Monday, December 19, 2011

Aw....

I really hope I have this much energy and hutzpah when I get this old. Come on, enjoy and watch the video. Senior Citizen Flash Mob Performs To 'Last Christmas'

Thursday, December 1, 2011

This late breaking post is all because of Val

Val just had to share this link with me because...you know...everyone needs a break from work. Some nativity scenes should not be posted on the web. I think some had good intentions...like the cupcake toppers. I love them by the way. It might be a little creepy to eat baby Jesus but still it's cute. Godzilla and the zombies...well....you be the judge.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Ain't this pretty

This photo doesn't do that sunrise justice. It was just amazing. (Florida has beautiful sunsets but out here we have gorgeous sunrises.)

In the dawn hours EVERYTHING was bathed in a splash of pinks and oranges.

Then I realized storm clouds were moving in. That's okay. Most of the snow from the last storms have melted except for the gray gook shoved in shadowy corners of the parking lots.

I'm off to see a doctor. You guys have fun this morning.
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Saturday, November 26, 2011

Broken

I'm use to the sound of things crashing.

Things break all the time in my house because I have a cat and dogs. It's inevitable.

But when my heart breaks it feels like the first time every single time. As if I could forget this exquisite, bittersweet agony.

You know what I mean. The painful moment when time seems to stop the instant you get smacked by the betrayal and lies. The reality you thought you knew so well was nothing but an illusion.

And once the truth is out, the person that breaks your heart walks out and moves on with their life. Me? I get to be lucky one that has to clean up the mess.

I hate messes.

Unlike things that can be repaired or replaced, the heart always has that little scar. Some friendships and loves are lost forever. Other times the heartbreaker returns to try and rebuild but it's never quite the same.

Broken doesn't mean despair. IT doesn't have to mean the end of everything. It means it's time to clean up. Time to move on. Time to see where the next adventure will lead me. And truthfully, I can say I'm stronger from this.
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Saturday, October 22, 2011

A lover's embrace

Aw...now who says love is not eternal? Check this out. A couple found still holding hands after 1500 years. Yeah. 1500. I can't get anyone to hold mine for 15 minutes.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Now this is amazing

Not a great start to the week weather-wise. Outside it's overcast and rainy...and cold. It's Monday, too.

But through the gloom and doom, there is a fantastic story of a man who turned tragedy to triumph. I will never again whine about Pilates or learning something new.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Books that I grew up on

There was only one major rule growing up in my house about going out with friends, DON'T get brought home by the cops.

I only broke that rule twice but my parents didn't know about them because when the police pulled up to my house, they let me go with a warning.

The police thing isn't the important part. The important part was that my parents pretty much gave me free reign to roam. I'd like to say they trusted me. The truth was probably that they were too busy dealing with the chaos my brothers were causing to be bothered with what I was up to. My friends in high school thought it was cool. Truth was I wished my parents cared more.

Anyway--I was pretty much ignored. And lonely. So to fill my time I read just about everything. Judy Blume was my all time favorite author back then. I mean is there a girl who didn't read Forever back in the day???? Or Blubber? Man, what a great story to this day.

Or how about Go Ask Alice by anonymous? Or Harper Lee's, To Kill a Mockingbird?

These are a few of my favorites from those days. They echoed with me. The characters' triumphs and failures stayed with me long after I read the last page. Isn't that what a great story is supposed to do?

Why then do so many want to silence these authors? These stories are an insight to history, to a way of life and maybe shed light on a way out of a bad situation. Or maybe stories are just good fun and an excuse to daydream to escape the ugly stuff in one's life.

I have never banned a book in my house. In fact, I appreaciated when my kids brought up stories they read to discuss them. Isn't that what a family is supposed to be about? Talking and not ignoring the troubling stuff. But what do I know. I grew up in a dysfunctional family long before that home life was considered the norm.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Those books your mother warned you about

Okay, you know what this week is, right?

You got it. This week is all about banned books and the freedom to read them.

Since seventh grade, I've been an advocate for all things that would make my mom scream. Truthfully, getting my mom to yell really wasn't too hard to do.

Anyway, I am late posting this and I'm rushing to get this first entry up.  So for your reading pleasure here's a link, okay two links to kick off the week.

Monday, September 12, 2011

I know...I vanished for a while

Okay, I fess up. I was NOT kidnapped by invading space aliens.

