Carys Weldon Blog
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
On the road againSex, drugs and rock and roll. (I just like to say that for some reason. Kinda rolls off your tongue and typing fingers, ya know?)I dunno why I think it every time I go on a trip to a writer's conference or something.
So, uh, I'm on the road again. This time to the Romantic Times Convention in Houston, Texas. I'm gonna see a few friends and fans there. Especially Brenda D. And Kay B.--can't wait! See you girlies tomorrow night probably.
Back to the original line of this post...
It really means the only thing I'm gonna get is a little rock and roll on the radio maybe.Damn, some things about traveling alone really stink. Ya know?
Well, I suppose I COULD pick up some sex and drugs on this trip. But who would be the supplier? Would anybody wanna hear if I DID? Would anybody care?
LOL Probably not.
I suppose there's no point in doing it if there's no one to brag about it to. Ya know?
Today, I'm gonna point you to Jennifer Ray's stuff:
http://www.myspace.com/scifi_jen
http://nashjar.bebo.com/
http://www.amazon.com/gp/pdp/profile/A23ZNGL704AW7O
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Have fun. And I'll see ya in OKC next week?
Hay your pohto is hot would like to see moor.
I like to hear all about your sex and drugs trip.was the sex hot and the drugs good?? So just brag .
mick
By 
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1:12 PM
Hi, Mick.
Thanks for the compliment. I clean up all right when I give it a little effort.
As for the sex at the convention...hm...I didn't get any but I know that a couple of my publishers ended up at LaBerra's which is a male strip joint. One chick got a lap dance (okay more than one) that added up to $375. One hell of a lap dance, I guess.
Someone made the joke that she'll probably find herself pregnant. The bar bill there went over $600. Crazy, huh?
I was invited but opted out. But who could have guessed the lap dancer would be so good that he would...well, you know.
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CarysWeldonblog, at
6:17 AM
Monday, April 23, 2007
The YaYa SistersThe YaYa Sisters
AND REMEMBER:
GOOD FRIENDS ARE LIKE STARS. YOU DON'T ALWAYS SEE THEM, BUT YOU ALWAYS KNOW THEY ARE THERE!!!!!!
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I am definitely one of the YaYa sisters — where did you get the one of me on a bike? (Well, it looks like me on a bike.)
About graphics... I just signed up for Picasa, the Google photo album service. It integrates very easily with blogs (it has a built-in blog this utility) and has loads of storage space.
By Emma Keigh, at
1:56 PM
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As I've mentioned, I'm setting up blog accounts, trying to get a system of organization, and trying to figure out what I wanna do with each blog I have. You know, aim some in specific directions so they aren't all as scattered in chatter as I've done here.
Forgive me for repeating myself--as I try to set myself straight. My wordpress blog is for author interviews and is currently called Writer's Help. I'll be posting articles and notes about how to write, and links that will help writers.
My Xanga blog is gonna be an ongoing "this is what I've published and what I have coming up" under my real name.
My livejournal blog is a Carys Weldon deal so it will have graphic language, etc. but I intend to keep that to sexual convo and my odd little thoughts about sex. LOL As you know, those come frequently.
And now I have suddenly realized that I have blogs at myspace. DUH. I am SO myspace challenged and I'm not sure why. I think it's because my third daughter set them up and I can't ever remember my passwords.
Any thoughts on what I should do on THOSE blogs? Give me some fun ideas, if you would. I don't wanna be boring. Life is boring enough.
Who reads a boring blog regularly?
There's a lady in one of my writer's groups that has the most, uh, SLOW blog in the world. She writes children's books and, I swear, oh well, never mind. You get the point. She will not be on my round of blog posting contests, I don't think, because I simply cannot point you there. I don't even wanna go there. Ya know?
I love the Write Snark blog. It is always interesting. Visually stimulating.
Man, I want to be stimulating to my readers. ;)
If only I could figure out how to post graphics. Everything graphic that goes on here comes through my web girl at J&J Designs. They handle my other websites--not the blogs, but the prettier websites.
