wheedle \HWEE-d'l; WEE-d'l\, transitive verb:
1. To entice by soft words or flattery; to coax.
2. To gain or get by flattery or guile.
Now there's a word I can get next too. In case anyone hasn't noticed I've added word of the day in my links.
Monday's post was inspired or jump started by the word of the day; tho i have to admit in the past they have done nothing for me at all.
But today's word again fits in with what's going on here in my world.
Yesterday at work, it was another harried morning - "too many patients, not enof techs". Everytime i came out in the hall to grab another chart, a co-worker(and friend)-DH and I exchanged knowing exasperated looks (we do this a lot - don't have to talk - read each other's mind - but then she's pretty psychic and I am a little sometimes). Looks like I've managed to get off track here, what a surprise. So we get through the morning and it's lunchtime. Someone is supposed to be coming to talk to us about disability insurance(which we are secretly hoping is our ticket outta here). Well DH has the afternoon off and has to leave for an appt. and since I'm working the afternoon, I have to run home to let Jackson out and make sure I've left the door open for the boy. Anyway the poor woman shows up and we both tell her we only have a few minutes, at which she says well I guess we should reschedule cause it takes about 20 min to 1/2 hr. each. and we say "each?", we thought you could talk to us both at the same time. She explains that because of individual circumstances, variables and confindentiality, yaddy yaddy, yaddy. Anyway I somehow talk her into giving us the facts,"just the facts", give it to me in a nutshell. So she winds up sitting down and pulling out her laptop and going over it briefly. Just enof so we can get the idea of how it works and she gives us her card and tells us to call to make another appt. with her to finish individually. Then I inform the afternoon crew that "I'll be back", to which they answer, "We'll be here". I rush home but not to fast since I'm in the rental that was dropped off this morning. Remember "The Crash". I let the dog out and eat some Thanksgiving leftovers, hoping that I'm not giving myself food poisoning ( tho that would get me out of work this afternoon), throw out the rest of the Turkey and dash back to work ( only 15 min. late). And I even remembered to leave the door open.
In the evening I call DH to find out how she made out at her appt. and the Disability Lady finds her way into the conversation when we are talking about ways of getting out of our current jobs and into new ones. DH very complimentarily says that I should be running a company or something. She said see how you got that woman to sit down and show us what we wanted; you're a "quiet leader". Whatever that means. Does it mean I am pushy and bossy and get what I want or that I conjole and wheedle my way thru life? I prefer to think the later.
wheedle \HWEE-d'l; WEE-d'l\, transitive verb:
lassitude \LASS-uh-tood; LASS-uh-tyood\, noun:
Lack of vitality or energy; weariness; listlessness
I guess that is what I am suffering from today. So many thoughts going through my head today, memories of last year. Thanksgiving day arriving at the nursing home to find they had dressed my father and propped him up in a chair. When they brought around his plate of food, I gave him a small forkful, which he pushed away, "too much, too much". He had already stopped eating, had already given up. Just the day befoe he had arrived when the hospital informed me that since they were not treating him for anything (other than dying) they would have to discharge him. Two days later on Saturday, he was already in death's throes. I liked the room he was in , he had it to himself, at least he didn't have to have a stranger witness his death. I'd brought some pictures from his apt. and placed them around the room and on the window, which was a large one with a nice view of a woody hillside. His nurse, Gabriella, surely an angel came at regular intervals to administer pain medication to try and make him comfortable. He was seeing things ? angels we liked to think. and counting them 1,2,3. He wanted us to count and seemed to take comfort in it. I was there the whole day and thankful to my good friend, Marilyn, who came and stayed with me. We left for a little while when he seemed to finally fall into a farily restful sleep. When we came back they told me that he was in a coma and probably wouldn't make it thru the night. It was preety upsetting seeing him this way, as this was the last image I have of my mother as well. I just wanted to go home( felt like a little girl again), so we left but when we got to the lobby I stopped and said to my friend that I felt guilty leaving him,that maybe I should stay, that I wouldn't want to die alone. My friend said he'd probably still be here in the morning and that it was allright,so I went home. Gabrielle called very early in the morning and told me that he had passed on a little while ago. I've felt badly that I left, still do, and probably always will.
It is the 1 year anniversary of my father's death tomorrow. According to Jewish tradition you light a candle on the eve of his death. Since I don't really know what you are supposed to say when you light the candle, or what I will say, I thought I would post the eulogy that I wrote.