Though if I was it would've been a cool holiday.

But I get the feeling I wouldn't have been taken by the drop dead gorgeous warrior aliens.

Nooooo....I'd get the ten armed, rotting flesh critters. And they'd probably be into cow mutilations and anal probes.

See, that is my luck.

But I do promise to be a better blogger.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Let's just forget July

July was not a good month for me. I won't bore you all with the details because, you know, there's only so many times anyone wants to hear me rant. Trust me. I know whining it's not a pretty look on me since I dwell too much on the negative.

So for me...I'm looking forward to August. Finishing up old projects and starting new things. Hopefully lots of new things.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Home

Jean got me thinking with her comment on the previous post. I started to answer her below but my answer kept going and going. I figured I’d share it here instead.


<< And I've adopted a small town in Central Texas as my home, but as far as the residents are concerned, I'm not from there, and neither was any of my family, so I live here, but I'll never, in their eyes, live here. >>

Ooooh man, I can so relate.

Let me go back to 1985. I had just graduated HS when my parents moved to a small town in FL. Literally I went from major shopping centers and mass transit to cows in a pasture outside my front door. Okay, the field was across a very narrow road...but still. You get my point, right?

I was the girl with the funny accent. Whenever I went on a job hunt, it was my New York pronunciation they noticed first.

It took a while but I did finally get a job. At McDonalds. Yeah. I was the grease and garbage girl.

Oh and the social quirks. In NY, I grew up in an Italian/Irish community. (Roman Catholics were everywhere.) We tended to hug when we greeted someone we hadn’t seen in a while and used our hands when we talked. This was so not the norm in rural FL. Up in NY guys and girls hung out as a group many times. As friends. No big deal. In that small town...I got labeled because I talked to guys. (Again, this might’ve had to do my NY accent. It got me into lots of trouble.) Whatever it was rumors spread like wildfire. Even some of my so called friends would make vicious jokes about me in front of boys at college.

I learned the difference between being alone and lonely.

There were many times I was accused of being a snob or rude because I didn't acknowledge someone. Most times it was because of my eye problem. (oddly, many people in NY didn't mind asking me about my eye disorder. Down in FL they didn't come out and ask. Perhaps they thought it was rude?) But I have to admit there were times I didn't acknowledge someone because I was too shy or leery.

There were some great times though. They were hilarious. Poignant. And sometimes they were sad. I met people from different walks of life that I would never have met in NY. I’ve learned sometimes you have to appreciate the folks around you now. They might not be your best friends but they might teach you something. I learned to appreciate a quieter life. And for the first time I was able to see the brilliant glow of the stars at night because there were no city lights to make them dimmer.

Here’s the part you’ll find really odd, Jean. To this day, when I talk about my years of living in FL, I describe them as the best and worst days of my life. I was born and raised in NY, but I had to grow up in all new ways down south. When I stumbled and made mistakes—they were huge. But when I think of home, that little town in Florida comes to mind before NY. It’s weird. But like you Jean, I will never be a real part of that town. I wasn’t born there. My family has almost all died out now. A few people there might remember me but…most likely they won’t.

I’ve been thinking, Jean, maybe home isn’t some place we can go back to all the time. Maybe it’s the place that forced us to grow. It’s the place that holds the most memories for us. The good and the bad.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Homesick

Don't get me wrong here, Colorado does have some perks. In just 45 min I can drive to the countryside. The snow covered mountains are amazing. The rushing creeks and rivers are a beautiful sight and comforting to listen to.

Where my house is located it reminds me of NY where I grew up. I have no worries about how to get some place. Buses. Trains. Strip malls are in walking distance if I need to. And shopping. I swear I think besides skiing, shopping must be another major sport here.

And I have two of the best bookstores only a bus ride away.

BUT

(you guys knew there was a but coming)

I've never felt at home here.

Maybe I'm getting old--cough--and I'm feeling nostalgic for things and people long gone. Maybe it's because I've never made real connections here. Or maybe it's that I've been here for ten years now, and it's time to move on.

The other morning I dreamt I was walking on a beach. I woke up and for a fleeting moment I thought I smelled salt water and seaweed. I know they were memories from my days in FL and NY. But for just for a few moments there, I felt at home.

