A day late and a dollar short

As is my usual way - I'm late. I started this more personal post last week, knowing that "The Liar's Diary Day " ( see previous post) was coming up soon. But then feeling self conscious i just went with the generic copycat posting that was offered.
But still having the nagging feeling that this just wasn't good enough for one of my Best Friends.
Plus I never got to ask all you wonderful blog buddies to please Buy the book. I should've had a contest - yeah a contest - i love contests!! for a signed copy of the book - after all I do know the author and all. So ok I've decided whoever leaves a comment here saying that they would like to read the book, i will enter in a drawing for a signed copy of the book. The rest of you nice folks will just have to go out and buy it for yourselves.

I met Patry many moons ago in Vermont. We were cocktail waitresses at a nightclub. We became fast friends- it was us against them. I was a vegetarian, she was a mother.... and a writer - a wonderful writer.
Luckily for both of us our careers there were not longlived and we both left Vermont shortly thereafter. Patry moved to Amherst with her 2 adorable boys and I tried out DC. After breaking up with my boyfriend in DC, I headed back to Vermont , but stopped in Amherst, MA to visit my friend, Patry, first. The rest as they say is history.

Last Jan. i received a call we'd been waiting for for awhile (but i always knew would come) and last Feb.2nd The Liar's Diary came out.

Yesterday the paperback came out- I'm asking all of you (over there on my blogroll) to please go buy the book( buy 2 - one for someone else) and blog about it too.

(And don't forget if you leave a comment that you would like to read the book, i'll enter you to win a signed copy in my little contest- just as soon as I get back from my vacation to Fla. - leaving on Fri. and since i have to work tmrrw. and pack (horrors!!) I'll pick the winner on my return (after Wed.) I'll be bringing my laptop and I might post from there if time allows.)

Blogging for Patry

From Litpark:

If you already know Patry Francis , I don't need to tell you what a wise and generous writer she is. If you don't know her yet, take a trip over to her blog, Simply Wait where she writes about her life with inspiring, unsentimental candor. Patry is one of the pillars in the writers community, who knows the long haul of writing a book and taking those rejections and reworking the book and knocking on doors - and somehow, even experiencing these blows, she manages to show grace and compassion and joy. One of the best thrills I know is to see folks who are both great writers and great souls get their breaks in the business. So when it happens to someone you love, someone you've been rooting for, and during the time of celebration, you find out they got diagnosed with cancer ,what do you do?If we could cure her, we would. We have to leave that to the doctors. But can we take up the job of promoting her book so she can focus on getting better? Yes, we can! Litpark loves patry francis. This is where you come in! On January 29th THE LIAR"S DIARY will be released in paperback.

And we're holding a huge, joint-effort blogging day for all those who want to show support for Patry, for cancer survivors, for writers helping writers, and for the strength and spirit of the blogging community.I'll tell you how. On January 29th, use your blog, your MySpace page, your Publishers Marketplace page, whatever you've got, big or small, and point people in the direction of Patry's book. You can even come to LitPark on the 29th and copy whatever I've posted and use it verbatim on your own blog. There will be photos, promotional videos, free books for folks who'd like to write reviews.

Barack Obama


I watched the speeches last night after the landslide victory of Barack Obama.
His speech was spot on - inspirational and telling it like it is.

The Clinton's speech - well, it was more of the same - posturing. Don't get me wrong; I actually like them. Was undecided between her and Barack for awhile and I liked Bill (liked him as president(economy good, no war), liked his personality - he is a Leo and he plays a mean saxophone).

But last night I made up my mind.

I'm just a little nervous because I'm not sure the Democrats can "bring it". Why are the Republicans so savvy/masters at disguise/i mean marketing. They get the moral majority bandwagon going there in the middle lands and it's all over for us idealists.
But then sometimes I can't even believe that we actually have a woman and a black man running. So who knows maybe the unbelievable can happen if you dream.; maybe things can happen if you dream.

(1/29/05 Footnote: Matt over at Nova Dad has a great post up on his Republican take on Obama, please go read. )


and i'm still awake writing this song .....(what song and who sings that?) Just Breathe by ? anna Nalick??

