Craving

I have the occasional yen for an ice-cream or candy bar. I don't do fudge or brownies. Too much...everything.
But my craving yesterday was entirely different.
I craved...a story. But not any particular story. I craved the Nora Roberts trilogy with the vampire in it.
I'm such a creature of habit on some things. But on others, I don't care what I did the time before or the time before that. I want it different!
It tends to drive some people 'round the bend.
(I get my jollies where I may. haha)
That is, in large part, my issue with TV/books/dvds. I've seen it once. I don't need a repeat. I read it three years ago. I'm good.
It, whatever the media may be, better pretty fucking exceptional for me to look twice.

But this trilogy, I didn't even have a name yet, beat a tattoo in my head. I had to have. I had to find. I had to READ.
So I thumbed through my bookshelves, and there it was. The Circle Trilogy.
*deep content cranial orgasmic sigh*

I read it yesterday. The trilogy. And it sated me in a way that only fulfilling a craving can.
That's what good books do.
*smile*
Stroke the imagination. Take us farther than our own four walls. Excite. Entice. Fulfill.
That's what I strive for my own books to do. For readers to crave what I've written. To take my hand as we explore characters and stories that touch us. To connect on a level reserved for that precious relationship between author and reader.
Ah, sweet bliss.
Grins*

Can you hear me now?

Sometimes I forget how far-reaching this blog is. How someone from another country can tap in a few words and find me.

It is...incredible.

*waving*

What do I have to say for myself? Way too much. lol

Work is a bitch right now. It's the busiest time of the year plus we're training on a database changeover. Imagine a buttload of women working their collective asses off while serving the public, training in their supposed "off-desk" time, and not killing each other. Weaker sex, my ass.

Personally there is a major transition with three teenage daughters trying to spread their wings while I'm trying not to let those wings knock me in the head nor clip them so short they are unable to fly.

I'm stretched thin. I know this.

I'm also writing the first book in a five-book series. Well, I'm SUPPOSED to be. Find me some quiet time, and I'll be yours forever. *grins* I'm also going to be starting a HUGE venture at the beginning of the year.

And did I mention that I have a book out now that I'm trying to pimp out??? Prepping for my oldest daughter's Senior year? Taking my middle daughter to Driver's Ed? Acclimating a beautiful kitten to the house? Retaining my sanity???

Well, something had to give. You guessed it. It would be the last one. :)

It's July. The month of summer vacations and relaxation and parties and whatnot. But it's also the month of driver's ed, work, writing, and shuffling children hither, thither, and yon.

So I tell myself to breathe. To enjoy the hectic, almost frantic, pace I have going on now in preparation of a time in the not-so-distant future when my children are on their own and, God willing, semi self-sufficient.

The irony???

I live for my girls and the writing. I would rather be busy than twiddling my thumbs and wondering what's happening next. By God, I will MAKE something happen. lmao

So give me the balls-to-the-wall mentality. Give me the self-imposed deadlines and schedules for three active daughters.

I can take it. Hell, most days I revel in it.

Because there is no feeling quite like accomplishment.

I can do it. I WILL do it.

(but I'm really looking forward to my vacation in October-hahaha)

Grins*

My other maddening children

Those would be the literary kind. *smile*
I have Warrior and the Sparrow releasing in June 2011. Then I've decided to publish my own starting January 2012. I have a five-book series started with complete story arcs and whatnot. So I'll release one every six months. Both January and July until they are complete. I am so excited I can barely stand it!!!
The only thing that I think I need are beta readers. argh
I have a cover artist lined up. Editors. Someone (thanks, honey!) to help me with the website. And while it will be more expensive for me to do this, I will have more creative and financial input. That...rocks my socks.
Grins*

Offspring Insanity

It's funny, all right. Until it happens to you.
Then it tends to lose the humor at a rapid rate of speed.
I have three wonderful daughters. They're beautiful, intelligent, and fun to converse with.
They are also moody, temperamental, and stubborn as all hell.
I have gone out of my way to try and be the Mom who is always there. Someone who will listen and try to help no matter what.
Can I just tell you it's an absolutely fucked-up thankless job when those lovely daughters became teenagers???
Having been one of those moody teenage daughters once upon a time, I can understand some of it. Everything is magnified. Emotions are on edge almost 24/7.
But I did NOT skip a core curriculum class. I did NOT skip any classes. I did NOT use my mother nor lie to her on a daily basis because it suited me. I did NOT choose friends over family (though my family was uber dysfunctional--there was really no problem balancing the two). I was grateful for what I had. I learned to amuse myself. I biked or walked to and from work because that was my only option. I took care of MYSELF out of necessity.
When, in the fucking blue hell, will my children pick THAT nifty little trick up?
Neither Dr. Spock NOR Erma Bombeck (God bless her) covered this in any book I've read.
I'm contemplating shifting my paradigm a little and branching out into non-fiction. Possible title being, "When to Put Your Footprint on Baby Bird's Ass: Fly or Fall, Sugar." Or, "You've Got Your Damn Wings--Now Flap!"
Grins*

I had forgotten

Life can be a right bitch sometimes. Bossy, intrusive, and demanding. Needy and overwhelming.
Mine has been all of the above as of late.
And I did, as I always do, the one thing I should never do when this happens.
I pushed the writing aside.
Damn it all.
In fact, I pushed it so far aside that my children and co-workers thought that I wasn't writing anymore.
That hurt like a motherfucker. Not going to lie.
I would still do my poetry purges. Pushing out the words just enough to lower the internal pressure some. Then I'd continue to make the day, week, month, year.
Here I was...stressed out of my fucking mind...and instead of writing (which is something I NEED), I'd push the urge aside.
Yes. I'm a dumbass at times. This would certainly be one of those.
I have a release in June. Then I need to start releasing books every six months or so.
Because I'd forgotten. And I can't let myself do that again.
Grins*

Warrior and the Sparrow

Okay. It's official. I am freakin' EXCITED!!!
My cover artist just sent me the mock-up for Warrior and the Sparrow. It will be released June 1st, and I'm beyond ecstatic.
This book means the world to me. Each book I've written carries a piece or pieces of me in the pages. It's inevitable as a writer.
We give. We bleed. We purge. We love.
And I love this book.
Willow, my heroine, is so unsure of herself. But still continues to give everything she has. And that speaks to me.
As a woman who has gone through extremely hard times, unfortunately one after the other the past year or so, I can relate.
Because I keep moving right along. Sometimes ever-so-slowly. But I try to keep moving.
On a panel once, I was asked why I write about Oklahoma women. And I replied because we can do anything. And I meant it.
But I also refuse to write the silly heroine who is more concerned about her toenail polish and hair than anything else.
I write about women who care. Women who give. And, like Willow, women who can change the world.
Grins*

Didn't meet Princess standards

My youngest daughter came home yesterday talking about the story of the Princess and the Tin Box. My middle daughter jumped all over the story about how disappointing it was and what a selfish, shallow witch that princess turned out to be.
It was fascinating.
I Wikipedia'd it.
Princess looking for a Prince...blah blah blah. Four rich Prince suitors. Fifth was extremely handsome but poor. Gave the Princess a gift from the heart. So she chose the third prince who gave her a jewel-encrusted box.
What a bitch.
Not only did you break the most romantic Prince's heart, but you have appalled the romantic readers.
Shame on you.
Sure, I would get on board the Princess is an evil self-centered piece of crap train. Save me a seat. But the most interesting thing was hearing my daughters talk about how horrified they were at the ending. At the Princess' choice.
What woman in her right mind would choose wealth over love?
Several.
And that's the sticking point.
We hold these fictional characters to a higher standard than most. They are supposed to be the epitome of right choices and love matches. But how crazy is that?
For those of us raised on Fairy Tales and Disney and Sesame Street...I expect we think crazy is choosing the jewel-encrusted box.
Grins*

Winter Weather

I've decided that I need either 1) undies made from dryer sheets or 2) to put said dryer sheets in my undies. But I think they would itch. *sigh*
The weather is making it to where I'm a lovely conduit for electricity. I walk two feet, touch metal, and lose a fingerprint. My hair currently looks like Nanny McPhee's BEFORE the children started behaving.
I am not, as they say, digging it.
I don't mind the snow. Not a bit. It's rather lovely. As long as it doesn't rain then freeze, all is copacetic.
But if I were to walk from one doorway to the other in my house, I could defibrillate someone. I'm scared to touch the handle on my desk drawer when I return to my desk for fear of stopping my own heart.
What is it about this weather that makes me transfer electrons left and right?
I don't know, but...BZZZZZZZZZZTTT!!!
ARGH
Damn it!
Anyone got any bubble wrap?
*grins*

Blowing away the cobwebs

Hello all!

*grins*

New year. New thoughts. All sorts of new. And I'm looking forward to it.

I could go on and on about all the shit that happened last year. The loss, the change, and the pain.

I choose not to.

That simple.

Onwards and upwards, my lovelies.

My girls, while still maddening, are healthy. My personal relationship is a magnificent strength. I have a job that I love.

I have a book coming out in June. *smile*

So goals for this year?

I want to be healthier for one. And why in the blue hell does this have to be so hard??? Why don't celery sticks taste like burgers? We can clone animals but can't tweak some veggies to be palatable? Our resources are being wasted.

lol

I want to finish at least two of the books of the five book series I've started. That means less FB and more sitting on my ass and writing one word after another.

I rattled off a cute little short story for the Honey the other day. It was over 1000 words.

This just shows me I'm squandering time and potential.

Forget that.

It's the last year of my thirties, you know. I turn thirty-nine next month. And while forty doesn't bother me in the least, it's a bit of a wake-up call.

There's no reset button. This is it.

My life.

My World.

Time to bend it to my will.