Then reality set in because the nearest ocean is what...a thousand miles away? I've got some lakes out here. Reservoirs. Rivers and streams. I suppose for now I can make due here in this dusty state.

A terrible thing to be homesick and you don't even know where home is.


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Friday, May 27, 2011

Tap...tap...tap. Testing.

Blogger is messing me with me now.  Two posts eaten and I can't even comment on my own posts now.

Monday, May 23, 2011

While I was gone for the last two months

Someone thought it would be a fantastic idea to give the girl a kitten for her birthday.

Yeah, this would be the little monster. I call him Evil. The girl named him Zeke.

Have I mentioned I'm allergic to cats?

Have I also mentioned the girl is allergic to cats???

But this is her baby. Thankfully there's Zyrtec now.

Sooooo...his favorite place to sleep is on top of the birdcage.

Yeah. The birdcage. Its...strange. But normal for my house.
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Sunday, May 22, 2011

Hiatus over

Not that most folks noticed me gone with how sporadic my posts have become but still I though I'd mention I'm online.

I had this witty post I wanted to write up this morning, but my oldest dog--who has recently gone blind--decided to leave me a surprise. In my bedroom. Funny how my dog can make his way all the way upstairs to do this mess instead of getting the attention of my girl who was sitting downstairs with him. Oddly the need to steam clean at five in the morning motivates me faster than a coffee rush.

I think I'm off to go exploring today. Have a good day all and try to do something totally out of the ordinary.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Lighting up the night

Do you all remember way back in March when the moon's orbit was at its closest to the Earth? It was a cold and cloudy night here. I was about to give up hope for any type of shot when the moon finally made an appearance.


I took this picture with my little point and shoot camera. This is not as pretty as it was in real life. It was a beautiful silver bonfire, shining against the darkness that was slowly edging in as it tried to blot out the light.


This is gonna sound lame of me, but it was a calming sight. Like a lighthouse beacon guiding a traveler.


Yeah, I know. You all can commence with the teasing now.


Anyway, I hope you guys are a having a great May start.
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Monday, April 18, 2011

Tree of Life

According to wiki, the Tree of Life in mythology represents all things are connected.  For those that are religious, you already know this in your hearts because of the teachings of your faith. I swear this is not a post about religion or beliefs.

But, you know, lately I'm not getting why some things had to happen.

Let me explain better. The other day--and I don't know why the name popped in my head--I had the urge to look up a college friend that I had lost touch with over the years. I typed the name in Facebook and while no match came up on the site, Bing found an obscure news article--about how the person died. An accidental death. A totally freaky accident that shouldn't have happened.

And, man, I felt like someone had punched a hole through my heart. Regrets. Guilt. Anger, even. There is no more time to make things right between us.

I will be the first to tell you all, I try to be a good person. I really try. There are too many times I think--okay, I know--I've failed. My past is overflowing with screw-ups. You'd think after all the mistakes I've made, that I'd make better choices now that I'm grown.

Um, no. I make new and exceptional ones.

This is a year of changes. Some are bittersweet. Some are painful. And all of them are downright terrifying. I do pray. I do ask for understanding. And guidance. If all things are connected, then somewhere along the way I'll come to understand why things happened the way they did. Until then, I have to believe there is a reason.
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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Sunday Starters

Mmmm...cheddar biscuits. I know they're not always a breakfast item, but you know they were a great start to my morning. And I figured I deserved them because I managed to get 1500 words last night.

Yes, I baked them. I know. Some days I shock myself.
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Monday, March 14, 2011

Rambling post about...nothing.

What is it about Monday?

I had strange dreams. Not even the fun strange kind…just strange.

Really, really didn’t want to get up this early, but I have coffee so that makes everything better.

Writing should be fun today. I did leave off at a good part so that's always a plus.



Sunday, March 6, 2011

To the FBI, NSA, CIA or whover watches our internet searches now

I am sooooo not trying to build a better bomb.  I have a character who needs to move a bomb. Just wanted to make that clear because, you know, being interrogated by you all would ruin my day.

And, as a side note, learning the little nuances about bombs seems to be taken off of google. And Bing.  I thought that interesting.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

I interrupt this blog to share a cool moment

I had a post all planned out for this morning, but then I saw the moon and the sun was barely cresting over the houses out back. There was some fog going on. In person the moon looked kinda red, but it didn't show up right in the picture.