Well it was really 3:15 AM when the doorbell rang : I look at the clock and wait for my husband, who is sleeping in the next room, to get up. I'm assuming it's my stepdaughter stumbling in (instead at 2AM-her curfew) and thinking that someone locked the door by mistake and that well she can go around to the deck door (which is always open). The dog is making barking sounds and since noone else seems to be getting up, I do and go downstairs and look outside and see a police cruiser out front. I call up to said husband and he goes out- seems she left her headlights on ??? are our police overzealous or what. she slept thru this but now i am wide awake, tried reading but then decide to take a sleeping pill, hell i don't have to get up in the morning, right? Wrong

At 6:15 my son comes in to ask me if it is Sun. or Mon. (his alarm went off); i tell him to go back to sleep. Later at 9:30 when i awake I wonder if i dreamt that part but at breakfast he talks about it so i guess it did happen.

So even when i'm not suffering from insomnia I can't get any sleep around here.

And you think it's easy being me.


This weeks theme: Old Fashioned

Joke Friday

An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee. As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

He answered, "Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy."
"I'm a lesbian," the young woman replied. "I spend my entire day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women."

The two sat sipping in silence. A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cow boy?"

"I always thought I was," the old man replied, "but I just found out that I'm a lesbian."

This is precious!


We've got trouble - right here in River city. In way of an explanation for my scarce posting. I'm on my laptop with it's annoying broken space bar and i'm sitting at the kitchen island, not in my cozy upstairs den/computer room. You see my husband is sleeping in there because my 20 yr old step-daughter has decided to live with us and is back in her/his room. Oh it's too complicated and depressing to write about now with this broken spacebar and all so i'm going to bed before she stumbles in in a few short hours.

That was written last night in despair and then promptly taken down in the morning before work. I thought i would work on it but what is there to say really?

Joke Friday

A couple had been married for 25 years and also celebrated their
60th birthdays. During the celebration a fairy appeared and said that
because they had been such a loving couple all those years, she would
give them one wish each. The wife wanted to travel around the world. The fairy waved her wand and boom! She had the tickets in her hand. Next, it was the
husband's turn. He paused for a moment, then said shyly,
"Well, I'd like to have a woman 30 years younger than me." The fairy
picked up her wand and boom! He was 90.


Snow Day

Last chance

to sway my decision ( if I can make one) on the new name for my blog. "When I Grow Up" came from my 1st post and tho it has grown on me I think I know very well that ain't ever gonna happen. As Woody Allen says in ?which movie?.."I'm not going to live long enough to finish therapy." Also as I've mentioned before I'm tired of coming up on the google search for "When I grow up poems." These were the original contenders ; but I have settled on these (i think):

When The Spirit Moves You
Jersey Girl

Unfortunately even tho Spaghetti and Meatballs got the most votes and is kinda funny, my serious side just can't seem to do that one.
So I'm still taking votes and suggestions.

Well, i wrote this 2nd post in May and now here it is October again - time for a decision. This is from a year ago and since I just remembered that Jersey Girl is that awful movie with JLo, i guess i'm ditching that so it comes down to.... A) When the Spirit Moves You or B) the current "When I Grow Up".
or maybe Just Write since that unfortunately has been vacated.

Roar Award

Heart and Soul

My dear bloggin buddy, Suzanne, gave me this award.

Here's how the award works:
“Distribute this award to those people who have blogs we love and can’t live without, blogs where the writing is good and powerful.

Interested members can kick things off by publishing the award on their own blog,naming five people they would like to give it to, and accompany the image with three things they believe are necessary to make writing good and powerful.

The recipients then do the same, passing it on to five other people,and so on.”

Well obviously everyone over there on my blogroll but i'll follow the rules (Ipanema i saw you were already picked); and so without further ado....