My father lived 91 yrs. 8 months & 2 days.
He had strong hands and he was proud of them.I guess they came in handy in his line of work as a butcher. 4 days before he died when the nurse said to squeeze her hands he said "Are you sure" and smiled with her expected response.
Though I really think he missed his calling..Accounting. He loved numbers. When I was cleaning out his apartment I found alot of scraps of paper with his calculations. 3 days before he died he asked me for the Business section of the paper.
My father had striking blue eyes. 2 days before he died, the nurse said to him "You are a gentleman, everyone is in love with you:look at those blue eyes." And they lit up for an instant, like they used to.
His mind is what was truly amazing, sharp as a tack. He could remember more stories than anyone in this room probably. And it kept working right up to his death. 1 day before he died he was still trying to keep track of everything.
A really important event in my father's life was WW II, when he served in the Army overseas. He enjoyed telling stories of this time; as most of us here are aware. Another thing that he really liked to do was to help people. And I can remember people often saying, "Your father is such a nice man".
His family was very special and important to him. His stories of New York and his brother Mac and his siter Lil were truly heartwarming. When I went down to Fla. to get him at the Rehab I overheard a hospital worker ask him what was something he was proud of in his life and he said, "My children". That pride and dedication to the family was something he shared with my mother, Blanche, over their 30 yrs. of marriage. And I admired how devoted he was to her during her illness & death.
Years later he was blessed to meet Betty and they enjoyed 20 happy years together. We all know he missed her terribly and often wondered why he was still here. My friend, Marilyn told him it was so that she could meet him and so that he could get to know his grandson, Luke. And perhaps it was so I could get to know him again. It was a privilege taking care of him in his later years and to be with him at his death.
I know he would've loved everyone being here because he actually spoke of who would be here a few days before he died and mentioned his nieces and nephew, Harold, Helen, and Muriel, who gave him so much support with their visits and phone calls.
I don't know if any of you every noticed but my father never said Goodbye; so Dad as you would've said, "So long for now."
Well I did fall into a soporific state immediately after that last post;I didn't even attempt the movie, headed straight to bed. In the middle of the night the damn cat woke me up and insomnia reared its ugly head and would have nothing of this tryptophan and alcohol induced sophoric state. So instead of grabbing a book on my way to the den, what do i do, of course you guessed it, headed straight for blogland. But I need my rest if I am ever going to be even remotely successful tomorrow, Black Friday. I'm determined to jump start my xmas shopping - no use fighting tradition. Well if i was a real diehard I would just head out now, it's almost 5AM. Nah I guess i'll go read.
Ok, well I'm thankful that I didn't burn the bird, tho for a few minutes I was panicing that I did. I started cooking last night; I peeled and chopped all the vegetables and thought I was in pretty good shape. This morning I stayed in bed til 10 , then got up had my coffee read the paper and started cooking around Noon. I was in pretty good shape around 2, bird in I took a shower and went for a walk with the family and dog. Got back and had a bloody mary; feeling pretty relaxed til I started panicing about The Bird. Usually it's done early and according to my estimation it shoulda been done by 4:15; when the thermomator hadn't popped by 5, I started panicing, I thought it would be like the bird in Christmas Vacation when Chevy Chase puts the fork in the bird and it just collapses in a puff of smoke. It wasnt' as bad as I thought, tho I will never again depend on that damn thermomater popping up; and it was fine, didnt taste dry at all. between the gravy and the cranberry sauce I dont know how it could. The apple pie ala mode was perfect of course(Thanks to Mrs. Smith). I will no doubt fall asleep during the movie tho. Hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving.
Well Sunday was a nice day altho it started better than it ended. Started the morning with a cat and dog and a boy in my bed. The cat left pretty much immediately when he saw the hi-jinks begin. Luke likes to tease Jackson by getting in bed next to me and putting his arm over me and saying my mommy; at which Jackson responds by doing his doggie crawl up the bed and wedging himself between us. My theory is that he thinks he is the top dog (after me of course)and above Luke-since he gets to sleep in the bed and Luke is next door in his bed.