I know, I know. I should grab a tripod one of these mornings.

But  anyway, it all looked sort of surreal. Like something out of a dream, and I was just blessed to catch this glimpse.

Now I did have to doctor the picture some, and sadly, it doesn't do the morning justice, but I do hope you can imagine the vibe.

Have a good Thursday all.
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Winston is coming


I saw this picture in my collection about a month ago and immediately my dark and crazy character came to mind.

Winston is that summer storm brewing and rolling in over the mountains. Though, he doesn't want to be a danger to anyone, he can't help it. He hunts the nightmare riders, and they hunt him.

This week I'm two timing on Brooklyn to work on a rough two page overview of his story. I'm emphasizing the rough part here. So much can change at this point. I love the feel of this story.

But then, I've always loved a good thunderstorm.

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Monday, February 28, 2011

Happy Monday Morning

I know it's a Monday morning because:

I woke up late.

Dog got excited and peed on me.

The girl's alarm clock never went off.

Girl couldn't find her homework. Her backpack. Her medicine.

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But, I kept my sense of humor and drank two cups of coffee. Yay, me.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Evil in a wrapper

These things just undermine my self-control.

EVIL...

And soooo tasty.

Huh...I think Winston needs a piece of candy.
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Friday, February 25, 2011

Second Attempt

Thank you, Jean, for the recipe.

I know it looks kinda strange because there is meat on this pizza. This came out delicious. Great crust.

This is where the chorus sings.
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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Good Morning!!

Good morning. I've been up since three so for me this is like midmorning.

What is it about me and the month of February?

Things sort of always fall apart.

I mean, sure it might have something to do with the big plans for the year. Those pesky new year's resolutions. But I didn't have many.

Could it be that I just had some high hopes for personal stuff this year?

Not sure. But I do know I have an annoyed muse that really, really wants to write on new character that doesn't want to stay quiet. Normally a gag might work. Or the threat of deleting a folder. But Winston is just too crazy to understand. He'd keep whispering in my ear regardless.

Hope you all have a great Thursday.
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Thursday, February 17, 2011

I did NOT forget to post

Last night I sort of deleted a post instead of editing it. I've done that before. You'd think I'd learn?

So today was like one of those orange juice commercials. You know the ones where the mom is sipping her OJ and asks everyone around the breakfast table what sort of bumps in the road she's about to have? I wish I could've known beforehand what all was about to happen.

Like the girl waking up at 12:30 AM--and decided to rearrange my living room.

The dogs deciding since she was up, why wasn't I?

The coffeemaker. Because you know I'd love some actual coffee with the all the grinds in the cup.

And all that was before 6 AM.

My homework is done so I am off to relax. Later folks!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Some days are just like this....

Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words." — Mark Twain

Yes, I stress over not only finding the perfect word, but the perfect first line.
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

First Attempt


In case you all can't recognize it, that's supposed to be pizza.

Since the girl's been sick, I've been trying new recipes and making things from scratch. Her favorite food is pizza so naturally I have to come up with recipe that works.

Something with the dough didn't quite work out. Maybe being up at this altitude meant an automatic fail for the recipe. Not sure.

Cooking, I'm realizing, is lot like writing. It's a series of trials and sometimes epic failures when it comes to learning to write. Or learning a new writing process. A new way to plot. Or getting to know a stubborn character.

And some stories are simply harder to write.

Like the elusive great pizza dough.
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Monday, February 14, 2011

Death by chocolate


Yes, that is exactly what it looks like--an assorted chocolate junkie's dream. I love fresh fruit--and chocolate. Ooooh, yeah....

This is how I celebrated my pre-V day.

And in honor of Valentine's Day I shall break the heart of one of my characters. Okay, maybe two.

Go forth and have fun with the one you love.
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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Sunday chat time

Time to put away all the knives, guns--laser canons, and enjoy the company of your characters over a cup of tea.

Okay, maybe some of you all are reaching for the beer.

But have a nice chat without hitting the delete button. You never know what might creep into a conversation that can change the whole outlook of your story.
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

It gets really dark out there some days


We all have dreams. Some are closer to getting them to come true, while others have a ways to go. No matter where we are in the journey, we all have these close calls. So close that we can touch them. See them. Feel them. We're about to get everything we ever wanted.