Joke Friday

A nun walks into Mother Superior's office and plunks down into a chair. She lets out a sigh heavy with frustration. "What troubles you, Sister?" asks the Mother Superior. "I thought this was the day you spend with your family." " It was," sighed the Sister. "And I went to play golf with my brother. We try to play golf as often as we can. You know I was quite a talented golfer before I devoted my life to Christ." "I seem to recall that," the Mother Superior agreed. "So I take it your day of recreation was not relaxing?" "Far from it," snorted the Sister. "In fact, I even took the Lord's name in vain today!" "Goodness, Sister!" gasped the Mother Superior, astonished. "You must tell me all about it!" "Well, we were on the fifth tee...and this hole is a monster, Mother - 540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden green...and I hit the drive of my life. I creamed it. The sweetest swing I ever made. And it's flying straight and true, right along the line I wanted...and it hits a bird in mid-flight not 100 yards off the tee!" "Oh my !" commiserated the Mother. "How unfortunate! But surely that didn't make you blaspheme, Sister!" "No, that wasn't it," admitted Sister. "While I was still tryin g to fathom what had happened, this squirrel runs out of the woods, grabs my ball and runs off down the fairway!"
"Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!" sympathized Mother.
"But I didn't, Mother Superior!" sobbed the Sister. "And I was so proud of
myself! And while I was pondering whether this was a sign from God, this
hawk swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel and flies off, with my ball still clutched in his paws!" "So that's when you cursed," said the Mother with a knowing smile. "Nope, that wasn't it either," cried the Sister, anguished, "because as the hawk started to fly out of sight, the squirrel started struggling, and the hawk dropped him right there on the green, and the ball popped out of his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!" Mother Superior sat back in her chair, folded her arms across her chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said...
"You missed the fucking putt, didn't you?">

I guess I should get a motorcycle....

because I didn't get my "new job". I was hanging my hopes on that job being the jumpstart that i needed. Something new, something exciting.

Yeah, too bad my fear of falling would prevent me from ever getting a motorcycle, that and I don't have good hair for a motorcycle, for the windswept look.
But in reality I probably wouldn't have been able to take the job anyway, as it most certainly would've involved a substantial pay cut. I've been down this slippery slope before.

As I told the interview guy... "i'm trying to reinvent myself". And one of these days I'm gonna get it just right.

Is this my midlife crisis?

Today i got up begrudgingly, like i always do. Why is it that I can always sleep at 6:30 AM when the alarm goes off, but not at 2AM? Today though was going to be different. I had an interiew for a job today. A new job, a job I was excited about. I had laid out clothes the night before. I even packed up makeup to take with me to work. And after work i went into the bathroom and changed out of my scrubs and sneakers and into some "street clothes" and my stylish high heel boots. I even touched up my makeup and fixed up my hair. I walked into that interiew confidant and I think I pulled it off; we'll see at the end of the week - he said they'd call by Friday - Monday the latest for the 2nd string of interviews.

It's going to be a long week.


This weeks theme: Delicious

The Best medicine

It is the best medicine.
UTube not cooperating again else the video would be up here.

Joke Friday

Bob, a handsome dude, walked into a sports bar at 9:58 PM. He sat down next to a blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV. The 10:00 PM news was coming on. The news crew was covering a story of a man on a ledge of a large building preparing to jump.

Bob says, "You know, I bet he'll jump"

The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't."

Bob placed a $20 bill on the bar and said, "You're on!"

The blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy on the ledge did a swan dive off the building, falling to his death. The blonde was very upset, but willingly handed her $20 to Bob, saying, "Fair's fair. Here's your money."

Bob replied, "I can't take your money, I saw this earlier on the 5 PM news and so I knew he would jump."

The blond replied, "I did too, but I didn't think he'd do it again."

Bob took the money......

Mixed feelings

It was with mixed feelings that i took the Xmas decorations down this year. Usually I can't wait, let's get it over with - restore order, get back to my minimalist ways. But as soon as I started the dismantling I noticed how pale things were looking. No sparkle, no glitter, no shiny ornaments. And the worst of winter on the way - colder, grayer, starker.

A whole year before I see my angels and my cute little nutcrackers, not to mention my Martha Stewart decorations ( 2 gold colored decorated acorns that i hang in the front living room windows and 2 small icicle wreaths with white bows that hang in the back windows facing the sunroom. But wait I can just head on over to Mary's place for some shine.