In the afternoon we went to see Harry Potter and risking alienating everyone on the planet I have to admit that I think I am getting tired of Harry Potter. The movie was ok but I think I am getting tired of the formula. I think i need a change, maybe Narnia or King Kong will do it for me. Then in the evening I decided to go food shopping for Thanksgiving, a full 3 days before usual!
Went searching for a book in this box of books from when last I moved or maybe from the move before that even. Evidently these are my "favs", the ones I couldn't throw out. And since I don't have a bookcase in this new house they never got unpacked. It's like walking down memory lane and finding old friends. There's the copy of On The Beach by Nevil Shute(60cents)-the book that scared the crap out of me in ?8th grade. Oh, here's an older one even..Portrait of Jennie (35cents -remember seeing the movie too) that one was so surreal(to a ?11 yr. old). Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (95 cents) must be headin into college now cause here are the Herman Hesse's - Demian and Steppenwolf. And one of my favorites.. The sorrows of Young Werther by Goethe. And the Awakening by Kate Chopin. Oh and here is Soul on Ice by Eldridge Cleaver from my Revolutionary Period. And my Anais Nin collection, diaries and novels. Then there are the power of positive thinking books - I guess those need to be reread. And there is The Unbearable Lightness of being and Prince of Tides. Wow I feel like I just walked into a roomful of old friends.
Well I guess I owe you guys a couple of jokes after the last two posts of mine. Have a great weekend.
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom? Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white." The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"
The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying
to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.' A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she's dead."
Why is it that I am not happy. Feel like an outsider. Like it's just something impossible for me to attain. Is it me or my situation? It has been me many times in my life before, but now it is different. There are reasons, and situations and well...but I still feel like it is like a golden ring and I am on that merry- go-round for life.
I know "happiness is an elusive, sometimes fleeting thing; that happiness lies within us, but what if you are just not capable of it, it's not in your makeup. well then what? are you damned for all eternity?
Maybe I'll try the "happy pills" again; like a good friend says " there's not enof Prozac in the world" and "they should put it in the water".
so maybe then I am normal? just reacting to all the stress and crap in the world.
Feel like in (? name) Woody Allen movie when he said about being in therapy: But I'm not going to live long enough to fix everything.
I guess all we can really do is try. I can hear my son saying, " I did the best that I could do". (Now there's a healthy psyche, i hope.)
Well I've gone from being extremely happy for my friend to the Dalai Lama ( felt like I had nothing to say yesterday and felt that a post from the Dalai Lama would be better than a post from me; I guess I was on my way down(with truth or dare).... ladies lingerie, shoes,to the un-happiest post of all.
How many of us blog about what is really bothering us? or what we are really thinking about? Sometimes I want to just go back to the old pen and notebook. That place where I could hideout, where nobody would know, where I could let it all hang out, tell the truth, kick and scream and not be so self conscious. This arena seems not for the faint of heart, not the dress rehearsal but the real thing. Seems like I'm treading water these days; still need those swimmies on, still not sure whether to sink or swim. I finally made it out of my self doubt phase (well sort of) and started to feel almost comfortable out here in the deep end but those naggy self doubt cells sure can hang tough, like a virus I suppose. You think you're better and whamm....laid out flat again. Just trying to figure it all out.
This we can all bear witness to, living as we do plagued by unremitting anxiety … It becomes more and more imperative that the life of the spirit be avowed as the only firm basis upon which to establish happiness and peace.This new concept ought to be elaborated alongside the religions, in such a way that all people of good will could adhere to it. We ought to promote this concept with the help of scientists. It could lead us to what we are looking for.Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend – or a meaningful day. In the practice of tolerance, one’s enemy is the best teacher.Nowadays the world is becoming increasingly materialistic, and mankind is reaching toward the very zenith of external progress, driven by an insatiable desire for power and vast possessions. Yet by this vain striving for perfection in a world where everything is relative, they wander even further away from inward peace and happiness of the mind.My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.I believe deeply that we must find, all of us together, a new spirituality.My message is the practice of compassion, love and kindness. Compassion can be put into practice if one recognizes the fact that every human being is a member of humanity and the human family regardless of differences in religion, culture, color and creed. Deep down there is no difference.Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace.In Buddhism we have relative truth and absolute truth.If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.
Drum roll please...^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Patry Francis of the Marvelous Garden has a book deal!!!!! This is just too good for words. It's just the best thing, no she is the best thing!!! I hope they know how lucky they are to get her!!! Congratualtions Patry, you deserve it, you're the best!