Then...

Whack. Gone. You lose.

It sucks. It's painful. It's the soul-sucking-black pit of doom.

It's okay to feel lost. Cry. Pray. Go for a run...do whatever it takes to get ready to go again. Okay, anything that's NOT self-destructive.

Dreams aren't lost. The only way you ever lose your way and your dreams is if you never try again. Yeah, I know it sounds like a Hallmark card. But it's true.

To my friends who feel like they've been kicked in the gut one too many times, you can get through this. WE can make it.
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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Break in the storm

It's been snowing on and off since yesterday and we finally have a moment of sunshine. From the weather reports I've seen, I need to appreciate this because another storm is moving in soon. But for the moment it's a calm, beautiful morning. Sunrise was amazing. No shots of that. I was enjoying my coffee too much.

Enjoy these moments in your life. And, you know, maybe show a little mercy to a character or two. Then slam them with the bad stuff.
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

-15 F

It's a bit chilly out there this morning. And I can't get Miss Kitty to stay outside to do her business. Tossed her out the backdoor twice, and each time that fur ball ran right between my legs the moment I tried to close the door.

Suppose I don't blame her. If I had a choice I wouldn't be leaving the house either. But, I have to take the girl to another test today at a new hospital. Who knew Colorado had this many hospitals in my area?

I also have homework to do so I won't get bored while waiting around for the girl to wake up from the anesthesia. The homework has to do with writing a query letter for Brooklyn. Yes, I am working. You all thought I was slacking off.

Keep warm everyone.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011

Where's my coffee?

My taxes are somewhere in electronic limbo, and I hope I don't have to look at them again.


So today I shall be off to write.


Yes, I actually do write.


(Cute bear, don't you think? )
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Friday, January 28, 2011

six reasons why birds are better than dogs

We don't go around sniffing our butts.

Speaking of which, our breath doesn't smell like butt.

You drool, we chirp.

You fart. We don't. (Why do you dogs sniff each other's butts????)

We fly, you butt surf. (Anyone else seeing a pattern here with butts?)

And we are smarter. When we fly in circles, you dogs are stupid enough to follow. Helllooo...dumb.

That is why we were left in charge of the blog while the master is off doing taxes.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I meant to post something sooner but...

Okay, there really isn't a great reason.

Anywhoo....

While I am off traveling around to speak to yet another doctor for my girl, I'm leaving you all entertained with a link telling the Colorado tall tale of the Slide-Rock Bolters.

You'll also notice this site has all sorts of nifty little tales to keep you busy while I'm gone.

Enjoy!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Sometimes I wish there was a door on my life that says Emergency Exit

Or that I had this key to unlock an escape door.

Nooo...don't panic. I don't mean check out permanently. Just a quick vacation.

Sometimes the universe keeps kicking me down. I will admit I do take a lot and keep it bottled up until it becomes impossible to deal with. At the same time I also tend to wonder, man, am I cursed or what?

But then I get a reality check--and it's sometimes a cruel realization--life is untidy and it's time to deal with it.

Right now, the girl and I are dealing with a lot.

No, I'm not looking for sympathy. Things all happen for a reason even when they're bad, but it's up to me to figure out how to use it for strength, not an excuse to fall into depression.

Um, yeah, I'm babbling here. But you know, if I ever get published and get asked to give a workshop, it won't be how to get published. It'll be how to climb out of the depression. I notice a lot of writes tend to fall into a vicious cycle.

I now resume the strange ramblings that this blog is known for.
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Thursday, January 20, 2011

Writers are never content

Have you ever noticed that? There's always something we wish we could do better.

Yeah, even I do have my wishes.

I wish I could write more poetic, but my characters come off like construction workers hanging out in a rowdy bar after work.

I love my colorful band of misfits too much to give them etiquette classes.

So maybe sometime I'll create a kinder, gentler soul that enjoys a beautiful poem instead of a limerick that starts with, "There once was a man from Nantucket..."

Of course, I'd probably end up killing them off.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Meeting a new doctor is like ...

Going on a blind date.

Do you bring flowers, candy...stool specimen?

Then you get all those mortifying personal questions. Everything from bowel movements to eating habits.

And this is all before we get to the second date that includes embarrassing tests.

I'm just saying, it's all awkward.
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