Ah. And my .org and .net sites have just gone down so I gotta figure out how to get those back up. I MAY have to break down and go take a webpage making class or something. SIGH.
You know, I could read history all day. And I like classroom situations usually. But I just don't really wanna be a webdesigner. I'd rather spend my days writing lies. Er, tales of adventure and romance. You know what I mean. ;)
Off to blog elsewhere...on my own blogs. If you can find them and put them on your list and say what I blogged ON, that will be extra points to you when the blog contest ends in a week or so.
Check the archives. Follow the clues. Make a list. Check it twice.
Labels: blog, contest, stimulating, website
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I don't know about Xanga, but WordPress has a pretty easy feature for putting pictures in.
I don't know if any of my blogs are interesing or not. I don't worry about that much. I try to update 'em at least once a week, though. Some are duplicates, like my MySpace and Creatif. I just copy & paste the same things there.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
What Women Want and CLUESThis is, uh, a guide for men. So, if you're not a man, but have one in your life, maybe you'd like to point him toward this. I hope all men read this article and every link to each of the ten points the author makes.
http://www.googobits.com/articles/657-a-mans-guide-to-understanding-ten-things-women-want.html
You may have guessed...I obviously want to point my husband to this. The website is a little weird because there's a lot of ads. The title and set-up to the article is at the top, easy to read. But you have to skip the center ad links--and that's true on all the pages. The article seems good, though, to me. Good enough to share.
AND because I believe in fairplay, here's a link for women, so they can figure out how to figure out their man. http://www.relationshipheadquarters.com/ Check out the links to articles on the lower right side.
My mom left my dad after 24 1/2 years of marriage and she said that if she'd read the book Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, she never would have left him. Who knows? Just thought I'd point you to that because she swears it's worth reading.
Me? I haven't read it yet. I guess I'd rather sit around saying, "I just don't understand HIM." I mean, what the heck...he won't read it, so what's the point in me understanding what's wrong with us? Would he listen to me while I explain it? The whole world tunes me out, I think.
It's those damn type loop lectures I do, I know. Tune me out today, tune in tomorrow and you'll pick right back up in the same place I left off. I have my soapboxes and apparently I can't get off of them.
What can I do? I like to tell people where to go and how to get there.
Which seems like the perfect lead-in for more website links for the BLOG CONTEST.
1) The chick who owns this website posts more often here than anyone else. I thought I had blogged about her site first. (See how bad my memory is?) Cool pic of a sunset greets you. Because I definitely want you to go there, I'm just gonna make this easy and give you her link: http://www.jenifernipps.com/
Bonus question for your list/this website would be "What's the name of her work in progress?" She's mentioned it a couple times in her comments here. I want you to be looking for it when she gets it published. I totally admire Jen. She has vision problems and still works full time and writes. Amazing lady.
2)I gotta point you to this Epic author. The guy writes a little bit of everything like I do. SF, humor, romance, mystery and more. And I'm posting an interview of him on my wordpress blog today. So, this is one of those clues you have to actually work for. Find my wordpress blog and check out who it is. Links to his website will be at the bottom of the interview. Also, bonus question, what's the Double Dragon book he's got a cover on, front and center on his website.
Since that looks like a little work, I'll just leave you with the two websites (plus my other blog) to check out.
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Wow. More than anyone else, huh?
I guess I don't talk enough in real-time so I make up for it? lol
j/k
Oh. One more thing. Every so often, I change the picture on the front page to something new from somewhere in Oklahoma. I haven't been able to get in to change it lately so it's overdue for an update.
Jen N, do you have a link to your wordpress blog on your site? If it is, I think you should make it more prominent because I couldn't find it. I had to click on your link to Creatif here to find it. Also, the jennipps.blogspot.com link on Writersville goes to a Japanese site for car insurance!
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Historical urgeSo, um, I have to write something set before 1918--obviously a historical--for a contest in Little Rock. I couldn't come up with a thing all week. Too many other projects going, ya know?
But I woke up at 6:30 with a tale that WOULD NOT let me go back to sleep. Busy on that already, so I'll not stick around chatting here. Suffice it to say that the chick is being whisked away in the dead of night, nearly naked. Her toes are freezing. Who will warm her up?