*grins*

My children are too nice

Who would have thought that this would be a problem?
Not me when I was teaching them "please" "thank you" and "excuse me." Not me when I was teaching them to show respect for other people's feelings.
But guess what?
All these attributes that I tried so hard to instill in my children are being thrown back in their faces by asschildren. Malicious, manipulative asschildren.
Now. Before everyone gets up in arms about my terminology, I will qualify it by stating that asschildren aren't born. They're made. By negligent and selfish parents. These children LITERALLY don't know any better since they're were raised by horrible excuses for human beings who should never have procreated.
What in the HELL is wrong with kids today? Where the good kids are verbally abused by the liars and users? Where half the time I don't want to send my kids to school for fear of subjecting them to something that I can't fix?
What...in the blue fuck???
Children are precious. Whether they are two, twenty-two, or fifty-two. Their spirits so easily crushed by neglect, harsh words, or apathy. And that child who doesn't get enough attention will leech it off of someone else and suck them dry.
I don't want to UNDO my beautiful children. I love them as they are. But who would have thought I needed to send them to high school in battle armor? Or try and teach them to be a bit more selfish with their time since they're the only ones who will be?
This parenting job? Not so fucking easy. Overworked. Underpaid. Stressed out. Embattled on occasion.
But the perks? Beautiful, strong children who know their own worth.
I'll take the scars.
*******

J.D. Roberts?

I love Nora Roberts' romances, and I love J.D. Robb's detective series. I am not, however, fond of Nora's crossover attempts by throwing murder and mayhem up in the middle of her romances ala J.D. Robb.
I enjoyed the splashes of paranormal in her romances because I consider that to be a subgenre of romance. But mixing up the mystery with my romance? If I wanted that, I'd pick up something else.
And I'll be honest with you. There are times I completely dismiss the mystery part of the In Death series for the scenes of romance and whatnot between Roarke and Eve. Rawr!!!
So what has prompted this? Why the need to muddy up the waters, so to speak?
I honestly don't know.
I do know that instead of Nora Roberts being one of my very few auto-buys that I have to actually read the premise before I take the time to crack the cover.
Nora Roberts=fantastic
J.D. Robb=superb
J.D. Roberts=not so much
Grins*

I'm cheap!

Well. Not like that. Well, maybe like that. But that's not what I'm referring to right now. *grins*
What He Wants (The Kindle Edition) is now on sale for $1.96!!! People! Go forth and snag it while it's on sale! I'm ranking right at 57,250 at Amazon which is nothing to sneeze at. *smile*
My Elemental Guardian Megabook (Four FULL stories) is on sale for $4.28!!!
You just can't beat that for books!
Okay. I think I've pimped myself sufficiently.
Have a great day!
Grins*

Let the good times roll

I signed a contract Saturday night for Warrior and the Sparrow. *smile* Haven't received the publishing date yet, but I will let everyone know. And then I received an email from the Sapulpa Library Director inviting me to come to her library in October to do a booksigning.
WOO!!!
I feel good.
It's so funny because I assumed that a lot of book publishing was like songwriting. Once it was introduced, it had a sort of short shelf life. I'm finding that my books are just continuing on even though I hadn't published anything new last year or this one.
How amazing is that?
They've found a secondwind on Amazon. Makes me happy. So I'll delve back in and make the writing a priority again with WATS and my five-book series. Have lots more in the wings that I want to publish, but it's so hard to find the time!
I think I tend to do better writing in the fall/winter. So that is something to most assuredly look forward to.
Oh...and the kids going back to school.
Grins*

Warrior and the Sparrow has a home

I signed the contract on Warrior and the Sparrow last night. *smile* I'll let everyone know the publishing date as soon as it's given to me.
One less thing to worry about. *grins*
Now time to embrace the next series I'm researching right now. A five book series with a strong thread that will tie the five together. Plus several other plots and subplots to thread together. Yes. A lot of work. But well worth it.
Creativity sparks a part of people that lights up their soul.
As for Warrior and the Sparrow...I'll wait for a publishing date. But I'll have to fill out forms for ideas on artwork and whatnot. Title information. And then *sigh* editing. This being my longest venture up until this point in time, 90,000 words or so, and I'm dreading the editing.
I love my people. There's no doubt. But after you sit with the same folks for days on end and fine-tune everything about them and everything around them, you're rather ready for them to stand on their own.
It would be like having your best friends stay with you for two or three weeks and spending every waking second with them.
Oye. Yeah. Like that.
At least I can take a break from that with my other people.
Grins*

Lisbeth Salander

Fractured but not broken.
I love this character. Love. Her.
Sure. She's "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo." But she's also so damn complex. She's brilliant but socially inept. Her mind is amazing. She's been abused repeatedly but always maintains who she is. Never deviating from her own personal code.
I envy Stieg Larsson for breathing life into her. For shaping an incredible character who breaks stereotypes and survives on her terms.
I read somewhere that Stieg had planned a lengthy set of books for this series but passed before they could be completed. So I'll console myself with his works left behind and a character that has left an indelible mark on me.
Grins*

What Middle Chicken and I IM about

----- Our chat on Mon, 7/26/10 4:50 PM -----

MIDDLE CHICKEN (4:47 PM): Wanna know what i just realized? >.> the rudolph the red nosed reindeer song doesn't make sense.you know how when you drive and your lights are on you can't MIDDLE CHICKEN (4:47 PM): See because it bounces off the fog? The 'rudolph with your nose so bright won't you drive my sleigh tonight? ' part is just like that >.>his nose wouldn't help
MIDDLE CHICKEN (4:47 PM): Santa at all <.< so kids are being told lies all over north america O.O
CHRYS (4:47 PM): lol
CHRYS (4:47 PM): but....rudolph's nose is red. it would cut down on the glare immensely. wouldn't be like putting your brights on in the fog. >.>
MIDDLE CHICKEN (4:50 PM): Not the point.<.<
CHRYS (4:50 PM): so noted

What a wondrous weekend

I didn't work Friday since I had to work Saturday. And let me tell you, I wasn't much looking forward to it. But Saturday, even occupationally, turned out to be a good day. A lovely gentleman, regular customer, brought me fresh tomatoes from his garden. And my ex-coworker chickie brought me a Cranberry Limeade from Sonic, and we caught up for quite some time and laughed until my stomach hurt.
Then I packed up my stuff and headed for the Honey's as I am wont to do on the weekends. Dinner was made. Impossible cheeseburger pie and shells and cheese. And guess what??? As soon as I arrived, there was a beanie baby gecko! He looks JUST like the Geico Gecko. *grins*
His birth certificate said his name was "Gus", but I reject that. So I've renamed him Giles. Actually, Giles Geoffrey Gecko. Or Triple G for his homies. *grins*
Then after dinner, I was told to close my eyes and go sit on the couch. Which I did. Apparently it was Christmas in July. Who knew? Because the Honey bought me a laptop. *tear*
Let me tell you...I've had my other laptop for almost three years. The cord was starting to trip out and not want to stay in the laptop to charge which was stressful when I hit full writing Mode and didn't want to dick with it. Or keep looking down to see if I was charging to break my concentration.
So I have a wicked beautiful new laptop, and Giles, the Gecko who would rule the world.
No wonder I'm able to tolerate this Monday so well.
Grins*

In the stylings of...

...others.
Here's the website du jour for writers: http://iwl.me/
Click on that. Submit a sample of your writing. Ta da! You get a comparison of the work you submitted likened to a famous author. My regular blogs are similar to Stephen King. My blog about Warrior and the Sparrow compared me to Margaret Atwood. And my diatribe about Dr. Who? That would be Douglas Adams. My concise review of Undead and Unfinished? I'm the next Stephenie Meyer.
I'll admit. I was EXCITED at first. Wow. Who do I write like? What can I find out?
Um, that would be nothing. I found out nothing.
This site takes keywords and subjects and then matches you up with a writer who is similar.
Who do I REALLY write like?
Myself.
Grins*

Fair Trade

Hello lovely readers!!!

Tell me something about yourself. Right now you're just a lovely number on my sitemeter. What do you do? What do you like? To read? To eat? To do in your spare time? Do you have pets? You gotta have at least one quirk--share it with me. *grins* I have several.
How did you find me? Were you looking for me or "takes her clothes off for money" chickie? What state are you from?
What do you want to read on here?
And for my part in all this:
I'm just me. Voracious reader. The smartass gene is dominant. Writing another series of books. I dream big. I work hard. I'm the person who will look in your medicine cabinet. I'm in major advertising lust with the Geico Gekko. I know. I have issues. He's just so damn cute!!! I want to take him and set him on the table and have discussions with him. But I digress.
I think I'm like a butterfly.
Hold me too tight, and you'll crush my wings or smother me. Hold me softly, and some of my color may rub off on you.
Grins*

Five Book Series

Well. I did it.
I reopened the literary floodgates. *grins*
And I am well pleased.
Not only did I work on the first book in the series, but I researched some of the others, too. I have dialogue and scenes. Plots and subplots. Some of it is just pouring out of me. And I love it!
So that's what I did on my "vacation" days Thursday and Friday.
Just a fantastic feeling to be creating stories again, my friends. Fantastic. I hope to finish Book 1 by October 1st.
We shall see.
Grins*

Literary Utopia

I've missed it terribly.
The freedom to open a document and type to my heart's content and feel good about what I've written.
But I'm back!!!
OMG...and I'm feeling freakin' fantastic!
Wrote for four and a half hours today. Took notes. In fact, I still have my notes and document open because bits and pieces are still coming to me.
Working on another four-book series. Well, actually five since the fifth is the Epilogue.
I love my characters. I think the stories are brilliant. I absolutely am enjoying every word I'm typing and every scene I'm creating.
It's been too damn long.
But the literary drought is over.
I'm hard at it and feeling on top of the world!
Grins*

Indecision

I am not, by nature, an indecisive person. I see what I want/what must be done, and I do. Period.
So why, for the love of all that's good in the world, do I not know which story I want to work on at the end of this week when I have two precious/sacred days off? (And yes, the answer to your unspoken question is: The backslash is my friend. K?)
I have MT which is the last story I worked on. But there are SIGNS. No...keep the tinfoil off your head. I'm just saying...I feel like I'm being pushed in another direction. And *deep breath* it's another four-book series.
Is that why I just want to shrivel up like a raisin in the hot sun of my literary dilemma? Am I drawing odd fruit comparisons??? YES to both!
There is so much research involved with the four-book series. And while I embrace the theory, *grins* the practice makes my eye twitch sometimes. I want to WRITE!
But with so many threads, I have to sort before I sew. Ya know?
Oye. And the sorting--it is a large and daunting prospect.
But if not now, when? I feel like THIS is the time to take this on. And I always go with my gut.
SO...*massive hyperventilating sigh*...I suppose I'll break out the books that I need to make notes and start culling information to weave into my stories.
Oh, and did I mention that there's actually five total with the fifth being a lengthy epilogue-type piece?
Grins*

