Well, it sure has been awhile. There is always something to rip me away from the internet. There is also so many wonderfully mind-numbing places to troll online that it makes work nearly impossible. I mean really. Insomnia at 3 a.m. is much better served by online word games or trolling dust pics from ancient friends on facebook. Of course the latter comes with risk of accidentally "liking" a six year old post or pic in the wee hours of the morning. Because nothing says loser like trolling a semi-strangers old pics and getting all nostalgic in your sleep-deprived stuper.
I have been busy on all fronts. I have also found a renewed love of writing. I have hundreds of poems up under the the name PrttyBrd. I pop up all over the place. Peruse and leave comments good or bad, they are always welcome. In a weird and wonderful turn of events. I got published in a book entitled Stories of Music. Yes, I am now a paid writer. So I am doing a jig. There are so many projects in the works. I am working on two books of my own. One book is a poetry book that I believe will appeal to even the most ardent hater of poetry. Yep, it is a book of 10w poems. The other book is a novel. That's the one that makes me nervous, because i see it perfectly in all its thrilling splendor. Then, I take pen to paper and it isn't quite as colorful. Lol, I never expected it to be easy. However, I never expected to feel like I am incapable of forming a coherent sentence either.
I have a business partner and we are on our way in an awesome endeavor of artistic beauty. I will be posting links to his books, our pages, and soon my book (s) as well.
So, wish me luck. I plan on keeping you all posted. Hopefully, there are some of you left :)
Monday, November 30, 2015
Thursday, March 27, 2014
The Creature From the Depths of Hell
The following is a synopsis of my day in anxiety or AAAAHHHHHHH
Lol, so as I'm sitting at this blank screen yesterday morning trying to write that infernal bio, I hear ominous noises coming from my fireplace. I thought, bird. But a bird cannot get into the fireplace from the outside, so, no. I happen to mention the sound to everyone I came in contact with on the computer and phone yesterday, because it FREAKED ME OUT. It got louder and eventually moved away from the chimney into the side cabinets, scurrying the twelve foot span behind the fireplace in seconds. I barricaded each cabinet door with logs and winced at the scratching sounds of a desperate animal. I would have been happy to investigate, had people not mentioned rat or bat. I can live with bird or squirrel. Anyway, can you say xanax? Couldn't concentrate, refused to succumb to the magic pills and tried, without any degree of success, to maintain composure. I mean, how can I keep the kids calm if I'm not calm. so, I thought I was doing pretty good, attributing my stress to trying write. Haha! I had them fooled! Until...the youngest said, "I want to see the squirrel", and the boys went straight to the cabinet. Before they could reach for the log of safety, I screached at the to get away from that cabinet. cover blown. They were hysterical, so glad they found me amusing (hmmf).
Fast forward to about 4:30 ish. I believe I told you I have arthritis, nothing major, just a pain in the everything. Yesterday it was 40 degrees after being 80 for two days. My hands were in full rebellion. Keep in mind, I was absolutely stressed from this creature from the depths of hell in my walls, behind my fireplace, and trying to beat itself out of my barricaded cabinets. I swear, say rat to me and I about pee my pants. They are almost as bad as frogs. (remind me to tell you that lovely story) But I digress. I'm sitting at the computer, the boys are playing in front of the fireplace tracking the hell sounds with joyous laughter. And I reach for the phone, a simple enough act. I grasp it, but my hands didn't work. I couldn't even feel it. It slipped out of my hand, knocked over my glass of soda onto my keyboard, myself and the floor. Upon reaching its final destination, the phone shattered in a very loud and unexpected ruckus, to which the boys screamed and startled the creature who tried frantically to escape through every surface he could find.
That was it. I was an emotional mess. The kids were nuts with the creature flitting about my walls, I was trying desperately to save my keyboard, while my oldest attempted to clean the pieces of phone and reassemble it. I was so overwhelmed by the unexpected loss of hand function that I couldn't care less that the demon in my fireplace was banging hard enough to jiggle the log of safety, and I walked away from it all.
