autumn glow’.¬†Fall used to be my favorite season, although now it might be spring. Fall just tells me winter is coming, and for that I have a bit of resentment. I get it. Everything has to die to become new again. I just don’t like the death winter feels sometimes. I’m cold during the summer, for crying out loud! And all the bleakness of the sky, no leaves on the trees…I’m getting sad just thinking about it. Better stop!

So I’m going to be at a book festival tomorrow. I won’t lie, it’s my first. I have no idea what to expect. I ordered my books, and I’ve got my pen ready to sign. Now I just hope and pray there are readers who want one! I ordered the cutest magnetic calendars. They had little foxes on them, and my logo was fashioned so cutely on them. And the bookmarks!! In true Julieann fashion, it took me a week to commit to the one I liked best. And so the order was placed. And I waited. And I checked delivery schedules. Yep, they were to arrive right in the nick of time. Then I called last night to check where my missing swag booty was. And then my heart hiccuped. “What? The order never processed? Umm…why not? I’ve been checking. It’s said they’re arriving on the 20th? I ordered 3 weeks ago.” And then the heartless representative from vistaprint said, “It wasn’t deliberate. Your order just wasn’t sent to printing. We’re sorry.” Sorry? Sorry? I have no swag, not cute little fox calendars, no bookmarks? I’ll be the only table with nothing on it! Sorry? “Yes, sorry. I’ll make sure to report this to my supervisor.” Hmm… ¬† I”ll just leave this here with how much that report gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Onto the adoption front. I’ve taken 35 credit hours of courses dealing with adoption. It has been enlightening to say the least. I had no idea all the issues that these poor children go through being institutionalized. I mean, of course, who wouldn’t be scared for life being left in a crib, not ever getting rocked, or fed a bottle being propped on a blanket. My heart is so heavy for their plight.

Fundraising has been a scream. Wow. It’s taught me to be a better giver, that’s for sure. I put myself out there, which is NO easy task for me. I’m the type that wants to take care of things for myself. But this is so huge, so high a hill to climb, that I asked friends and family for help. And I get it. “You want the child, you pay the money.” But it’s more than I have. And she needs it. I’m not asking for myself, I’m asking for her. But whatever. Lesson learned. It’s okay. Some have come forward. Some have helped. Some that I had no idea that would. And I hope they felt the profuse appreciation I gave them in return.

I’m doing a new fundraiser, and thinking of another one for my kid’s school to participate in. As if I haven’t had enough humiliation in begging for money, right? Sadly I’ve learned that people will give if they get something in return. So I made a quilt. It took a month with all the other things I’ve got going on. I call it ‘Birdie’s Quilt’. And it’s $10/ticket for a chance to win it. I used all my favorite fabrics I’ve collected over the years, and it measures a queen size. It’s been getting good response.

This adoption experience is teaching me so much about myself, orphaned children, and the friends and family that surround me. I know I’ve grown, and that’s a good thing. I just can’t wait to get my little Birdie and bring her home!

Have a great weekend everyone. ūüôā

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Homesick in Autumn

homesickI’m getting ready to watch the final presidential debate and wanted to squeeze in a post. A slight tangent if I may?…Is this the complete best we could find in America to lead our country? Tangent complete. Now on to my post. Thank you for indulging.

I might have blogged about this before. If so, my apologies. It’s just that it’s the first thing that overwhelms me when the cooler weather sweeps in, and the change of leaves begin to occur. I get homesick. But for what? I try to identify my surge of displacement….my longing to be somewhere else, in a different time. I’ve come to feel that summer is so busy with plans and hot weather, I have no time to reflect. Then as things begin to wrap up…as I begin to clear the flowerbeds of tired blooms, and hear the last¬†obscenities of the crickets that refuse to give up and burrow down…my mind is free to wander. And it always seems to wander to the past. To times of joy. Which ultimately¬†makes me feel an aching sorrow for something so out of reach. When people that no longer grace this earth was around me.¬†When times were simpler, and the only problem I knew was running out of daylight before I finished playing. This is what I’m homesick for. For something which has no cure. For a time that will never again exist. And as I continue to live day by day, new memories are manufactured for future autumns of being homesick.

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Fall is Coming Fast!

fall-coloringThe leaves are beginning to change color here! I can’t believe it. It seems the very second school goes back in session, the weather gets colder and the leaves begin to change. Next week I’ll take down all my summer decorations, and prepare for the fall ones! It makes the house seem so different with the yellow, orange, and brown hues.

So I picked up my son for the Labor day weekend. It was great having him home. It was as if he never left. But tis Monday, and he’s leaving again. ūüė¶¬† We were able to go out with the family though on Saturday. We¬†shopped, ate, and toured the burg a bit. Sunday he mostly did homework. Which was okay, because¬† I wrote the better part of the day. It was a¬†productive time, creatively speaking.