I have a new toy

And no...it isn't one of those. Though if I DID get a new toy (one of those), I doubt I would advertise said toy on my blog. Unless I was feeling frisky. But really...when am I NOT feeling frisky? So now I must ponder. If I DO get a new toy (which implies I have at least one or more old toys--heh)...would I share with the masses?
But I digress. For now. Breathe deeply, people.
I'm referring to my new technological toy...Microsoft OneNote.
Holy shit. I'm in Microsoft lust.
It comes in Microsoft 2010 suite, and it's freakin' awesome!!!
I can title a page and then open up tabs and import stuff from the Internet, and I LOVE IT!!!
Normally I take my notes down in notebooks, post-it notes (I LOVE post-it notes), and sticky things on pages of books I need.
And while I still may do some of that, I cannot tell you how happy I am to have all my info at my fingertips with a click of the tab.
*trying not to hyperventilate here*
How fantastic is it going to be to be able to refer back to my notes without digging? Sure, I color-coordinated my post-it notes per hero/heroine/book.
Shup.
But now I can just click and voila! I'm all up in it.
Love. It.
It will make my multi-tasking that much easier. And isn't that what the ol' laptop is for?
Well, that and keeping up with my friends on FB.
Grins*

There's an app for that

Numbers vary per electronic device, but there are tens of thousands of apps out there.
Some are useful and timely. Some are useless and time-consuming. Let's have a look, shall we?
Stupid/Worthless/Why the HELL did I buy this apps:
1. Rate a Fart 2.0: Not only can you enjoy the sound of over 700 melodious flatulent individuals, you can upload your own and share with friends!
2. ipickuplines: For example--Your eyes are as blue as my toilet water back home.
3. igirl she obeys: for the repressed male user. (I hope there's a screen protector on your electronic device. ick)
4. Wooo! Button: Yeah. That's what it does. Says "Wooo!" (What? Now our vocal cords are incapable?)
The examples are numerous and, quite honestly, revolting.
But the flipside?
There is also a world of apps that will rock your socks. Apps for documents and reading. Making music and storing a whole classroom of information.
So where's the line? And how fine a line is it???
I started thinking about this while reading CNN and finding an app that tells users when to reapply sunscreen. Something people have, obviously, been doing for decades.
Have we reached that point? Honestly? A place where an app should tell us when to apply sunscreen? Wash our hair? Feed the cat? Hug our children?
How many pieces of minutiae throughout our day must be spoon fed to us? And when will we begin to choke on it or, God forbid, welcome it?
Independence and individualism are priceless. Listening to people fart and sharing your own? That'll be ninety-nine cents.
Grins*

Relationship Chameleons

I have a couple people I know who are pulling this right now. Morphing into something the person that they're seeing wants. Forsaking sense of self for someone else's pleasure/opinion.
This bothers me.
First of all, let's take into consideration that if you don't know who YOU are...then how in the hell can you offer anything to someone else?
Second of all, if you DO know who you are...then why in the hell are you forsaking that for someone else?
Third of all, if you're forsaking pieces of yourself to make another happy...then you're selling yourself supremely short. And if you sell yourself short, my friends, you'll always find a buyer.
Compromise is one thing. Full-blown martyrdom is bullshit.
A relationship is two whole beings fitting together to make something beautiful while still retaining self.
It's not puzzle pieces from two different puzzles mashed together to try and fit when it obviously doesn't.
I'm reminded of the Runaway Bride with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. (They should have stuck with Pretty Woman...just saying).
Julia Robert's character lost herself so completely when she was with her partner du jour that she hadn't a clue who she really was. If they liked scrambled eggs, then so did she. Whether she really did or not.
That's overwhelmingly sad.
Each person has an infinite value unto his/herself. This value should magnify when with the one he/she professes to love. It shouldn't diminish.
No one said it was easy.
But, damn it, it's worth it. And so are you.
Grins*

Undead and Unfinished

I couldn't have been more pleased when I discovered MaryJanice Davidson and the Undead series.
But then enthusiasm waned a bit. I didn't much care for her Mermaid series. Read two of those and didn't bother with the third.
So, with a bit of trepidation, I picked up Undead and Unfinished.
Let me say that this is, by far, one of the best--if not THE best, book in the series. Pick it up. Wallow in its cleverness, snarkiness, and all that is Betsy The Vampire Queen.
And now that I've indulged myself with a worthwhile book, I'm off to work on some of my own.
Have a fantastic and safe holiday weekend!
Grins*

Can you hear me now?

Writing is subjective. Reading is subjective.
We, as readers and writers, know what we like. It's there in every purchase we make or consider making.
But my likes are not your likes. They can criss and cross, intersect on occasion, but tastes are as individual as, well, individuals.
As a writer, I take this in stride. If I didn't, I would assume and retain the fetal position on a daily basis. My feelings would be hurt to the point of incapacitating me. I would simply give up.
That's not me.
You can like what I write. You can hate what I write. Point is: I LOVE what I write. *grins*
It comes from a creative part of me that is connected to every cell I have.
I could try and borrow someone else's voice or writing pattern. I could mimic bestselling authors on the NY Times list. I could...change.
But I refuse. My voice is my own. My ideas are my own. My mistakes...MINE ALL MINE!!! LOL
A writer is only truly a writer when he/she creates the story of his/her heart and soul. No matter the packaging. No matter the opinions of others. No matter...no matter. *smile*
So let me clear my throat and prepare to breathe life into the dozen or so stories I've started but have yet to finish because I was trying to be someone I'm not, and in the process, blocked off my creativity.
But I'm back.
Grins*

Over the top

I've had a lot going on as of late. Shuffling the girls to and fro. Shuffling myself to and fro. Baby Chicken had lumps in her armpits which freaked me the hell out. So that involved doc visit, referral, specialist doc visit, ultrasound, WAITING, doc visit.
Luckily, the right lump is a cyst. The left lumps are lymph nodes and are not big enough to worry about.
Thank God.
Summer is the busy time at work. Inundation would be a key term here.
But amidst all the loveliness known as life, I submitted another book. And I also received word from my publisher that What He Wants is a Top Ten Bestseller at WCP Torrid this month. *smile*
It makes me happy.
So I track down where exactly all these sales are coming from. Amazon Kindle. It amazes me, and I'm just floored.
People who bought the Percy Jackson series are buying it. People why buy Linda Lael Miller are buying it.
*dancing*
What a lovely afternoon.
Grins*

Warrior and the Sparrow

I love this book.
*smile*
And that's not my ego talking. It's my heart.
This is the latest book I've submitted. And here's what it's about:

Willow is a simple woman who keeps her father’s house. A loner by design, she exists unnoticed among the village beauties. That is, until the day a stranger tears through town hell-bent on fulfilling a prophecy no matter the price.

Tait needs Willow . It’s as simple and complicated as that. Dark days loom for their entire world. A sleeping sickness has spread all the way to the royal kingdom while a madman lets loose a disease on the masses that tears apart the very fabric of humanity.

Warrior and the Sparrow is one woman’s journey from negligible to remarkable. It shows how the human spirit can grow and flourish even under the most horrid of circumstances. And it is a woman’s rite of passage from bystander to savior.
****
This is my longest foray into the storytelling of romance--almost 90,000 words--with all the blood, sweat, and tears that goes with.
Here's hoping my story finds a loving home.
Grins*

Crystal Inman

Yeah. That's me. But there's also the Crystal Inman who's young, thin, blond and cavorts about without clothes. The first three---SO not me. The last one? *grins* If you know me, you already know the answer.
lmao
I get a weekly tally of visits to my website, both traditional (Crystal Inman) and erotic (C'ann Inman). I average about twenty visits to the traditional while the erotic is more sporadic because I haven't had anything published in the last couple of years.
So when I receive a weekly tally that is just below a hundred, I must go investigate.
I thought my young counterpart must have put out a new porn tape or something. :)
Here is what I found: Around eighty-five of the hundred or so were visits from Slovenia. I promptly googled the hell out of that to locate it on the map.
What boggles my mind is that some of the visits were two pages. So that means that after finding my website, the searcher promptly clicked on another page (probably hoping to be rewarded with the sight of "Crystal Inman" wearing chaps, holding a whip, and nothing else). Alas, they must have been sorely disappointed.
We have to be TIGHT for those photos to circulate. Ya feel me? *grins*
So either some wonderful individual is sharing my literary goodness across the Atlantic, or those Slovenians love them some young, thin, blond chickies.
Either way, thanks for the numbers.
Grins*
Oh for criminey sake...before I wrap it up...I submitted to Samhain about a week ago and hope to hear something soon.
Just looked on Fictionwise and find that my earlier titles are still selling well. And One Enchanted Evening was the #8 bestseller for my publisher last month. This is just the kick in the ass I need. *smile*

Time in a bottle

There are moments locked in time, in recent memory, that are as rare and precious as each breath I take.
The combined laughter of my children and myself.
Dancing with the one I love.
Hugs from teenage daughters that don't hug all that often anymore.
The wind in my hair after a hard day that wore me down.
Another's hands preparing dinner.
Baby Chicken looking at me after we watched a scene on TV where the teenage son looks at his Mom and says, "You're a good Mom", then turning to me and saying the same thing.
Embarrassing the Oldest Chicken while mimicking her dance moves in the car on the way to the high school.
Laughing at something (God, ANYTHING) Middle Chicken says.
So on days when I just want to bang my head against the brick wall, kick the door, and scream until my lungs collapse, I'll pull these moments out and wrap myself in them as a cushion between the wondrous beauty of parts of my life and the stress that tries to cling to me and bring me down like quicksand.
*humming Jim Croce*
Grins*