4)It's too damn cold outside
5)It's cold inside
6)It gets dark so early
7)You can't hang outside
8)short walks if any at all
0)I turn from a night owl to a hibernating bear
10)Ready for bed at 7:30
11)Go to bed as early as 9:00 sometimes
12)Not much is getting done
15)waiting for freezing cold cars to start
16)can't play in the backyard with dog and boy
17)can't go to the beach, well you can but why?
18)can't sit and read and eat at the beach
19)can't take boy & dog to the beach
20)can't go out for icecream
21) no tan
22)no garden tomatoes
23)no fresh basil
24)no warm sand
27) no free concerts
28) no corn on the cob
29) heating bills
38) can't wear shorts
39) can't wear flip-flops
40) can't bike
41) can't go out without putting on tons of clothes
42) no walks with the dog
43) no throwing the ball in the backyard
44) no road trips
45) no fishing
46) no baseball
47) no minature golf
48) no boating
49) no picnics
50) no warmth
2 reasons to like winter:
1) curling up with a good book (or someone)
2) fires in the fireplace
Feel free to add to whichever list you choose.
Footnote: I've got to admit after adding the picture to the post, the snow is pretty damn pretty. I do like it better after it snows.
Well, my day did not go as planned. Thought I would run off and shop for awhile. My son needed a ride over a friend's so I dropped him off and was going to go to the transfer station (dump) in hopes of finding some treasure or book(s) but when I realized that I had gone the wrong way I decided to go to a nursery for some potting soil and to look for an orchid that I wanted to buy for my kitchen window. I pulled into the parking lot of the place and stopped while deciding where to park; well this Big vehicle decided to plow into me. I saw it coming but couldn't do anything about it. I jumped out the car and said, "Didn't you see me?". The woman in the other car said, "I didn't even see you". And then she thought to add," you must've zoomed in here cause I looked and I didn't see you. I said, "well I was there and I didn't zoom". I wanted to zoom pow her to the moon tho.(i know peace,love,joy). Her Big vehicle did a number on my big vehicle, but only scratched her bumper. So now begins the pain in the butt procedure. Went home (without my prized orchid) and called the insurance co. Then since it was such an unseasonably nice day I decided to finish painting the side porch railings(which is a project that has been going on for months). Of course the only reason I chose to do this was so that I got out of vacuuming. I really should have central vac. cause my vacuum has been in my living room for at least a week now. I am going to finish vacuuming that sofa one of these days really and put it back together so that i can vacuum the rugs some day too. This is what I get for vacuuming the damn sofa anyway( not something I usually do). Well I guess I'll go get cleaned up and go out for dinner cause no one cooks around here either.
I made plans to go out saturday night and actually went out. Usually I renig at the last minute, too tired, don't want to leave my son alone. But since it wasn't too cold I decided that since I will probably be hibernating for the rest of the winter that I would go out. So I put on the war paint and tried to do something with the unruly hair, just added a little gel and said goodbye to the boy, happily watching football. My friend left her car here and I drove; when we got to the restaurant I realized that I hadn't taken my cell phone, moment of panic, what if he tries to call? My friend had her's so I called but no answer, he can't hear the phone out in the sunroom, I should've left the cordless out there; I leave a message with her phone number and uneasely order a drink. People from my work arrived and the band started playing some nice acoustic R&R. We stayed for about an hour and a half, just long enof for a drink, some chat and so I could say I went out this time. Next time I won't forget my phone.
Hey I reached my 100th post, without really trying;it passed un-noticed by anyone,even me. (I actually realized it when I went looking for a saved draft and had to change the 50 to 100 in the show posts area and saw that the 1st one was not the first one and that I had to hit 300 to get to the beginning.)
I never woulda thought or bet money on I my ever getting here, but I'm glad that I did. I can barely remember life before blogging; what did I do with all my time? was my house cleaner? bills paid? food on the table? laundry folded? Well the 100th post was "certifiable" - which is very aprepro and I think sums up my blog & I fairly well.
The post that started this all was You can never go home which along with "tour of the old homestead" and "red headed neighbor lady" also at the beginning, and the sequels to the first, are still my favorites. So I guess I will keep "bloggin like the doodah man" and see if I have what it takes to hit 300. Then what happens?