(Haven't come up with a hero name yet.)
Gotta go read up on history so I know WHO was attacking my place at that time in history. Catch ya later!
Labels: historical, writing
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Have fun. :)
I've had more fun with my historicals so far than I ever had with my traditional high fantasy. :)
Friday, April 20, 2007
Blog contest cluesI haven't given up on that blog contest I'm running, in case you're wondering about that.
I set up a couple new blogs with the name Jennifer DiCamillo. One at Xanga and one at Wordpress.net and one at Livejournal. So, by all means, tune into those. I'm separating my thoughts. Wordpress is gonna be for writing related helps. I wanna interview other authors and provide helps/discussions on writing. So, if you're a writer and want to be interviewed email me privately.
Yesterday, on the xanga one, an author named Cheryl commented on my post about my first novel, The Price of Peace. Today, I went to her blog (link in her comment) and posted there. So, um, go, and see her site and put that on your list.
And somebody tell me how you post a comment that says my website underlined and then all people have to do is click on that to be taken there. I am SO challenged on stuff like that.
Anyhow, on the blog contest thing...if you check each of my blogs daily, and can put that on your list of what I talked about, I'll give you kudos or points or whatever toward the drawing at the first of May. You know, the one with the best list of blog stuff/visits is gonna get a gift certificate.
Labels: blog, contest, gift, livejournal, wordpress, xanga
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To make your website underlined, you have to use a little bit of HTML. So you'd use < a href="[your website addy]" target="blank" >[Your Website Name or addy or other text]< /a > (without the extra spaces before and after the brackets).
The part about "target="blank"" is optional. It'll make the page open up in a new window IF they don't have a pop-up blocker. Some sites (like Blogger comments) don't allow the "target" part, though.
9 times out of 10, if you see a link I've posted, it'll open in a new window.
Let me know when you get a WordPress site up & going. I'll add you to Créatif's blogroll.
1. "It's so long since I've had sex, I've forgotten who ties up whom."
Joan Rivers
2. "If it wasn't for pick-pockets and frisking at airports I'd have no sex life at all."
Rodney Dangerfield
3. "Sex is one of the most wholesome, beautiful and natural experiences that money can buy."
Steve Martin.
4. "My girlfiend said to me in bed last night' 'you're a pervert' I said, 'that's a big word for a girl of nine'."
Emo Philips.
5. "When I'm good I'm very, very good but when I'm bad I'm better."
Mae West.
6. "What's wrong with a little incest? It's both handy and cheap."
James Agate
7. "I think people should be free to engage in any sexual practices they choose; they should draw the line at goats though."
Elton John.
8. "My wife is a sex object. Evertime I ask for sex, she objects."
Les Dawson
9. "I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own."
Woody Allen
10. "A terrible thing happened to me last night again - Nothing."
Phyllis Diller
11. "The Love Bird is 100% faithful to his mate, as long as they are locked together in the same cage."
Will Cuppy
12. "Bisexuality doubles your chances of a date on a Saturday night."
Woody Allen
13. "My best birth control now is to leave the lights on."
Joan Rivers
14. "It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on."
Marylyn Munroe.
15. "Oh Lord give me chastity, but do not give it yet."
St Augustine
16. "The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutang trying to play the violin."
Honore de Balzac
17. "My love life is terrible. The last time I was inside a woman was when I visited the Statue of Liberty."
Woody Allen
18. "Happiness is watching the TV at your girlfriend's house during a power failure."
Bob Hope
19. "I'm glad I'm not bisexual. I couldn't stand being rejected by men as well as women."
Bernard Manning.
20. "I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was, 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath'. For three years my husband and I slept on bunk beds."
Joan Rivers
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
Involuntary Muscular ContractionsA Professor was giving a lecture on "Involuntary
Muscular Contractions" to his first year medical
students.
Realizing that this was not the most riveting subject,
the Professor decided to lighten the mood slightly.