THIS is my reality

I don't much care for Reality TV shows. I know a lot of people do. (Hopefully forestalling the Hate Mail here)
I DO watch Survivor because the honey does. I watched Big Brother one season. *laughing* Apparently where the winner has now taken his earnings and tried to turn himself into a drug kingpin. How fantastic is that? I clearly remember him stating that some money would go to help others. I didn't know he meant nose candy.
I watched the Amazing Race one season. I can't remember who won.
Reality TV is just not for me. And I'll tell you why.
I like spontaneous as much as the next person. And there's a lot of spontaneity (unscripted) business going on with RTV. But what I really enjoy are getting to know the characters. The familiarity with quirks and opinions.
There are some TV characters I'd love to sit down and chit-chat with. Dr. Who, obviously. *grins* Hawkeye Pierce. Mr. Roarke. lmao
Don't judge me. :)~~
These characters mean something to me. They kept me company and shared their fictional little lives with me. They opened my eyes to different emotions and ideologies. They symbolize so much more than just a two-dimensional character reading lines and going through the motions.
RTV characters? Eh.
I don't need the drama. Seriously, I have enough of my own. I don't need the conflict or background of their muddled-up lives. Tales of plastic surgery and divorce. It squicks me out, quite frankly.
Rarely do you see the sunshiney side of RTV. The high ratings comes from conflict, and I just can't get on board with that.
Really.
Grins*

The Inimitable Dr. Who

Tardis, we have a problem.
Where is the Dr. Who I love? The genius Time Lord who saves multiple planets with humility, compassion, and wit in place?
I'm all about giving a guy a chance. Matt Smith, Dr. Who du jour, is okay. I say that without rancor. But I haven't had my Dr. Who moment with him. And the way the writers are writing...I'm not sure I will.
Hmph.
Dr. Who is the last of the Time Lords. He has seen and done things that the mere mortal cannot imagine. That's fine. He also has a companion which makes him, in my eyes, a bit more well-rounded.
But when you make HIM the hothead, and HER the voice of reason in all things...I rebel against the notion.
He has seen the birth and death of earth. He knows what humans are capable and not capable of. Yet in the past two episodes of this show that I absolutely LOVE...Amy Pond (latest companion) has saved everyone in a pinch.
Excuse me???
I like the fiery redheaded Scottish chick. She's no Rose, Martha, or Donna. She's her own person. And I love that about her.
But this is DR. WHO for God's sake!!!
This character is interplanetary Mr. Fixit. Amy Pond can hand him the tools, but by God, Dr. Who is THE MAN. Okay. Time Lord.
But the bottom line...give the Time Lord his due. Or I will lose all respect for this amazing show.
Grins*

The weekend from hell, and TMI!!!

I knew I was screwed at 9:03 Friday evening. I calmly put down my food and waited. Around and hour later, the onslaught began. I was in full virus force. A virus, to me, feels like barbed wire in my stomach. There's no other way to describe it. Therefore, when it strikes, I know what I'm in for. Hell.
I am throwing up. I have diahrrea. I am spent. Done.
HA!
Or so I thought.
The food is all gone. There is NOTHING in my stomach, people. NOTHING. And yet I continue to vomit. It's an anomaly that pisses me the fuck off, quite frankly. So up comes the stomach acid. Yeah. For hours.
Which, by the way, felt lovely brushing up against my stomach ulcer.
I don't think I slept fifteen minutes Friday night into Saturday. The first time I got any rest at all was about five o'clock Saturday.
I was weak and exhausted. I'm quite sure I smelled lovely. I was scared to drink water, people. Water. Yeah.
And when I did, I took little sips in case that tipped over the vomiting scale one more time. Because seriously, I just couldn't take another go-round.
I missed a wedding Saturday. I missed church Sunday. I was still weak this morning but took Middle Chicken to the oral surgeon to get four more teeth pulled so she can get braces.
You could tip me over with a feather right now. I'm not playing.
I only get this type of virus once every two years or so. Thank God. One time it sent me to the E.R.
I was headed that way again, before I located some phenagren and prayer.
Now that I've purged the hideous weekend onto my blog, I feel better.
*smile*
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Hand me a rifle, and don't argue with me, son.

There is talk of a militia in Oklahoma.
This is enough to turn my stomach. Bad enough that this state supported McCain and carried him. Bad enough that I knew people waiting in line for HOURS for the Sarah Palin book.
A fucking militia??? Excuse me?
This brain fart from leaders of the Tea Party and Conservative members of the Oklahoma Congress.
So we're giving small-minded people firearms now?
We're going to listen to pathetic extremists who "draw inspiration from the white supremacist thriller The Turner Diaries"?
When is enough enough???
RIGHT NOW!!!
Oklahoma is still a part of the United States of America though at times I feel like there are some in power here that would gladly secede and make women wear burqas and walk behind men. Who would harm anyone whose skin isn't white or sexual orientation isn't hetero. Who would annhilate those that have a voice and an opinion.
So...those extremists in the Oklahoma Congress that have their own agenda need to be STOPPED! NOW!
They don't represent the people. They can't because the people are all different races, religions, backgrounds, financial statuses, and sexual orientations.
We will not be silent. We will not be stepped on. We will fight for our freedoms as well.
A volunteer militia in Oklahoma is unacceptable.
But I'm full of ideas of where you can put your guns.
Crystal*

And then they go and do something like THIS!

It's no secret. I love my children and want to strangle them. All at the same time. I'm eternally tired. Still getting over the death of my dad. Struggling to keep the house clean, my ass to work, and my sanity.
And then what happens?
Middle Chicken writes an Ode. To me. *grins*
I needed kleenex.
Without further ado:
An Ode to Mom

When I was little,
I thought I was indestructible;
like nothing could hurt me,
break through my skin.

But as I got older,
I wanted to explore more;
I would climb up on things,
and fall down hard.

You would always be there,
with a band-aid and a hug;
no matter what happened to me,
I counted on you to protect me.

When everything went wrong,
or when my dad was never there;
you stayed with me always,
you were always there.

*sniff* *sniff*
I'll put off the strangling for another day.
*smile*
Chrys*

Um, seriously???

Today I've dealt with:
Faxes
Phone Calls
Books by the hundreds
A large German Shepard
The incapacity to understand English
Repetitive instructions for those that just don't understand
PMS pills in mass quantities
Ambition-challenged people around me
Sore feet
Massive exhaustion
Juggling multiple people
People who are incapable of helping others
Indecisive children
Screaming ovaries
Headache on the back burner edging toward the front
****
*sigh*
Is it Friday at six o'clock yet???
Grins*

Clash of the Titans 3D

I'm SURE I will have spoilers in here so just a warning!!!

Allrighty.
This movie was mediocre. There. I said it. I was so hyped on the trailer that I downloaded the main theme song they use in the trailer from iTunes. Let's just say I could have watched the trailer and saved myself $50 for my family to go see the thing. In 3D, no less.
The pros?
Liam Neeson and Ralph Fiennes as the opposing mythological Gods and brothers Zeus and Hades. Poseidon didn't get any face time. I suppose he was out hanging ten or something. Anyway, these two talented actors did a hell of a job with a weak script and corny lines. And you have no idea how much it pains me to say that. Seriously.
Love me some Liam Neeson.
And it was cool when Hades would throw out his arms and do this little "whoosh" thing and this black smoky stuff would envelope him. Yeah, good stuff.
Sam Worthington is credible as Perseus. Give the guy his due.
The Kracken is some good digital monsterizing, but he has very little screen time before he's turned to stone.
I like my daughter's God of War game better as far as mythological baddies.
This movie had unexpected bits of humor in it which I enjoyed immensely. But those don't happen until later when Perseus decides he going to kill Hades who killed his family. Hades, being a God and all, lives, by the way. *snickers*
The cons?
This movie did not have as many mythological creatures as I would have liked to enjoyed. Hell, Pegasus pretty much had a cameo.
I KNEW everybody but Perseus would die. Criminey!!!
Dialogue is stilted.
Movie is choppy.
It's like someone divided the movie up into six parts. Put them into bags. Then tied them up and told the producers to put them back together again. And they didn't do a bang-up job.
Andromeda? Forgettable.
The talent was there. The money for special effects was there. Good cast. Someone, somewhere, failed along the way. And shame on them.

There was a very small but extremely cute part where Perseus finds this odd little machinelike owl before he starts his quest. *grins* The head of the army tells him to put it down, and he does. I think the movie may have been better if he'd taken the owl.
But there it was. A little nod to the first Clash of the Titans with the odd little golden owl that was a gift from a goddess.
Too bad she didn't gift the directors/producers with a little help. Or in this case, some magical thread and a needle to stitch a good premise together to please the masses.
Grins*

Clash of the Titans

OMG! I remember seeing the previews to this movie, and my jaw just dropping. Yeah, I loved the Harry Hamlin (old, children...the OLD version) as Perseus movie. But with the special effects and digital mastery of today's age, I was uber excited. And then when it was thrown out there in commercials that it could be (dum dum DUM) 3D!!! I'm not too proud to admit that I became a bit more than a bit excited.
That lessened considerably while reading an interview with James Cameron about the movie. He explained that it wasn't shot in 3D. That only 1/3 of the time usually spent was put into MAKING it 3D. And so it was pretty much "Clash of the Titans 2.8". Color me highly displeased.
2.8?
Really?
Can I just pay 80% of the damn movie price? How would THAT do for ya??? In fact, I still have my 3D glasses from another movie. How's about I just take those little suckers in with me so I don't have to buy another $3 pair? Well?
*crickets chirping*
Yeah. I thought so.
So after church tomorrow, we're headed out to see Clash of the Titans 2.8. More to come on if it was worth it, or if 2D should suffice.
Have a Happy Easter!
Oh, by the way, two blogs in one day. Just saying.

AND...I looked up earlier how a rabbit is synonymous with Easter and whatnot. It's interesting. Google it.
Grins*

Crystal Update

Hello all!