Because you've been good..... 2 jokes this week:
(I can't believe I'm actually telling clean jokes- these are not what I'm famous for)
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while
they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each
child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."
The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like."
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl
replied, "They will in a minute."
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?" Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family)answered, "Thou shall not kill."
Okay, now I know I really need my head examined.. .. I bought my son a drum set recently. What was I thinking? obviously I wasn't. But it was worth it, he seems so excited, really into it. After his Red Sox lost the playoffs he was preety sad. He went downstair and played his drums. When he came back up he said, "Mom,the drums are a preety good stress releaser". (Hey, maybe I should go down and try them). I guess I'm glad i bought them. We'll see in a couple of years ,when there's a gang of teenage boys and girls hanging round my house, if I still feel that way.
I think (no - I know) I am becoming obsessed with site meter. It seems I am more interested in who's been here, where they're from, how they got here and how long they stayed. Please tell me you do this too.
And I just love looking at that map thing, seeing all the lites from all over the world. But then this is coming from someone who thought having a penpal was just about the coolest thing (next to my stamp collection),that was before I got into baton twirling and boys. My favorite thing about it is seeing the search engine words for how they found me. I'd venture to guess 9 out of 10 times, i wasn't what they were expecting.
I hate it when I can't remember an idea. Didn't i write that down? Those fleeting ideas/inspirations, gone - poof- up in smoke. Then today in the car, driving from one office to another, inspiration hits and I'm diggin in my pocketbook for a pen as a Semi goes flyin by and my life passes before my eyes and I think,"my poor motherless boy". But still I take the chance and write on an envelope I've pulled from my pocketbook and write on the steering wheel - I'm certifiable aren't I? Ok I am definitely blog obsessed now - picturing myself at one of those 12 step programs. Hi, my name is rdl, I'm a blogaholic, I can't stop blogging.
I've been wanting to get one of those palm pilots because I am just so sick of all my lists, all those scraps of paper that I can never find and that I endlessly write the same things over and over. I thought just think how much time I would save if i could just have it saved on my palm pilot. Definitely putting it on my xmas list. But then I think maybe I should just get one of those mini casette players that you talk into - then i'd be certifiable for sure.
I don't watch TV much, usually one show a season. Raymond was last year's show, before that was Malcolm in the Middle, Seinfeld. Last year I got into watching American Idol with my son(it kinda reminded me of watching the Ed Sullivan show with my parents). I started off liking the English dude,Simon, cause he was so sarcastic (it was funny); but by the end of show (I hate to admit it) I was actually voting. I started watching the show that came on right after-House and got hooked on it. The main character is kind of a curmudgeon. So right now that is this years "show". The rest of the time I'm usually here, at my new TV, surfing the net with my mouse instead of clicker and sometimes feeling like i could almost fall asleep, justlike in front of the TV.
A couple of times this week I've had patients ask me, "how long you been doing this?". After a pregnant pause I deadpan, "too long". They laugh and I go on with the exam; most of the time I think they ask me because of my professionalism, because it seems like I know what the hell I'm doing but other times I wonder if they catch on that I am bored to tears and just going through the motions. I always joke with co-workers that they could train monkeys to do our job but actually I take for granted all the knowledge and just plain hands on experience that we do have, knowing what to do in a given situation and just plain knowing how to handle people. People who can be rude, people who can be irritating, people who can be just plain, well nevermind; and then there are those who are nervous, anxious and scared. We have to hand hold, reassure, and conjole. Another thing they always ask is, " what's the doctor going to do?" or they say, "You could be the Dr." to which I sometimes say, "I'm the poster child for Stay in school".
Last nite when I was peacefully sleeping (actually very early this morning), my 14 yr. old Mean Coon cat, Dakota, scratched me in the face - on the cheek. I woke up screaming, clutching my face; at which point everyone in the house was up and running. Usually it is a charlie horse that elicits this cry of pain in the middle of the nite.
I was just grateful that he didn't get me in the eye this time. Yes this is his 2nd transgression, and at the risk of irritating cat lovers and activists out there, if he's not careful he's going to get the gas pipe. This is why I am a dog lover; a dog would never do this.
Reasons not to mess with children:
A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow
a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was
very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
Irritated,the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a
human;it was physically impossible. The little girl said, "When I get
to heaven I will ask Jonah".The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"
The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".