He pointed to a young woman in the
front row and said, "Do you know what your ass hole is
doing while you're having an orgasm?"
She replied, "Probably deer hunting with his buddies."
The professor laughed so hard he could not continue
with the class.
(I wish I knew who to give credit to for writing this. It was sent to me by Brenda Domzalski. Thanks for giving us all a good laugh, Brenda!)
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Good thing I wasn't there... I'd have wet my pants (an entirely different problem with involutary muscle contraction).
By Emma Keigh, at
5:16 PM
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
BlogsToday, I have a goal to set up a couple more blogs.
I'm thinking that I need to separate some of my thoughts. You know, keep one to sex topics, one to family, maybe one that promotes writers and good writing.
Do you have any suggestions for other blog themes?
Also, I'm going to go in search of some of those automated dealybobs. The kind of thing that sends you a notice when someone updates their blog. Did you know that you can get a notice every time I update my blog, and the new comment or post will come straight to your inbox? And it will have a link to click that will let you comment with ease?
I dunno where to get that automated response but I'm looking. If you know, please point me to it.
Also, where do you think is a good place to blog? I blog here and at livejournal. Where else can I go?
(Yes. This IS the perfect opportunity to tell me where to go.)
And yes...where I blog should be added to your ongoing BLOG CONTEST LIST. If you don't know about the blog contest I'm running, please check the archives for the last month and get the scoop. I wanna give out gift certificates at the end of this month TO YOU.
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I'm subscribed to a couple friends' blogs via FeedBlitz. I think their site is www.feedblitz.com, but I wouldn't 100% swear to it.
Thanks, Jen.
Checking that out!
By CarysWeldonblog, at
8:28 AM
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Interpretive danceMissouri State University did an interpretive dance rendition of the poem Jabberwocky. My daughter went for 30 extra credit points. Normally, I like things like that and line-up my whole family for torture sessions.
Gimme violin concertos. The family sleeps in the row beside me while I'm enthralled by the plucking nuances of each string instrument.
Gimme opera. I'm fascinated by the depth and volume a singer can get. Love the staging. Anything on a stage, actually.
Except Sleeping Beauty done with the ugliest prince in the history of the world. (Yes. We saw THAT production. My kids still laugh at that ballet.)
I love men in tights. Take me out to the ballet. I danced as a child. Like...um...years. Ballet (yes, toe shoe ballerina stuff), tap, jazz, gymnastics. I was quite well educated in dancing for a girl whose mother called her GRACE as a joke. (We can examine my psyche another day over that alone.)
Anyhow, Chey says the show was a bit on the weird and mockable side. (NO surprise, right? I mean, hello. It's Jabberwocky in INTERPRETIVE DANCE. That screams MOCK ME, I WILL BE STUPID.) Or is that just us?
So, she said, they would FLAIL around and someone on one side of the stage would say in an airy voice "Jaaaaabbeeeeer" and then, real fast, a drum beat would pick up and someone on the other side would say, "WOCKY!" quick.
Yeah. That WAS the highlight. The most memorable thing about the show.
So, we get home. My oldest daughter called and said she was trying to come up with some kewl names for singles.net and other dating/online meeting sites. Of course, Chey suggests, how about "Jaaaaabbeeeer WOCKY!"
Needless to say, the girl did NOT go for that.
I said, "How about CHEEKY GIRL?"
It has several meanings and you know I love puns and entendre.
She liked it and then her friend (on speaker phone) says, "Um, but we're signing you up for the well behaved websites. Not the "Let's have cybersex ones."..."
Cheeky Girl is clever. She's got junk in her trunk. She's clever and witty. And has a great smile. And everybody likes her coming and going because of both her sets of cheeks. (Or so I believe. I'm her mother, what do I know?)
Anyhow, that's out. I came up with PrettyWittyNgritty. Guess that flew. Maybe in future, I'll jump into the dating saga of my oldest two daughters. One is an angel, well behaved. The other is, um, trying to remember where she put her halo and wings cause what's she's doing ain't flying.
Anybody else got dating stories? Or concert info?