I need to try and blog a bit more often. That's something I'm going to work on. That and the cursed treadmill. LOL
Since we last connected, in no particular order: My Dad died. My oldest child has gone through about four significant others. I submitted a complete manuscript to Pocket Juno. My middle child is getting braces. My baby child has been getting some fierce migraines (doc appt Wed). Watched "Lightning Thief" at the theater (the books are so much better). And any one of numerous other trivial things have occurred.
I hope to focus more on: 1. the damn gym 2. the marvelous writing 3. keeping my sanity while doing all that, mothering three teenage daughters, and working a full-time job.
Quit laughing.
I've read the time management books, and I say...bullshit. For one, I'm not a morning person so even though I CONSIDERED getting up and going to the gym at the buttcrack of dawn--that has no relevance in the real world in which I live.
Most days I work until five-thirty. Hit the gym for two hours. That makes it about eight when I get home. Sometimes cooking dinner. Cleaning up. Laundry. Paperwork/homework with the girls. Catching up with the girls.
I'm managing the hell out of my time. I just need about six more hours. Really.
Professionally, I want to finish another full-length novel (80,000-100,000) before the girls go back to school. This will be nine kinds of fun as summer at the library is akin to a sleep-deprived individual herding cats.
Pass the bottle.

So that's it in a nutshell, my lovely blogger friends. Have a Happy Easter!!! I'm working today but am going to church tomorrow followed by "Clash of the Titans." Can't wait.
Grins*

When high school becomes Sunday School

I'm a Christian. Just throwing that out there to (hopefully) deflect the lunatics that think I bite the heads off live chickens and whatnot.
I attend church every Sunday. I love it.
What I do NOT love, however, is the State of Oklahoma taking it upon itself to offer the study of the Bible up as an elective in high school.
Pisses. Me. Off.
Will these same people offer up an elective for studying the Koran or Paganism? Wiccan Arts? WELL???
Yeah. Close-minded, full of themselves, pompous jackasses at our State Capitol.
We can't feed our children healthy food in the fucking cafeteria, but we can zip a law through that makes the lawmakers look like suckasses. That's sure enough. Yeah. We're a Red State. Turns my stomach, quite frankly. I'm so damn sick and tired of the bible-thumping hypocritical bastards here.
Why don't you try giving a hand up instead of using that hand to pat yourselves on the back??? Why don't you pass some fucking laws that HELP the people of this state?
If a person wants to learn about the Bible, there IS a class they can go to. It's called Sunday School.
Make a note of THAT.
Crystal*

White Elephant

Um, that would be this blog. *grins*
I know it's here. I know I need to blog. But then I forget. Or have to take the girls to the doctor. Or myself. Or work. Or...or...or.
Yeah. Bite me.
So I'm taking this motha by the horns and claiming it. (By the way...do elephants have horns? Methinks not.) I'm taking this motha by the TUSKS!!!

Life is good. I'm happy. The girls are (finally) adjusting. But there is so much going and doing that it makes my head spin.
Girls to the dentist. Girls to the doctor. Me to the doctor. I have to freakin' be rescoped (endoscopy) the way. Apparently, having an ulcer for three years is frowned upon. Who knew?
So I make my doc appt (um, yeah, three years no see), and I take my list with me to the appointment. The doc motions for the little slip of paper I have in my hand, and I am cracking up. She marks out what is not going to happen and then addresses my concerns.
Not only do I have to be rescoped (damn it all), but I'm um, WAY overdue for my annual. It just inhales.
But it has to be done.
Alas.
The writing has lapsed because life is like...HEY!!! YOU!!! Here I am. Pay attention!!!
So, you demanding bastard, I am.

I have a lovely individual in my life whom I love. And isn't that a gift the likes I haven't been blessed with in quite some time. How wonderful is it when someone fits you? *grins* I'm not just talking biblically...lmao.
What else? What else?

Had a birthday. I am now 38. Doesn't entirely feel like it. But when I tell myself that my chickens will be 15, 16, and 17 this year, I almost send myself into Panic Mode. Where the hell has the time gone? And too soon, I realize that these chicks will be starting nests of their own. *sniff*
But I stand by their raising. I'm proud of them. Love them. Would do anything for them. And I'm confident that on most days, they have their collective heads screwed on straight.
Who's 100%? Hell, no one.
So that's it for me...for now.
Lyvvie, my dearest, here's the blog. I promise to TRY and keep up a bit better. God knows I'm longwinded enough.
Grins*

A MONTH???

My God! Has it been that long?
And since when did Christmas fall on December 25th???
Always?
Well, hell. LOL

I'm doing fantastic, thanks for asking.
Red Dirt was a lot of fun though I didn't enjoy my co-panelists nearly as much as I had in comparison to the previous panel. Rather an odd sort of jumble up, in my opinion.
But I made it through and enjoyed the audience so that's all good.

Work is freakin' ridiculous right now. Scheduling mishaps. People coming and going. Shorthanded. I always think this will change, and it never does. Suppose I should resign myself to some of it. Other parts? I'll keep rebelling against. How can you employ someone so worthless and pay them a good wage to do absolutely nothing??? In fact, they work harder at NOT working than actually doing something.
Makes me ill.
Also...what's the issue with all this secret shit? Seriously? Have I transferred to the CIA and was just previously unaware of said fact?
You would think that this place houses either the KFC recipe or perhaps the COKE one. There is absolutely NO communication of importance between the three factions. Tensions run high. So instead of working together, it's an occupational clusterfuck. Just a waste of time and energy. It's a job for criminey sake!!!

Personally...*grins*...I couldn't be much happier. Finally found someone who is so extremely wonderful that I have to pinch myself. Crazy, huh? I realize in hindsight that I settled with the last person. But no more for me, thanks. This girl isn't stupid. I know when I have a good thing. And boy...do I!!!
Someone who is considerate of my girls and myself. Who will let me be me and likes me (smartass issues...other issues...and ALL!). Wonders never cease.
Sad thing being that parts of it make me uncomfortable because I am SO unused to such a precious person. But I'm also intelligent enough to realize that it just takes time for me to unlearn all the shit piled on me before and truly embrace myself and this person for who we are. And who we are together.
Me=happy.
Have a great Thanksgiving holiday!!!
Grins*

It's an honest mistake

I take it back. Every Middle Chicken story I've shared thus far pales in comparison to the one I'm about to share that happened last night. Hopefully I won't wet myself in the retelling.
*deep breath*
The girls came home yesterday evening in "picking on each other" mode. Giving each other hell. So on and so forth.
Oldest Chicken looked over at Middle Chicken and said, "A stupid says what?"
Well, of course, that's MC's turn to say "What?" Because you know OC said it so quick, that's the first thing out of your mouth when you don't quite hear something.
Well, I snicker and explain that it's been done before by Wayne off Wayne's World (Saturday Night Live skits, of course. And movie fame). You know...when Wayne and Garth would broadcast from the basement and worship Aerosmith? Yeah. Like that.
But Wayne would always say, "A sphincter says what?" At which point in time, Garth would come up with the "What?" *cue audience laughter*
So I pop off with the story of how Wayne would say, "A sphincter says what?"
And MC looks at me (we're all laying on my bed) and says, "What's a sphincter? Doesn't that have to do with Math?"
Needless to say...I laughed. I explained (after some loud laughter) that no, it most certainly had nothing to do with Math. Then I educated her.
She frowns and says, "No wonder my math teacher walked away when I asked him if I needed a sphincter to solve the problem."
I am totally incapacitated at this point. Tears are streaming from my eyes, and I've adopted the fetal position on my bed. I can't even imagine how the teacher held it together.
I can't even get the next question out. Luckily, OC does it for me.
She looks at her sister and asks, "What did you mean to say?"
MC says, "You know. Those little half circle things?" She makes motions with her hands.
I'm still sucking air like a fish out of water and trying hard not to pass out.
I finally gasp, "You mean a protractor?"
OMFG
MC nods. And that's all she wrote. I totally lost it. I thought I was going to have to take a hit off OC's inhaler. I swear to God.
MC waits for the commotion to die down and says, "It's an honest mistake."
And that, I told her, was what I was going to title the blog.
Grins*

Turning it around

First off, I want to tell the members of my BB (Tammy, Jill, and Deb)...I love you, guys! They offered to do bodily harm to someone who lied to me and/or set the liar's bike on fire. Sweet, huh? lmao
But I've moved past that.
Had a date last night. A good date. *smile* Dinner. Bookstore. DVDs. An all-around good time. With a lovely individual who makes me think AND laugh. Hell of a combination. Rare, too. *grins*
Work is...work. *shrug*
Wearing me down of late. The ulcer has been flaring. Gee, I wonder why. But hopefully that will also settle soon. *fingers crossed*
It's a beautiful Saturday where I've cleaned the house and am now settling in a for a bit for the evening. Making some supper. Popping in a DVD.
Relaxing.
That's new and different, too.
So things change when you hang in there long enough to let them. And while I can be Miss Impatient, sometimes the really good things are those worth waiting for. *smile*

Church tomorrow. Red Dirt Festival November 5th. If you're in or around Shawnee, Oklahoma during that time, swing by and see me! More details later.
Have a great weekend!
Grins*

One fall away from a hip replacement OR How I spent my Saturday

Went rollerskating with the chickies Saturday. It was extremely nice because there were few people there. And I can honestly say I was the oldest on skates. *grins*
I remember learning to skate and then wearing myself out every weekend at the local rink here. It had a wooden floor. It was small. But my God, it was like coming home. My sister and I lived about four blocks from it, and Mom would loosen up the leash just enough so she would let us walk it.
We would skate until our feet would blister. The pure bliss. The freedom. The um, bruises. lmao

My concern in taking on this massive (pure concrete) roller rink was not breaking a hip (give me two more decades for that one). Oh no. It was falling in the bathroom on said concrete floor and bleeding out before anyone knew I was gone. LOL
(I'm only halfway kidding.)
Luckily, I didn't fall once. Which I am eternally grateful for. Because, as one of my children put it, I'm old and brittle. *shakes head* I believe I may have smacked her. It's all blurry, and I plead the fifth.
Bottom line?
It was a fantastic damn day. And I worked out muscles that haven't seen that type of workout in far too long. *smile*
Now. If I can just bring myself to pop the gigantic blister on my right foot. Because there's a return trip in our future.
Grins*

Hello, my lovelies!!!

