Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving

I hope you all find time to cherish the loved ones that are near and remember those that couldn't make it to your table this year.

Though the following anonymous poem is meant for military wives, there are many this year that have been separated from their loved ones because of unseen circumstances. God bless and stay strong....

The Military Wife

The good Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said, "Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one. What's the matter with the standard model?"

The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, posses the qualities of both father and mother, be a perfect hostess to four or forty with an hour's notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if she's pregnant and has the flu, and she must be willing to move 10 times in 17 years. And oh, yes, she must have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head. "Six pairs of hands? No way!"

The Lord continued, "Don't worry, we shall make other military wives to help her. And we will give her an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in her husband's achievements, sustain the pain of separations, beat soundly when it's over-worked and tired, and be large enough to say 'I understand,' when she does not, and say 'I love you,' regardless."

The angel circled the model of the military wife, looked at it closely and sighed, "It looks fine, but it's too soft."

"She might look soft," replied the Lord, "but she has the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation. "There's a leak," she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. I am not surprised that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this model."

The Lord appeared offended at the angel's lack of confidence. “What you see is not a leak," he said. "It's a tear."

"A tear? What is it there for?" asked the angel.

The Lord replied, "It's for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride and a dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."

"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.

The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put it there."

Monday, November 8, 2010

Dang these evil allergies

So finally the leaves started falling and I figured I'd go out there and take care of them. Four full bags later I was stuck in misery. Nasty, wicked sinus headache.

Hope you all had a good Sunday.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Daylight Saving Ends

It's kinda crazy to see this happening. I mean, yeah, I know it happens every year...but this year is just odd. We still have lots and lots of leaves on our trees. And it's been in the 70's for the last two days. But hey, by next week we're supposed to have snow. Really. Honest. Snow.
PS Remember to reset your clocks.
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Friday, November 5, 2010


From paperback writer's blog, I learned Blogger put in a stats tab and, wow, don't my stats look depressing. Actually I was pleasantly shocked there were five people still reading this blog this week.

The downside to this? If you're obsessive about your popularity, you now have a whole new tool to increase your anxiety.

Yeah. Not so sure I like the stats page. But I haven't had my morning coffee yet soooo...everything looks sketchy.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Roughing it

I once found a cemetery out in the middle of nowhere. I suppose it was somewhere because there were a couple of houses around, but no official town sign. We were driving along looking for a place to turn around when the paved road turned into a dirt path. Not sure if you could call it that because it was more like a set of tire ruts worn into the road.


We found this creepy little graveyard. Mostly overgrown. You'd think I would stay in the truck because I'm sure Colorado has poisonous snakes, but you know, it was a really cool cemetery. And the place gave off the most disturbing feeling. As finds go, this was a keeper. I doubt we'll find it again. But we had great fun in the process of getting lost. We even found a wolf print in the mud right in front of the place.

That's what's kinda cool about NaNo. You can try new things. New genres. New ways to write. Plot. No plot. You can have fun. And you better have fun with it. NaNo is supposed to be FUN. So go ahead. Challenge yourself. Try things. There are no failures.
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I am stealing this blog...

I am leading the Chihuahua takeover  of the internet.

And my master is too busy to notice me.

You cannot resist me.

You cannot ignore me.

I am too cute. And I have an annoying bark.

Plus, I am adorable when I dance and beg for food.
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Ever get that feeling?

That something's following you? For me it's probably my irrate characters. I seem to have a backlog of them fighting for my notice.

But alas my fine imaginary friends, I'm going to be away from the keyboard today while I run between doctor visits and, yes, voting. That means I'll be carrying a notebook around and writing longhand.

I know what Margaret would say. Mini netbooks fit nice in a purse. Just give me paper and a pen.

To all you NaNoWriMo folks, have a good day!
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Monday, November 1, 2010