After I was calm, after everyone was home, and was ready for bed. Come to find out the creature was in fact a bird. The cutest little bluebird with pink breast. The kind that is almost electric blue in the sun. A rare find here, and my favorite to happen upon. I was heartbroken. He was so exhausted. He was not broken, thank goodness. And when we put him outside he flew. I will assume to safety. Poor little thing. Had I trusted my instincts in morning, we both would have had a much less stressful day. That's what I get for listening to people whose sole purpose in life is to laugh as I freak out. Thanks guys, appreciate the love. ugh.
I am now nice and calm, so that's a good thing.
Lol, so as I'm sitting at this blank screen yesterday morning trying to write that infernal bio, I hear ominous noises coming from my fireplace. I thought, bird. But a bird cannot get into the fireplace from the outside, so, no. I happen to mention the sound to everyone I came in contact with on the computer and phone yesterday, because it FREAKED ME OUT. It got louder and eventually moved away from the chimney into the side cabinets, scurrying the twelve foot span behind the fireplace in seconds. I barricaded each cabinet door with logs and winced at the scratching sounds of a desperate animal. I would have been happy to investigate, had people not mentioned rat or bat. I can live with bird or squirrel. Anyway, can you say xanax? Couldn't concentrate, refused to succumb to the magic pills and tried, without any degree of success, to maintain composure. I mean, how can I keep the kids calm if I'm not calm. so, I thought I was doing pretty good, attributing my stress to trying write. Haha! I had them fooled! Until...the youngest said, "I want to see the squirrel", and the boys went straight to the cabinet. Before they could reach for the log of safety, I screached at the to get away from that cabinet. cover blown. They were hysterical, so glad they found me amusing (hmmf).
Fast forward to about 4:30 ish. I believe I told you I have arthritis, nothing major, just a pain in the everything. Yesterday it was 40 degrees after being 80 for two days. My hands were in full rebellion. Keep in mind, I was absolutely stressed from this creature from the depths of hell in my walls, behind my fireplace, and trying to beat itself out of my barricaded cabinets. I swear, say rat to me and I about pee my pants. They are almost as bad as frogs. (remind me to tell you that lovely story) But I digress. I'm sitting at the computer, the boys are playing in front of the fireplace tracking the hell sounds with joyous laughter. And I reach for the phone, a simple enough act. I grasp it, but my hands didn't work. I couldn't even feel it. It slipped out of my hand, knocked over my glass of soda onto my keyboard, myself and the floor. Upon reaching its final destination, the phone shattered in a very loud and unexpected ruckus, to which the boys screamed and startled the creature who tried frantically to escape through every surface he could find.
That was it. I was an emotional mess. The kids were nuts with the creature flitting about my walls, I was trying desperately to save my keyboard, while my oldest attempted to clean the pieces of phone and reassemble it. I was so overwhelmed by the unexpected loss of hand function that I couldn't care less that the demon in my fireplace was banging hard enough to jiggle the log of safety, and I walked away from it all.
After I was calm, after everyone was home, and was ready for bed. Come to find out the creature was in fact a bird. The cutest little bluebird with pink breast. The kind that is almost electric blue in the sun. A rare find here, and my favorite to happen upon. I was heartbroken. He was so exhausted. He was not broken, thank goodness. And when we put him outside he flew. I will assume to safety. Poor little thing. Had I trusted my instincts in morning, we both would have had a much less stressful day. That's what I get for listening to people whose sole purpose in life is to laugh as I freak out. Thanks guys, appreciate the love. ugh.
I am now nice and calm, so that's a good thing.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Mother's Day 2013
Having four kiddies ages 15,9,7, and 3.5 makes life interesting, to say the least.