I'm back.
*grins*
My God! A MONTH since my last blog???
Well. Things have been crazy here. The emotional rollercoaster continues. But now I feel as though I'm finding some even ground to step upon. Unlike the jacked-up road of previous blogs.
It's Friday.
Let's start there. I couldn't be happier with that, quite frankly. Of course, I still work with those that find work optional here. That remains irritating and uber old. But it won't change now, will it?
Highly doubtful.
So I persevere.
I'm going out tonight after work. Meeting some new friends. Giving that a go this evening. That may be the only thing that gets me through this day.
Found out some hard truths about myself.
It's that damn "all or nothing" personality. *grins*
I will go above and beyond in a relationship. And now I see that the person I'm trying to relationship with...sees that. And usually (God help me) uses it. So I'm done bending over backwards, forwards, and sideways for those I may be interested in.
Man up. Move on.
Those are your two options. Treat me right or beat feet. *shrug*
Who needs someone who sees you as an option, anyway?
Not I.
Let's see...what else?
All the girls' birthdays are this month. One down. Two to go. And they will be (drumroll, please)...Fourteen, Fifteen, and Sixteen.
And yes...I AM old. lmao
Deal with it.
How am I feeling about it and life in general?
Much better, thanks for asking.
I'll try to do better with the blogging.
Have a great weekend!
I will.
Grins*

Clusterfuck

That sums it up, nicely.
No, my dearest Lyvvie, I haven't fallen in love. Or been blessed in that way in any way, shape, or form.
I have had to readjust my schedule for people who don't give a flying fuck, move out of my four bedroom house into a two bedroom house, and (I swear to God it feels like) carry the weight of the world on my two shoulders.
Also, my Grandma Bell passed away.
Dramatic?
Um, not so much.
Thought I'd give the dating thing a go.
That would be nice if both of us were interested in that. I'm apparently an option. And until that changes, done there. Can't be the only one who gives a flip.
I've basically moved my entire house myself. It's all kinds of fun when a one-way trip is half an hour.
One would think I'm bitter. One would be wrong. I'm simply numb to it.
Will I break? Oh sure. Any minute now. When I have time. When I can honestly sit down, or stand up, or walk...and just say...FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME???
Not there yet.
Feel as though the creative part of me is screaming to get out. I have no place to put it right now. And that saddens me a great deal.
And I keep putting misplaced faith in those around me. Color me naive, I suppose.
Oh damn well.
Doesn't seem to bother them much. Wonder why it does me?
Ah, that's right.
Because I believe I'm a decent person. Who deserves a chance.
Spread the word.
*****

Unwind Me

I'm seeing someone. And this person's favorite thing to say to me is..."You're wound too tight."
Um, ya think?
What was your first clue, dearest?
And if it bothers you SO damn much, then work on that. K?
I'm wound tight for several reasons. Not the least of which is that I have to move in the next couple of weeks. I can't take my pets. My bills are just freakin' crazy right now. I have NO down time. Work is inhaling on a daily basis. My kids HATE their new school. My oldest hates everything. The time I spent commuting to and from work is now spent commuting with my children which makes my eye twitch, God love them.
So...wound tight?
Really???
Instead of reminding me on a daily basis of my extremely stressed out life, why don't you do something to HELP the situation?
I have several suggestions.
Grins*

A nice twist off to start the academic year

I enrolled my children four damn days. I burned two and a half days of vacation only to be told on the first day of school ( at BOTH schools) that my beloved chickens had no paperwork.
I'm like...wtf?
That's utterly impossible, right? RIGHT?
Guess not.
So I spend two hours Wednesday at the high school enrolling two older chickens. And one damn hour at the middle school enrolling baby chicken.
How pissed off was I?
Are you fucking kidding me???
So on a day that I would normally (in a perfect world) sleep in, I was up at 6:45 am running around like a crazy woman at the mercy of other individuals' whims.
Color me displeased.
*SIGH*
Good news? Today is the SECOND day of school. I've received no phone calls. (Knock on wood) And I may just live to see this weekend. Jury is still out, but I have high hopes.
Grins*

Working for the weekend

I cannot damn wait. *grins*
Spending the entire weekend with a friend. Friday through Monday. We're going on a Poker Run Saturday which ought to be all kinds of fun. My God! Is there anything better than being on the back of a bike going 70 mph with the wind rushing at you?
LOL
Well, there are SOME things. lmaooooooooo
So my weekend is booked which rocks my socks. The girls are going camping until Sunday. Then the four of us will go back over to my friend's house and spend the night Sunday. Ought to be one hell of a good time.
Girls start school next week. Thank God.
Ya...seriously.
Picking up a new cell phone Friday because my old one sucked ass. So that will be nice not to have to worry about having any issues with the new one.
It's a whole new world, people.
Grins*

When the timing sucks ass

I may live in Oklahoma, but lately I've been wondering around in the state of Confusion. You know, just when you think things are looking up, life is moving right along...bullshit. Utter bullshit.
I have to do a bit of a readjustment and rock on. But it bothers the hell out of me. Why, for the love of all that's good and holy, cannot the stars just freakin' line up? WHY???
Fuck limbo land. Stop the ride. I want to get off.
I'm not wholly a black and white person. Don't get me wrong. I have shades of gray. Everyone should. But I can't LIVE in the gray. Doesn't work for me. It makes me absolutely crazy to try like hell for a result only to be disappointed. Then...later...the solution I offered up previously all of a sudden works.
ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME???
My God. I want to come unhinged. *tightening my hinges, just in case*

I ascribe to the philosophy of being exactly where I need to be. In this moment with fallacies and foibles. Fuck ups and flip outs.
But sometimes, really. I just think the timing sucks ass.
Grins*

Middle ground? Not hardly.

Wow.
It's been over a week since my last blog. *hangs head in shame*
I think this is actually going to be the norm. Who has time?
Well. Life keeps throwing me curveballs. Found out I have to move by the middle of September because our landlord sold his house and needs someplace to stay while he builds another. I'm trying REALLY hard not to be bitter. I have NO house. He has two. *sigh*
But I will find something in another school district and uproot the girls one more time. That's my biggest issue. If it were just me...so what? No biggie, right? But it's the girls. And another fucking school. And it'll be a smaller house. Higher rent. I'm just thinking...My God. What the hell else could twist me a little tighter???
As for the upside...I went on a motorcycle run Saturday. *GRINS*
Yeah. Me. Riding on the back of a motorcycle with my new little beanie keeping the blond curls up out of my face. (The older I get, the grayer I get, the blonder I get. By the time I'm forty, I'll have Marilyn Monroe hair.) And it was so much freakin' fun that I can't even quite put it into words. But I loved it. Absolutely loved it.
Sunday was a movie and cookout. My friends actually BROUGHT a grill to my house to cookout. lmao
Because, um, I don't have one. lol *shakes head*
But it was a nice little weekend. I usually don't do anything. This last one, on the other hand, was quite full.
So there you have it.
High ups. Low downs. Nothing much in the middle road happening right now. I'm either smiling or wanting to cry.
*eye roll*
Grins*

For tomorrow

Saturday, Jul 25th, 2009 -- You feel the sweetness of your life increasing and it makes you smile, but you have to face an important issue before you can enjoy yourself. You may have fears about love or about someone criticizing you and playing these old tapes could get in the way of an opportunity to deepen a current relationship. Don't be concerned now with something that happened in the past, for it need not cast its shadow in the present.
****
Lovely advice.
I believe I'll take it.
Grins*

Tales from the couchside

TV? Hell, who needs TV?

We watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince last weekend. Excellent movie. Go see it! So we're all laying about the other evening in the living room. I'm sprawled on the couch. Two girls are in single chairs. One sitting on the floor. And I'm tired. Please keep this in mind.
OC and MC were talking to each other (i.e. giving each other shit about everything under the sun), and I would pop in my opinion from the couch. Then I would pull my invisibility cloak *snickering* over me and pretend I hadn't said anything.
Yes. The answer to your question is: Crystal is simple when she doesn't sleep. K?
OC finds it amusing. MC rolls her eyes. (She's rather good at that.) So OC was encouraging me, and we were laughing and whatnot. And MC pops off with the suggestion that I need professional help, and she doesn't see what's so funny, anyway. This is followed by another eye roll. Then she proceeds to announce that she doesn't "speak" Star Trek or Star Wars. She leans forward into OC's personal space, and OC says, "Back off, Princess Leia."
And that was it.
The couch and I almost parted ways. lmao
It went rapidly downhill from there.
Good times at the house.
Grins*

Egocentric much?

I'm surrounded by people who are so fucking selfish, I'd like to give them a complete personality overhaul. Or perhaps a frontal lobotomy. I'm SO not picky at this juncture.
What's it like to have the world revolve around you? Please tell me. Or be so damn lazy that you foist your duties on someone else because you just don't feel like it? Or direct someone else's traffic when you can't fucking handle your own?
Really???
What's that like? Because I haven't a clue.
Get a damn grip. Grow the hell up.
And let me tell you this: You're miserable. I choose not to be.
So get over yourself. Because guess what? I already have.
Grins*

Two minutes is an eternity

I'm going to finish a half marathon next year.