Dreamt about my son last nite. I was moving into a house down a long dirt road. I was to have a room in this couples house,don't know who they were,but they were taking me in. I was having the road paved for them(?) Then i decided to go back home, remember the feeling of being lost not settled lonely in this new house.(isn't that wild? dreaming about how you feel). I was also trying to get home to my son cause he was home alone all day. when i called him it was night and he hadn't eaten dinner. Then there was a picture of him sitting in the ice cream shop on the vineyard(where we were this summer) on the front page of a newspaper, and the article was something about how I was a bad mother for not feeding him i think. Boy guilt finds you even in your sleep. (my interpretation- troubled by my home life)
Had another the next nite, he was going to cross this really busy street and it looked really dangerous and I screamed at him not to. ( Guess I don't want him to grow up? or my fear of losing him)
Then I had one about my father ( who died last Nov. - wow i just realized it's almost a yr. doesnt feel that way, seems like it just happended).
He was alive (this seems to be a reoccuring dream - I remember I had these about my mother also). He had been living someplace else, didn't want me to take care of him.
I guess this is another guilt dream - since i went home from the nursing facility the night that he died after being there all day and always feel now that i should've stayed; tho at the time i felt like a child who just wanted to go home.
(I actually wrote this a couple of weeks ago, was cleaning out my draft folder and just couldn't delete it).
Any dream analysts out there?
Ok I'm over it now. I'm facing the fact that I ain't gonna write the next great American novel; I'll leave that for my best friend to do. I practiced the piano tonite tho, never too late to work on my next career... lounge lizard. And as for the writing I think I'll stick with poetry , i like all that raw emotion and writing from the hip. I don't know if I could handle plots and outlines, sounds like work and when it comes to work I am a card carrying member of the Maynard G. Krebs club, anyone remember him? or am I showing my age again. He was a character on the show Dobie Gillis: I've forgotten his real name ( was it Bob Denver? - or am I totally out in left field?) well he was Gilligan anyway. And speaking of TV, maybe I'll start watching Desperate Housewives or ?? what are some of those shows everyone is always talking about in the lunchroom. Maybe I'll just go watch some TV right now.
Footnote: Just as I finished typing this the power went out for a couple of hrs. Ya think it's some kind of sign? Guess I'll go read before bed like i should.
Feel like when I was six and had whooping cough; everyone else was out playing and I wasn't. Now I wanna be nanowrimoing too! But alas I have no plot, no characters, no nothing. I just hope there's still someone left on the blogground for us baby bloggers to play with.
Wannabee is not a good place to be. But that's what you get when you never make up your mind. Dilitante is the nice way to say it but it still amounts to the same thing. yea i have a creative "spirit" (whatever the hell that means - wannabee, that's what it means. My favorite people are artists, writers and musicians and I want to be one too. I've had a lifetime of dabbling, non-committal to a fault. When I was a kid I dabbled at music- piano; and was preety damn good(so my teacher said) - my mother bought me a baby grand when i was 13 and I stopped playing when I was 14. I took photography in college and I was preety damn good at that too, or so I was told, encouraged by a "real photographer". I let that fall by the wayside too. The piano playing fell by the wayside when I discovered dating, which started a long tradition of throwing things out the window for men. But in my defense I was also baton twirling and in an Adult Theatre group. Dabbling and spreading self too thin.
Then in college, well drugs definitely got in the way. The writing well that started in college - probably after passing the pipe. I still have a copy of the 1st poem I ever wrote. The handwriting even looks different than mine does now - childish.
And I've always been attracted to the artistic types and the tall, dark and handsome types (oh that's another post now isn't it). Well I guess I'm done whining - reminds me of a joke - i'll save that for Friday.
I was listed on Follow That Star's blog as a Rising Star- what a thrill that was. Please visit this most interesting and entertaining blog.
I will be starting a new set of links - Art sites
Some really fine artwork can be seen at Mary Sheehan Winn's Fine Art
I recently received a copy of Queen's Quarterly, which looks to be an interesting read. I found it online and if you visit you can sign up to receive a free copy of the publication.
And FYI: Recently on trip to Borders' we signed up for webspecial coupons and now receive coupons for 20,25 or 30% off of books and CD's. The other day when we were there and was going to purchase a book, I mentioned to the clerk that I forgot to print my coupon and he had one there that he scanned for me. When i got my receipt there was a coupon for 20%.