Chey is going to Red Jumpsuit Apparatus next week. Tickets are $20 in Springfield, Mo. We were SOOOO disappointed to find that LUDO played in Branson on Prom night for only $8 a ticket. That was a HOLY CRAP. Even if you didn't know them, you'd almost wanna go listen just because concert prices that cheap are unheard of. Ya know?
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Sounds like your daughters took after you!!
By , at
1:33 PM
Yeah. Poor kids.
Nuts don't fall too far from the tree. Too many squirrels in the family not to find yourself a little squirrel. Ya know?
By CarysWeldonblog, at
8:29 AM
Monday, April 16, 2007
I survived promMy daughter's prom dress arrived on THE LAST TRUCK possible. But it DID arrive.
The girl looked amazingly beautiful in it and I'll post picture(s) as soon as I get some. Since you all followed the drama with me, I think you deserve to see what was worth all the hoopla.
The kid she went with, a boy named Nick, wore pretty much one of the most handsome tuxes I've seen in a long time. Totally beats the baby blue seventies wedding singer
look all to heck.
Here's something funny...wasn't at the time, but the last half hour we decided to do a bustle thing since the dress has a serious train on it. I did not have the appropriate color thread on hand. So, it was imperative that this quick sew job/fix work. I put some hook and eye style clips on the dress, but they had to be the monstrous ones because the dress material was heavy. Light material but so much yardage weighs in. Right?
Anyhow, we are talking serious quick fix. Sewing not pretty but adequate. One put on with white thread, another with red, a third with black. Yeah, my sewing supplies were slim. I have a box in the shed but we didn't have time to hunt or run up town for supplies--considering we'd spent the day looking for shoes, doing hair and nails, and buying other accessories.
Anyhow, her father had to crimp the big hook and eye things with his manly strength because they kept popping off. We were worried that they'd come loose and the beautiful dress would look tacky if the hardware holding the bustle was visible. Ya know?
So, we tell the date (this is the funny part)...okay, um, not that I'm telling you to look at her butt a lot but, you're gonna have to do a couple things tonight. ONE, keep an eye on her, uh, um, butt loops? (What else do you call them?) If one pops loose, you're either gonna have to help her put it back on...(the girl cringes, the boy's eyes pop out of his head, did I just give him permission to touch her butt...? YES) or tell her to go to the ladies room and fix her fanny. Whatever. But I'm not saying you HAVE to look at her butt, but if you don't, everyone else will.
(I rambled. I was unraveling from all the stress.)
Then, I said, "Oh, yeah, um, she has another problem. If someone doesn't remind her to "watch her butt hoop" that poofy skirt thing is gonna pop up and everyone at the dance WILL see her under scivvies. (skivvies?) So, um, you might wanna remind her on that, too, before she sits down."
The top hoop on the petticoat has to be lifted a tad in the back, or the whole bottom end flies up in the front. I was just warning him. (That's something to note, friends, if you or someone you know where's a hoop petti.)
So, Cheyenne tells him--the MINUTE they get in the car to drive away--with a giggling silly smile and her face averted out the window--"Uh, disregard EVERYTHING my mother just said. Ok?"
He was pretty quiet, trying not to laugh, but said "Uh, yeah. Sure."
But, she said "The whole night, he walked behind me and I KNOW he was thinking about my butt and what you said."
I replied, "But, um, you had no flashes or problems or anything. Right?"
"No! He did his job, Mom! You are SO bad sometimes."
"Wait. Did he HAVE to touch your butt loops or hoop?"
"No! But he kept an eye on them, I think." She laughed. "It was really pretty funny because every time he let me go ahead of him, we were both thinking about what you'd said, and it was just...well...too funny. We spent the whole night averting eyes and trying not to laugh."
In other news, my homecoming queen's stalker was there WITH ONE OF HER BEST FRIENDS, a girl who has moved to another school district and desperately wanted to go to prom at her old school. Apparently, the kid had stalked her in 8th grade in much the same way. AND bought her a $100 necklace at one point, that he bought for her in Paris on one of those summer trips with other students...which she has given away. That girl ditched him and he ended up chatting another girl up the whole night.