Take that in for a minute. I currently don't own a pair of tennis shoes and haven't since the house fire. I had to buy boots for work since it was winter. Then I bought sandals in the spring. And flip flops because they are my shoe apparel of choice.
I don't OWN tennis shoes. So that's on my to-do list.
So. What prompted this? Part is because I've recently begun talking to a friend who runs. And it sparked me. I've DREAMED of running.
But I'm not a small girl. I've got boobs and hips. I'm researching what bra to buy so that the girls don't knock me out. Ya know. And I'm reading books about training and diet and all sorts of things that I never dreamed of researching.
I am freakin' excited.
My girls are incredulous, and dare I say, non-believers.
But they should know better than to bet against the Mama.
I'm checking everything out right now. Mapping it out in my head before I lace up my nonexistent tennies. Getting a feel for it. But I'm going to do it.
Progress as it warrants.
I'm still in the planning stages.
And by the way...2 minutes is one of the first things you do when alternating between the running and walking. LOL
I used my stopwatch on my cell and almost stroked out. Who knew 120 seconds could be so long? lmao
Grins*

Too Late To Apologize

Not only is this a kickin' song, it's a type of mantra for writers. Once your lovely book is released unto the masses, watch out. Some will love it. Some will hate it. Some won't bother to give a shit and will post your literary baby on eBay as quickly as possible.
I read "If There Be Dragons" by Kay Hooper this last weekend. It sucked. Verily.
I've read some of Kay Hooper's other work. Her psychic/detective works. And I liked them for the most part though some are bland. But this book? A waste of my time and the pages it was printed on.
There was no conflict. I would have more conflict if I opened the medicine cabinet, eyeballed my nail polish, and couldn't decide between red and blue. (By the way, RED always wins)
But I digress.
Writers will not always make readers happy. Period. And readers will not always stroke the writer's ego and exclaim at what a beautiful piece of work was written.
Just doesn't happen.
But when you come across something truly atrocious, should the writer bow his/her head and mea culpa you to death?
Hell no.
A work by any author stands when it's published. Whether it remains standing or falls all to hell is, unfortunately, up to general populace.
I have auto buys, though admittedly very few. And when I get a book that makes me throw up a bit in my mouth, I put it down and move on. Or I post a snarky blog such as this. Then I'm good.
If, however, heaven forbid, I stumble across a rant by a reader about one of my books, will I stop and apologize?
*snort*
You're kidding, right?
If a book is horrifically put together, I wouldn't let it be published. Not going to happen. The only reason I could even fathom someone having an issue with it would be content. And isn't that too damn bad for those who don't have the honor of debating with me what will or will not reside in my work of fiction?
Take a number. Form a line. Get comfortable.
So even though I have come across some truly horrid pieces of fiction and non-fiction, that's okay by me.
Writing is subjective. Reading is subjective.
Thank God.
Grins*

Raising Romantics

I came across the 50th Anniversary Edition of An Affair to Remember. My God. I LOVE this movie. Watched it when I was much smaller with my Mom. Watched it last night with two of the chickens. (Oldest is in San Antonio with Upward Bound)
Before we even popped it in, MC looked at me and asked if it had a "happy ending." I smiled and said yes.
In it went.
Spoilers!!!
Just in case you've NEVER seen this movie. And if you haven't...shame on you!!! *laughing*

When our two lovers returned to "normal life" and then made a pact to meet at the Empire State Building, one doesn't make it. In fact, she is looking up, and a car hits her.
My BC looks at me in horror and says, "What kind of movie IS this???"
*snickers*
Or when Cary Grant's sweet elderly grandmother passes. Once again....shock and dismay. But it's pivotal to the story.
In the end, though, that's the beauty of it. Two people meant to be together overcoming all odds.
*sigh*
Grins*

Chicken Wing damaged

Went to pick up Oldest from Upward Bound. It was the last day Tuesday. And what should I find but OC with a jacked-up wing. *sigh*
Apparently a friend went to shut her dorm door (with a good swift kick) and didn't note my Oldest Chicken's wing in the way.
Alas, not a good thing.
So we spent yesterday morning in Urgent Care. Nothing broke, thank goodness. But she's on some pain pills and resting. Deep muscle bruise, and it looks like hell.
On a related note, they have camo wrap at the Dollar Store. It's pimptastic. *grins*
Makes even a sore arm look stylish.

We're closed Saturday which is fine. *shrugs* I have that day off, anyway. But the upside being that I can take my 8 hour comp some other time. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I can't freakin' wait.

Life is just bipping along. Reading some books when I have time. Watching my grass die a slow painful death. And wishing for Summer Reading Programs to get the hell over with.
How's about you?
Grins*

Revolving Door Relationships

I don't get it.
But I guess my girls' generation is a hell of a lot different than ours. It seems to be the "Revolving Door Relationship" Mode.
I found out Oldest Chicken "loved" someone via her MySpace. (She's at Upward Bound, folks. Living in a dorm. All week. Don't judge. lmao) I'm like...who the HELL are you talking about? Then she told me. And approximately two minutes ago, I received a text that said they broke up.
WTF?

Then there is a teenage girl I know who can give new meaning to the term "hit it and quit it."
And that's sad. Ya know?

What is WRONG with having a serious and stable relationship? Nothing, I would think. And I realize the chickies are relatively young. But if you can't find the value in one of these relationships, then how the hell will you find it when it really means something? HMMM???

I think it's tragic. I think it's quite fucked up, actually. Love yourself. Then open yourself up to someone else. Not another someone else. Then someone after that. And his/her friend. So on and so forth.

And if you DON'T click...then by GOD--don't get with them in the first place. You've devalued yourself, them, and the whole shebang.

A revolving door just spins around and goes nowhere. You have to learn when to get off. And if it's not going where you want it to go, then don't get on the damn thing to begin with.

Grins*

SEND PRECIP! And some hot cabana boys with fans!!!

Whip Me

With something soft, please. LOL
Haven't blogged in it feels like forever. Bad, bad me.
But summertime is hell on earth at work. I don't have time to think much less jot down something witty (if I'm lucky).
But I've wanted to blog about two movies I watched last weekend. Yeah, it's been awhile. I know.
*scuffing toe*
And holy crap. I just realized I can't remember what the other one was. Geez. Having a moment here. Maybe it'll come back to me.
heh
Maybe not.
Anyway...."He's Just Not That Into You."
Didn't think I'd like it. But I loved the hell out of it. Some important lessons from the movie:
1. Don't stalk people
2. Don't invite a third into a relationship. Especially if you get horizontal with the third.
3. Don't screw your wife while your mistress waits half-dressed in the closet.
4. Denial sucks ass.
5. Waiting for the right one, no matter the roadblocks and bullshit, is key.
6. When you least expect it, you'll find someone.
7. Women lie to other women to make them feel good.
8. And sometimes, baby, he or she is just not that into you.

I didn't think I'd like it as much as I did. Great ensemble cast. Good storylines.
And totally off the subject: John Cusack rocks. I'm just saying. He deserves two thumbs up for his portrayal of romantic leads. I just love him. Finally watched "Must Love Dogs" and laughed. It was witty and clever and had John Cusack. I don't need much else.
OH! And "Serendipity". It's rather dated, I suppose. But still good. Once again, John Cusack.
Don't know what's on the movie list for this weekend.
Could it be.............John Cusack?
lmao
Grins*

Why yes. I have been neglectful. LOL

Sorry!!! LOL
This week has been hell as I previously predicted. My God! Our numbers are about twice what they usually are. So I've been dragging my ass to work and home again. And time for blogging? Are you freakin' kidding me??? Unfortunately...not so much.
But I thought I'd give it a go since I'll be gone all weekend.

Pick up the Oldest Chicken today at four. I can't WAIT!!! I missed her so. And the little chickenlips will probably sleep all damn weekend. That's how she rolls. lmao
Heifer.
My other two have been pretty good, I gotta admit. But when the Mama picks up the Green Apple Smirnovs on Monday-I think they know what that means. LMAO
It's such a rarity. And it was all I could do to plod home, I swear to you.

Today's a bit better, thank goodness. And the extra perk is that it's Friday. Picked up a couple of movies for the weekend since it's going to be hotter than hell here. Mid-nineties they're saying. pft
Hello air conditioner and couch. Though I will lay out probably both days. Grab me a book and sun myself.
Can't wait.

And this summer finds us reading. A lot. Three out of four days this week has been all three of us sitting in the living room reading something or other. MC reads magazines and Teen stuffs. BC reads the Sequoyah Masterlist. And me? I read whatever I can get my hands on. It's nice. Can't even remember the last time I turned the television on. I think that's good. *grins*

Going to kick back tomorrow. Possibly go to a new friend's birthday party. Exercise. Tan. And Sunday will find me doing a big bunch of nothing, I'm pretty sure. I need to clean the house, but I'm not quite feeling it. Ya know?
Have a great one!!!
Grins*

First Monday of Summer

It's going to be a long one. It's Summer Reading Program sign-up here at ye olde library. And the kids? They are many. LOL
Therefore, the workload shall be extreme.
In conclusion, I will have the rare sour apple smirnov after work (possibly two) and try to cleanse this day from my psyche.
It is the ONLY plan.
*grins*

Ordered the latest Fablehaven book and got it in Saturday. Probably going to put my feet up this evening and give it a go.
I found myself gravitating back toward the teen books. This ought to be a good one. I've enjoyed the rest so far.
Read maybe half a dozen books over the weekend.
Dropped Oldest Chicken off at her dorm. Haven't turned the TV on in maybe three months or so. Evenings find me and the chickens at different spots in the living room with reading material.
Maybe I'll survive summer after all.
Grins*

Bits and pieces

It's the boob crack.

I've blogged about the infamous boob crack before, but it's been many moons. I refer, of course, to the crack between the breasts in the cleavage area. Ya know?
One of the girls coined the term. More than likely--Middle Chicken. *grins*
I like my cleavage, thankyouverymuch. I do NOT, however, enjoy dropping popcorn, chex mix, or WHATEVER down there. Yeah, I know. Hit my mouth, and there wouldn't be a problem. But really, that's not all there is to it. I swear to God. There is a magnet of some type down there that I am unaware of. Stuff just WANTS to go down there. Geez.
Highly annoying.

Moving on.

I cannot WAIT to bake myself tomorrow at the pool. CANNOT. WAIT. The girls can wear themselves out. I just checked out two more paperbacks and am lovin' it.
Also, it's that time again. Sno Cones!!! *dancing* The girls and I have been getting sno cones from the same place for over a decade. And we'll be snagging some sugary ice this weekend. I'm all for the Pink Lemonade. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Oh, and way off the subject, the person (s) from Saint Paul that keeps visiting my lovely blog--Drop me a line. I don't bite.
Well. *grins* Hardly, at any rate.

Going to be a busy weekend, my friends. I hope you and yours enjoy the hell out of it.
I know I will.
Grins*

Ramblings

Unbeknownst to me, my favorite pajama pants (cute little penguins on pink fabric) developed a rip in them. Um...not a small one. So when I got off the couch to go get a drink, I mooned my children. lmao
Both cheeks.
Amusement abounds.

