Saturday, June 20, 2009
I'm moving, is the biggest thing. Not very far, only about 25 feet, but still have to go through the packing, sorting, cleaning that goes along with changing a household. Hubby and I finally bit the bullet and committed ourselves to something, and it is now consuming me.
Also too, the kids are taking up a lot of my time. It's summertime, obviously, and there is no more 'me time'. It's all US, US, US time. Mom can we do this? Mom can we go here? Mom are you going to wear your pajamas all day? All the questions drive me batty.
I try to lock the little buggars out of the house, but they keep getting back in.
Just Kidding.... mostly....
Nah, I love my kids. Today, actually, hubby and I took them swimming at a local beach, and we had a blast. Yeah, we're a little well-baked, but we had fun. I was defrosting meat for dinner when I realized the house was pretty quiet and maybe I could squeeze in some computer time.
So, here I am.
And here I go. Hubby just woke from his nap, and kids are wanting dinner.
I'll try to be back more often, but don't be surprised if I lose internet for a while. Haven't exactly worked out yet how to move the pole from one house to the other.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Well, somebody did. But they only ate one.
So now the male wanders around everywhere quacking, looking for his female. He's been doing this for two days now. It was irritating at first, now it's just sad.
I felt guilty for wishing somebody would eat them, and now I feel even worse because this duck actually cared for his female. He's lost his love. My daughter told me ,"Oh Mommy, he's crying!"
Yeah, Honey, ok, thanks for rubbing it in that mommy wanted them to get eaten.
But you know what? I'm getting over my guilt and kind of wishing he'd get eaten now too, but for a different reason. Maybe there's some little duck pond up in heaven where she's waiting on him now. Maybe they can be reunited once again. And have little duck babies like they tried to do here, but it never worked out.
Hmmm, am I totally off my rocker, or what?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
He asked a lot of in-depth questions which I hope I answered intelligently. I made sure to throw in as many authors and publishers names as I could. I gave him an outline of what my current story was about, and who I was going to submit to.
I also told him how completely wonderful and encouraging the romance writing community was to us newbies.
He wasn't sure exactly when the article was coming out, but said he would try to drop me an e-mail. So, If you get the Herald, maybe you can let me know. ...
Hope it's a good article....
Monday, June 8, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Because it is my dad's birthday. Hi Dad. Happy Birthday. I won't tell how old he is, just in case he's squemish. We'll just say he has many years of experience, and the white hair to prove it.
We got together with Pop and Nee , as the kids call them, Friday, and had a wonderful dinner at Malone's. (Have to tell ya, that place is addictive. They wanted to go there, and they live in Ohio!) They got a hotel room that night in Lexington, then were heading south to Nashville / Knoxville area on the Goldwing. We had a nice visit while they were here.
Dad's favorite thing to do is go for a ride on the motorcycle. 1300, 1500 miles in a weekend is no big deal for Dad. He's always had bikes, for as long as I can remember. Usually fast bikes. If he didn't have a fast bike, he had a fast car. There was also a fast boat or two thrown in there as well. See the pattern?
I think Dad's met more cops than I have. And that's saying a lot.
But we love him anyway.
Have a Happy Birthday Dad. Oh, wait, by the time you read this, your birthday will be over.
Have a good day Dad.