Another girl showed up in a short skirt, knee high combat boots and 3 inches of cleavage showing. My daughter asked her date, "What would you have done if I'd been dressed like that?"
He said, "Um, had a family emergency. I'm glad you look great."
I guess she had a pretty good time because there were several guys at her table making comments about how good she looked. (and we got to hear about it, of course)
One guy kept turning to Chey's date and saying, "Dude. Your date is seriously hot. Are you looking at her?"
Well, the answer is yeah, and he can't hardly form two words because...what do you say when you walked in with the most popular girl in the senior class and every other guy in the place is saying to her, "Geez. You look great." and "You are hot tonight." And "Dude did you notice?"
I didn't even know they were still saying DUDE. Or saying it again. When did that come back in?
Cheyenne blushed when she was telling us. She is NOT arrogant ignorant. She said it was embarrassing but in a good way. She asked, "What was I supposed to do when other guys were saying, "Dude, your date is hot tonight" over and over again...?"
I asked, "Um, so what DID you do?"
"Looked away. Happy, but totally embarrassed."
Hanging on every word whispered. (YEAH)
Anyhow, it went well. What will I blog about when that kid leaves home?
My son will have to get a life. Or I'll have to go back to sex chat.
That disturbs me to have those two lines follow each other.
Um. So, I'll quit here.
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YAY!! I'm so glad it worked out! And the butt loops story is just too funny. :)
I'm glad the dress showed up!
What a beautiful evening. it couldn't have gone any better for her. I'm so happy, even if it did cost you, mom and dad, a couple of days of stress, pain, and wanting to thump that gal who made the dress.
Can't wait to see the pics.
We can't find our little plug in thingy for the digital camera. Heaven knows when we'll get them uploaded. (sigh)
I really do wanna post a pic of that dress and her in it.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
8:30 AM
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Prom DramaSo, um, as you know the greatest drama in my life at this time is my youngest daughter. The homecoming queen that had a stalker two months ago and was in the near death accident a year and a half ago?
Well, it isn't over yet. And I'm the fat lady that ain't singing.
I ordered her a specially made prom dress from China. It was cheaper to do that than get a ready made of the same style on a rack in the US. $400-500 versus under $200. That's a big difference if it's coming out of your pocket. And that's the price before you add shoes or hairdo or nail job, flowers, and pictures and heaven knows what else.
I spent all day yesterday in panic because the dress had not arrived. Did NOT arrive. So, we spent all day yesterday driving around, looking for a dress. First, I looked with my husband--who is the ultimate checkbook and naysayer on this. Second, we took the daughter to see the things we thought MIGHT work for her. Of course, there was nothing cheap in the country.
Here we are, the morning of the prom, and the dress is not in our hands. No dress is in our hands. I went to bed with thoughts/dreams of air brush painting or dying last year's dress and adding applique pieces from the fabric/hobby store to the bodice to add some bling and change the look. Yes, I'm getting creative. Or desperate.
The thing that annoys me most over this whole thing is...I am a GREAT seamstress. I'm just too damn lazy. I got out of the habit of sewing because the place I live now has no room to spread things out for cutting and organizing the pieces to anything that is a big project, like a fluffy prom dress. I could have saved myself a ton of money and worry and just sewn one of these up in, yes, only a few days. Instead, I've suffered weeks of "what if it doesn't get here on time" and not to mention the hours of torture yesterday where I literally rubbed blisters on my feet from walking the stupid mall more than once.
It appears the dress from China left Shanghai on Wednesday. (It was supposed to be here Tuesday.) It arrived in Chicago two days ago, got out customs yesterday before noon. As of bedtime last night, the dress was again in "who knows where limbo" but this a.m., the tracking slip says it is enroute to Springfield.
So, it will likely be in Springfield today, if it isn't here already. BUT that doesn't mean I'll see it before Monday. I am counting the seconds until the local post office opens so I can call and see if I have to go up and buy a dress today, or dye, or whatever. I know I have to buy shoes and hair pieces. But you can't buy those in advance until you know what dress you're wearing, so...it's gonna be a great day.
