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.


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.


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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Sunday, January 16, 2011


Master is sleeping off
NyQuil dreams,
this message is brought to you by
the ever faithful sidekick dog
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Saturday, January 15, 2011

A couple of quick links

Because I know some folks love contests. I did leave this pretty late but I hope someone can try for it. Author C.J. Redwine is holding a contest for a signed copy of Maggie Stiefvater's Linger. C.J. Redwine keeps a very humorous blog. Her's is one of my favorites to read.

Then my friend Deb shares a lot of great giveaways and information on her blog as well.

I tend to forget them.

Now, I'm off to nurse my cold.

Friday, January 14, 2011

That's not fair

I ordered a 29 oz bag of coffee and got this little guy instead.

This is such a tease. I'm hoping the sidewalks are clear enough to get another bag before the weather turns again.
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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Dreams that never come true...probably for good reason

When I was a kid I always wanted to play an instrument. I tried electric organs. Guitar. Flute. Even a harmonica.

Personally, I think some of the pets ran away from home to get away from my playing.

You have to understand, most of my family plays an instrument. Or they sing beautifully. Or they write music. My girl plays two instruments. Some people are just born with talent.

Then there's me. I can't carry a tune. Or hum straight. In fact, I am probably the only person who has ever passed chorus by mouthing the music.

I was not always this calm about it. In fact, I was angry. Sad. Miserable.

Then eventually I moved on. Because I did realize wanting it, didn't mean I deserved it. If you wanna know, I didn't really enjoy practicing. I think I loved the idea of playing, but not so much the work behind it. If you noticed, I tried a lot of instruments but didn't stick with any of them.

I still appreciate music. I was deeply upset when my mp3 player died and, by the way, my playlists consist of everything from classical to rap. My characters have soundtracks. I love going to musicals and live performances.

But in my heart, I know I'll never be a muscian of any level. And I'm fine with that.
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Some days I like to mess with my neighbors

Yesterday, it was a total of 5 degrees F out when I went to shovel a path to the house.

I also want to note I was the only person outside in the snow.

I did make a slightly crooked path.

Added lots of salt simply because I hate falling on my butt in front of the neighborhood.

Looked around when I finished and felt something was missing.

First, I tried to make a snowman. Sorry, snowperson.

But that didn't work out so well. Snow kept falling apart.

Next, I thought of a snow angel. I haven't done one of them since I was a kid.

But then I remembered it was only 5 degrees out.

Bad idea to get wet.

It hit me. Smiley face.

Not as easy as it looks on a slight hill.

Several of my neighbors drove by real slow to watch me. One came out of his house to ask if I was doing okay.

You'd think no one ever played in their front yard before.

Yeah, it might've been a little odd, but it made the girl smile when she came home.

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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

A dog's life

I would've loved to have stayed in bed, especially since it's below zero....
But noooo.
Someone had to get up and shovel the snow from Sunday's storm.

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Monday, January 10, 2011

Guilt Free Monday

It struck me yesterday that I have a lot of guilt. Maybe it's an Italian thing. Or maybe from being raised Roman Catholic. (Us Catholics overdose on guilt daily.)

Whatever the reason, I live with remorse over EVERYTHING. And the number one cause for guilt lately is taking time for myself. Whenever I read or write, I always have this awful sickening feeling that I should be doing something else. Anything else.

So my fellow online friends, today is Guilt Free Monday. I will not feel horrible because I want to write. Or read. Or hell, maybe I'll doodle. Doodling is fun.

And whatever I do today, I will love it.

What will you indulge in today?

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Sunday, January 9, 2011


Thanks to Justin on FM, Sundays have become character chat day for me.

Soooo...bring some flowers to your favorite villain or antihero and see their reaction.

Bad guys need love, too.
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Saturday, January 8, 2011

A time to read

Sooooo...supposedly a strong storm is headed my way. I hear this a lot. Most days I ignore the warnings because Colorado weather is flaky. But this one does look big enough to give me some snow.

On my list of things to do before the storm hits is make sure my Kindle is charged. Hey it's a priority. Right up there with bringing in firewood.

Speaking of firewood, I need to check the fireplace flue.

Hope you all have a warm and safe Saturday.
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Friday, January 7, 2011

One day

I have a dream after visiting this website here. One day my husband and I will have to take a cross country trip and hunt down the creepiest and most haunting graveyards. (Haunting as in memorable. Not ghostly. Well, maybe ghostly too.) Of course, I'd share with you all.

I know. Most folks would prefer a beautiful exotic resort or a trip to Europe. But hey, I bet there are some great cemeteries in Ireland.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Check it out


Ahhhh...happy, happy sigh. Now I can torment my characters with a lot more energy. Yay!

And yes, I like my coffee light and sweet.
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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Piecing a story together

This is going to sound a bit strange but I love to hand piece quilt blocks. There's just something about sewing the tiny stitches and building each line until something really neat appears. Now this is where the strange part comes in, I don't put the blocks together to form a proper quilt. I've never built a quilt.

I'm not sure why. I mean maybe it's just the fact my friends in Germany only had time to show me how to make blocks, but I'm sure that's a cop out.  I know if I looked hard enough I could find a class here in Colorado. But I'm not sure I want to learn.

It might ruin the fun. Or I might get obsessed with the idea it has to be perfect. Yeah, there are some things I do obsess over. Housecleaning is not one of them. But making sauce for macaroni is. I know. There's no reasoning to it.

I tend to wonder if this same process of sewing blocks is why I'm re-writing Brooklyn's story in short blocks. Building each scene part by part in order to give it a twist.  A meaning. A layering to the story.

Or maybe these strange meanderings of quilt blocks and writing is from my muse going through withdrawals from an insufficient amount of coffee.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

What will you be doing next year?

My writing friend Erin shared this Full Frontal Nerdity comic with me. I thought it was funny. I play games like  World of Warcraft so I understood the Ding and the rest of the jokes. The last guy's statement is what prompted this post, though. "I have got to get a date next year."

Yeah, I know, simple things get my mind working. But it was sort of like those questionnaires for work that ask, "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

Seriously, do they want the real answer or the one that won't get me fired?

Anyway, what do I want next year? The answer came quick.

Next year, I so want my family to be together for the holidays. And healthy.

What is it you want for the holidays next year?

Monday, January 3, 2011

Let there be BREAD

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For the first time EVER I made bread. Okay, so it might not be that pretty looking but it tasted great. Two loaves made and they're both gone. The darker areas are garlic and butter that browned faster. But I'm still proud.

After having a full house for two weeks, people coming and going, it is odd to have the house to myself this early Monday morning. I still have all the animals home with me and they all have attitudes. Except for the critters moving about and the clock ticking, the house is silent. Peaceful. Suppose it's time for me to get started with work.

Good morning, folks.

Sunday, January 2, 2011


To schedule a post to show at a certain time I have to set it up correctly. My bad. But hey; thanks to hubby I found a website with some really haunting pictures. Creepy and sad.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year

I'm not going to make goals or resolutions this year. I'm sort of winging it right now, but I will post monthly roundups, especially when it comes to the writing.

Okay, maybe I do have one goal. I lost twenty pounds last year. This year I'd like to lose another fifteen. I started doing pilates and I have to admit I like it. I know. Me and exercise. Who knew I'd learn to enjoy it?

Most of all, I want to try new things. Go places I've never been. See amazing new things. Learn new things. I guess to put it simply, I want to live a full life.

So my wish for you all in 2011, may your year be filled with some great adventures and wonderous new experiences.