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My 7yr old made these lovely cards for Mother's Day. While I love the artwork, I couldn't help but notice these are very unhappy hearts indeed. The tears on the foil embossed card I found especially moving. So I asked him, "Honey, why are the hearts so very sad?" He responded quite matter-of-factly with, "because they got shot with an arrow", and after a second to ponder whether or not I could understand why that would make the hearts cry, he continued, "and that's gotta hurt". Very true my dear, it would definitely hurt to be shot with an arrow. Then he looked at me with his head tilted in thought, "but how else are you supposed to catch it so you can give it to someone else?"
I just love how his mind works. In a greater existential sense of things, yes you risk pain to love someone and have them love you in return. How else are you supposed to give your heart to someone else?
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My 7yr old made these lovely cards for Mother's Day. While I love the artwork, I couldn't help but notice these are very unhappy hearts indeed. The tears on the foil embossed card I found especially moving. So I asked him, "Honey, why are the hearts so very sad?" He responded quite matter-of-factly with, "because they got shot with an arrow", and after a second to ponder whether or not I could understand why that would make the hearts cry, he continued, "and that's gotta hurt". Very true my dear, it would definitely hurt to be shot with an arrow. Then he looked at me with his head tilted in thought, "but how else are you supposed to catch it so you can give it to someone else?"
I just love how his mind works. In a greater existential sense of things, yes you risk pain to love someone and have them love you in return. How else are you supposed to give your heart to someone else?
I Have Returned
Okay, now that my bun is now 3.5 and my house is as settled as it is ever going to get I will attempt to be back on here on a regular basis. Not sure if you've missed me, but boy have I missed you...story of my life.
Friday, February 17, 2012
I'm Grown and Still as Dorky as Ever
There comes a time when, as an adult, you realize that you will never grow up. After all, when you reach my nameless age, if you're still as dorky as ever this must just be who you are. I take immense pleasure in embarrassing my kids in public. I love to sing, though I have no talent. Unfortunately for them, I don't have much shame either. I'm all about hugs and kisses and will threaten public displays of affection to bend my oldest to my will. Hahaha, I am not heartless. However, as a teenager, it is way to expensive to bribe them into good behavior. I have found that just the threat of public humiliation works better and best of all, It's FREE. Of course, my kids must test me incessantly. I assure you, they have learned their lesson as I sang crappy impromptu opera at the mall one Saturday afternoon. It took maybe ten seconds to embarrass them into submission. *insert evil laugh here*
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Oh the moments of joy
Okay, so my first grader comes home all happy as usual. I go through his folder and find a very neatly written list of rules. As I read them, he proceeds to tell me how everyone in his class had to come up with rules for behavior. Apparently, the class had been unruly for awhile. So, they all had to write down the rules that the students came up with. There were the usual; "raise your hand", "wait your turn", "no kicking", "no name calling", etc. Then I come to one that made me take pause. I asked my son, though I really didn't have to, "which one did you come up with". Apparently, just as I thought, his was number fourteen. His rule, which is now on everyone's rule list being read by everyone's parents, states...wait for it..."Do not say ASS to the teacher". Hmmmmm. I'm so proud, hahahaha. Now, he is "that" kid and we are "those" parents. Ahhh the joy.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Redemption Revisited
It has been a very long time since I have posted on my little mini-drama. In that time, I have found a way to become close to and alienated from my little crush. My crush that took no time to grow into a friendship. It has become something I cherish, we both do. All caught up and still drawn together, we have laughed and cried and laughed until we cried. I would like to think that my little blue-eyed angel will be a part of our lives forever. Unfortunately, life is never truly that easy. There is a lot between us. Friends for life, for now it seems that way anyway. It has been a roller coaster at times trying to drudge through what could have been to get to a place that is settled firmly in the here and now. If I never go on fb again, I will always be thankful that it did what we could never seem to do in real life, bring us together. It's a means to an end I suppose. A way that the story has come full circle...almost.
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