My girls have taken to watching me exercise because they are complete buttheads. There is main chickie (the evil blond bitch) then four back-up chickies. One, in particular, messes up more often than not. In fact, there is a spot where she completely loses all of it. The girls have now dubbed her "crash and burn girl."

I got a request for another partial from a REALLY good agent. *grins*

Yesterday was PURE hell. Not diluted, mind you. It was complete and utter horrificness packaged nicely into my work day. My eye has already begun to twitch. Thus begins summer.

I don't understand some people. I honestly don't. I think that if there were a way to circumvent a clusterfuck, one would take it. *shrug* Maybe that's just me.

Going to try and go to the water park again this weekend. Last Saturday was a washout. I did, however, lay out Monday. LOVE the sun on my skin. Several years down the road...eh. We shall see. lmao

Move Oldest Chicken into the dorms for Upward Bound Sunday. Don't know what I'm going to do for entertainment Monday through Friday now. One of the other chickens (or both) must step up. Plans are in progress.

Life is good.
Grins*

Promised Pictures

My promoting baby, Middle Chicken AKA Chrystan

Middle Chicken, Oldest Chicken, and Baby Chicken
You see that look? That nice glare Middle Chicken
has going on? *grins* That's from me.
(Chrystan, Caitlin, and Cara)


Middle Chicken, Rannie, and Tamra


Oldest Chicken and Baby Chicken

Middle Chicken

Middle Chicken moves on

I remember pushing her out, and the nurse laying her naked little body on my chest. What big eyes she had.

I remember pulling her little red hair up on top of her head like a mini-waterfall and calling her Pebbles. But she was cuter.

I remember her crooked grin and quiet demeanor. She was the only one of the girls who could play by herself.

I remember the local paper taking a picture of her while she walked down the stairs to the Kindergarten Christmas program in all her green velvet glory. She smiled shyly for the camera.

I remember working all night on a Science Fair Project about gum with her. She says the teacher picked the subject, but I really think she just wanted to see how many flavors of gum Mom would pick up.

I remember when she broke her arm playing in the yard with her sisters and Joe. I cried when they had to set the cast because she cried.

I remember driving in the car in complete silence. Then I would meet her stare in the mirror. She would laugh. I would laugh. About absolutely nothing.

I remember her telling me that she wanted to give her bike to the neighbor girl because the girl didn't have one. *smile*

I remember her first day of school. Her first bike. Her favorite Spice Girl. Her friends. Her Halloween costumes. Her laughter. Her obstinate streak. When they took her tonsils out. Her Wizard of Oz shoes. Getting her ears pierced.

Pieces of Middle Chicken wrapped around me that make me smile. And now Chrystan is headed off to high school next year. A stubborn independent redhead with a big heart and big ideas.

I couldn't be more proud.

Pictures to come.

Grins*

Education THEN Implementation

This is the world of half-assed. You realize that, right? It's a world of "NOW NOW NOW" with only minimal (if any) knowledge pertaining to whatever is NOW NOW NOW.
It's fucking crazy.
Lately I've been bombarded with people, training, and life situations where NOW NOW NOW is being shoved down my throat while I'm standing there looking at the group of crazies asking...and would you like to tell me how, why, where, which one, and what?
Well. Would you?
You expect me to enforce a new tool without any training whatsoever. You expect me to attend an awards banquet at my child's school with less than twenty-four hours notice. You expect me to have the answers while you give me the question in pieces.
It seriously boggles the mind.
Preparation! And I'm not talking "to death." Or to the nth degree. No. Because what fun would that be?
But I'm implying a certain knowledge shared before expecting a desirable result.
Is that to much to ask?
Methinks not.
But then again, lately, I couldn't tell.
Grins*

The big yellow orb in the sky

I saw it this morning. I almost fainted. It was the SUN, I tell ya!!! Here. In Oklahoma!
Amazing what a little sunshine can do for ya. Even for a Monday, I'm fairly perky. *grins*
Be afraid.
Be very afraid.

It's the girls' last week of school. MC has 8th grade promotion this Thursday. Then she's off to high school.
Wow.
I'm still processing this. And I believe she is, too. It's hard for her. But hopefully when August rolls around, she'll start to adjust. Having the family down for pizza (per MC's request-I swear the child can inhale a whole pie-God love her) and ice cream. Can anyone say Pepcid AC? SURE you can! lmao
Then we'll be off to the water park this weekend. Going to get out and about and explore the state a bit this summer. And if we like this water park fairly well, we may visit more than a couple of times. The only problem? It's about an hour and a half away. BC does NOT travel well.
Took MC dress shopping Friday. She picked one out that so signifies who she is. *grins* With all sorts of accessories that don't match but she loves because they DON'T match. Eclectic, that child.
So that's how the week unfolds. Gotta get MC's hair done Wednesday morning before work. Promises to be a long ass day, my friends. But anything for the chickens.
Grins*

Generation Gap

Ok. Sometimes it's more like a chasm.
Case in point: Batman

Saturday night I was delighted to hear the repetitive refrain of "we're bored" being issued from OC and MC. It's always a marvelous time. And gee, Mom. Didn't we have ANY movie in the house we haven't already watched???
I point to a dusty stack of VHS tapes in the corner. And tell the girls to look through those. And then I specifically say...I think we have Batman over there.
Now keep in mind, the girls only recently saw the Dark Knight. The one where Heath Ledger does Oscar calibre work. But I refer to the Batman that was the FIRST Batman. With a kick ass soundtrack my Prince (Yeah. It was THAT long ago. He actually HAD a name). With Kim Basinger who screams FAR too often. And Jack Nicholson as the Joker with some of the best freakin' lines I've ever heard uttered in a movie.
OC is clearly disgusted. She picks up the case and read the back. Lengthy pause. And then she looks up and tells MC it was made in 1989. *gasp*
And I say, yeah. That's about right. And that's the year I graduated. MC looks at me and says...you're 38?
(Okay. Major side story off the subject here. Last year, when I was but a young 36, ALL my girls thought I was 37. Why? I don't know. Because they can be evil heifers? Possibly. But I honestly think they were just unaware. So when I actually turned 37 this year, it probably went by remarkably unnoticed for the most part. But for MC to pop off with 38? I figure by the time I turn 40, I'll just be so densensitized that it won't even matter.)
I glare at MC. She simply looks back. And then she explains to me that people usually graduate when they're 18 so surely that means I'm 38. Except, I reassure the little butthead, that I skipped second grade which makes me a year younger than all my classmates.
(She took her sadistic pleasure from the vein throbbing in my forehead, but let her be amused where she may.)
We finally pop in the ol' VHS, and the movie starts.
Both chickens want to know which one is Batman. And what does he look like? And it doesn't show him until like fifteen minutes in.
But when it does, MC cracks me up. She looks over at me and says, "He looks like that guy off Benchwarmers. Is that his dad?"
She refers, of course, to Rob Schneider. And calmly asks if Michal Keaton is his dad.
LMAO
I can only shake my head. Because I am speechless. And what tickles me more is that I can see the resemblance.
Skip ahead to when Batman drops ol' Jack into the vat of boiling acid stuff. Then he pops back out as the Joker a few scenes later. And as soon as Jack starts wearing the clown make-up, MC looks at me and says, "This has only reinforced my fear of clowns."
I think they enjoyed the movie as it unfolded. But it didn't mean as much to them as it did to me back in the day. Okay, back in the year. And that's fine, too.
It was all about quality time with the chickens.
Grins*

Heart and Soul

I always tell people that the romance books come from my heart, but the poetry comes from my soul. I wrote three poems one right after the other last night. This one was my first and my favorite.

Thaw
every breath slick with ice
the cold too much to bear
frigid tendrils fill my chest
iced vapors in the air

i yearn for heat
to flare inside
melt the pain
all else tried

but the cold holds tight
squeezed 'round my chest
spread throughout
a torturous guest

i shake and shiver
my soul splinters deep
broken in pieces
i weep
i weep

i long for the warmth
to ease this ache
soothe the tears
mend the break

loneliness a slow death
killing pieces of me
laid frozen and bare
though none can see
****

A Librarian's Prayer

Please God,

Grant me the patience to deal with customers who forget their cards
Help me to bite my tongue when I'm polite and the customer is anything but
Make me realize that getting a small person his/ her first card is far more important than having to handwrite sixty barcodes
And know that the sound of children laughing may sound like rabid hyenas after eight hours, but it's all perspective
Help me to remember to sanitize my hands approximately every thirty seconds because I don't want to know where some library cards or books have been
Give me the strength to remember I'm at work and not to take it personally
But most of all, God grant my director the wisdom to see that I need a raise to afford all the liquor I'll need this summer.
Amen
Grins*

What a couple of days!!!

I took yesterday off. Planned it about two weeks ago. Then it happened that I was asked out to lunch. It was a nice little get together. But I think I made my date nervous. *laughing*
Go figure.
I think sometimes I'm a little out there. But I don't see that changing. Ever. It is what it is. *grins*

The most excellent news?
I already received a response back from an agent about Warrior and the Sparrow! OMG!!! I opened the email, squealed (which we all know is a rarity), then couldn't calm myself to sit down at my desk. lmao
Of course, she wants a synopsis. *sigh*
So that's my pft news. But hey! I think it's a small price to pay. A really, really small price. So I'm all jacked up on endorphins and tickled shitless that a work that I absolutely love has sparked someone else's interest.
Beyond exciting.
Have a fantastic day!
Grins*

90476 HELL to the YEAH!!!

I did it.
I finished Warrior and the Sparrow yesterday.
*smile*
And I feel fucking fantastic.

It was a lazy day. The girls pretty much slept the entire time. MC didn't feel good. But me? I sat on my bed with my trusty laptop and finished writing a story that means so much to me.
And as soon as I finished and did a victory lap around the house, I made dinner.
lmao
Glamorous, huh?
I don't think they realize the magnitude, the little chickenlips. But I do.
So...without further ado...Warrior and the Sparrow:

A powerful warrior destined from birth for a dangerous quest.
A world ravaged by an evil presence that will stop at nothing short of complete domination.
A remarkable woman who risks everything she is or ever will be to save both.
*******
Love it!
Grins*