I have a new writing room in my house. It’s pretty cool. My photos of inspiration are tacked on a board, above where I write. Constant muse, huh? My work in progress is a bit different than Amy. I find I’m hedging on the side of suspense. Which totally makes sense. I love crime shoes. Not that my books will be anything intensive and murder driven, but the tint of mystery will keep a good pace about it, I hope.

Three day weekends are fun, but it messes with me until Friday. I always feel a day behind. Today, which is Monday, does not feel as such. It feels like Sunday. I will be trying to find that missing day until Friday, at which time I’ll say…”Friday already?”

Not much other to report. I have my “Waking Amy” offered for free at the moment. Hopefully it will give readers a chance to start the series and follow up with the third one, which releases in three short weeks! I’m so completely excited. And…”A Reason to Stay” is on sale for .99 cents. I check in to see if any new reviews are happening. They are what feed my writing. I love to read what people think of the characters.

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I’m gearing up for the final release of the year. Unless something happens, it will debut December 8th. It is the first in my suspense romance line. Personally it’s my favorite. I’ve been munching on this story for four long years. It has changed so much, I don’t recall what happened in the first draft! I’ll have to celebrate when this one come out, for sure. It was the first story that got me into writing professionally. ūüôā

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September

septWhen school starts everyone’s usually given up on summer. No more carefree nights where waking up early is of no concern. No more late¬†television watching; everyone has to be in bed and only after hours of homework has been completed. And everyone feels older … older than on the day their birthday is celebrated. Because they’re now second graders, sophomores, or seniors. It’s a big deal in their world. Another rung on the ladder reached!

I suppose September could also be viewed as the beginning of autumn, although today the temperatures soared in the 90’s around my parts. Stifling hot. No air molecules moving, no moisture releasing from clouds … just hot. My car is a dust wagon. The driveway is parched and the gravels are ricocheting off the hard ground as we drive up and down it. No signs of autumn here. But when it does come … autumn that is, it will depress me. All the loud bug talk in the yard. It’ll somehow sound lonelier than the summer bug talk. I suppose because the crickets will have moved back in. And there won’t be any lightning bugs to watch spark the dark blue night. Leaves will begin turning the most magnificent colors right before falling to the earth¬†and becoming crunchy and raked. Little arms and legs will get covered with jeans and jackets and cool breezes will send a chilly warning¬†to stay indoors. I don’t know why, but I always become homesick in the fall. Homesick for my childhood days.

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Ode to Summer

Sunset_2007-1I wrote on our white board this morning, “13 more days until school starts…saddest countdown ever.” I know most parents can’t wait until the school year begins; I’m not one of them. I suppose I get it from my mother, who hated when the summer was over, too. I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t have to be up and out of the house at 6 a.m. or come home, dragging their tired bodies, only to do another hour of homework. By the time they eat and get everything ready for the next day, it’s time for bed. Gross. I can’t stand it. Seven straight hours of whatever they do there at that school should be sufficient. Why saddle them with more book work when they retreat home?

But, back to summer ending. The retailers don’t really give you a chance to lament the end of summer. They begin carting in school supplies early July. And, I promise you, I went into Hobby Lobby for some curtain backing material last week (July, mind you) and their Halloween items were 40% off and they were unpacking Christmas trees. Say what? Can we just take a breather here? July is for kiddie pools going on sale, gooey bottles of blow bubbles marked down, and gardening supplies half off. Not jingle bells and mistletoe!

It made me want to come home and rip up all my flowers out of the gardens and dig holes for mums, while they were still at the store and not being muscled out by the Frasier firs. I looked around at my ol’ Geraniums. Worn out by the beating sun and weeks of drought. They were tired. My Hydrangeas were faded and the blooms were crunching at the edges. The Drift rosebushes, however, were giving one last thrust of a second bloom and probably wishing they had arms to swat the pesky beetles that are snacking on the petals. But, alas, it’s all coming to an end… in just 13 short days. I don’t need to remind myself that this is the last year my oldest son will be returning to high school. Take out the tissues now, please!

So, I scratched down something this morning, marking such a sad realization:

Chasing the end

like a cat to a tail

Summer is fading

And I’m not feeling well.

 

Time is fleeting

Going too fast

like after a hard run

And all that’s left is a heavy heart beating.

 

It sounds loud in my ear

Reminding me of all that’s slipping away,

Youth, warmth, good times, and another year.

 

One step closer

One step farther away,

To the end

To the beginning.

It just depends on what you say…

Good-bye summer or,

Hello Fall