It's raining like crazy here, so you know that's gonna be a pretty thing to waltz through in a formal and stilettoes.
The hem and heels will certainly be mud-bogged. SIGH.
I'll try and post pictures or something of the final outcome.
LOL
My sense of humor is kicking in. The picture may be me at a bar. ;)
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How did it work out? I've had my fingers crossed for you guys just 'bout all day.
I'm dying to know how it worked out too!
I would love to know how it worked out for you. This is the type of thing that happens to me all the time. Conforting to know I am not alone.
I want to know how it came out also...I have been checking and checking..I am wondering if you are able to type?????
As you now know, I survived the day. Whew. Glad that's over.
I am SO excited to see some new names of people posting on this blog. You are in the monthly drawing! Good luck!!!!
By CarysWeldonblog, at
8:32 AM
Friday, April 13, 2007
My mistakesYesterday's mistakes aside, (still feeling bad about missing up Feed the Children and United Children's Fund)--I have plenty of others.
I'm feeling like a total failure as a mother.
My daughter's prom dress has not arrived and the dance is tomorrow.
I ordered it special from China because they swore it would be here by April 10th. It is still not here and the local post office says it is not in their bins. SO, I am a bad mom. I have failed my daughter.
But the dress was $162 on Ebay and the same dress off a rack here in the US was $495 and I just didn't have that much money.
So, now, the date has a tux with maroon on the shirt. We have to find a dress that will work with that, and still pray the original dress will show so we can take the one I have to buy today back.
BUT any dress I could afford NOW will be on a clearance rack and nonreturnable, most likely.
I need you to apply all your positive energy into this dress thing. Pray or meditate that the paid for one shows up and that I find a fair substitute my daughter won't hate me over--just in case.
Else, if the posting here stops, you'll know someone shot me.
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
FEED the ChildrenI stand corrected. And I'm terribly sorry that I had my facts backward. I WILL check them in future before quoting something like a percentage or naming a company/organization. Please accept my apology.
Wikipedia (agrees with the poster that chewed me out for my last post) and says that 89% of every dollar given to Feed the Children goes to program services (childcare, food, medical, disaster relief, education and community development).
I had to DIG FURTHER because I knew that one of the big charity organizations had been caught in fraud. Firefighters and UCF. Don't slam me for this mention. Go read: http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm/bay/content.view/cpid/94.htm
Here's some advice for checking out organizations that ask for money to help hungr y children: http://www.consumerwebwatch.org/dynamic/non-profit-investigations-hungry-for-answers.cfm
Here's an interesting blog on all sorts of scams: http://www.mcgees.org/2004/04/12/the-scam-post/
I did not read other posts on this blog and am not condoning the blog itself, just pointing you to other reading material on the topic of scams.
When I GOOGLED scam/hungry/children, I was disturbed to see that some people had coached their children to fake being retarded so they could scam the government. What IS this world coming to?
And, honestly, I LOVE to know who is posting. Put a name to your comments if you will. And know that I don't ever post wrong statistics/info on purpose. And I AM OKAY with you telling me when I'm wrong. Just point me to the evidence. K? And understand that none of us are perfect.
Now, do you think I should completely remove my original post of the day?
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So, I was sitting in a motel in Virginia Beach last month, curling my hair before I went out to do my speaking thing at Epicon (ebook conference) and there was a preacher by the name of Peter Popoff doing a tv evangelical show. )I think I mentioned this before but there is a new development in the story.)
He said "Call my 800 number and I'll send you some miracle water free."
Well, hell. I need miracles and miracle water and if it's free, why not?
It arrived quickly. Supposedly, the water comes from a spring in Russia that is reported to be pretty special. Lots of people died after the Chernobyl accident but people who drank from this spring didn't get cancer or get sick. Or so it's reported.
Sounded good to me--because I wanna be a believer in miracles, etc. I drank it without question, and read Mr. Popoff's letter. It said send money for his book. I sent the $17 but haven't received the book yet.
A few days later, I got another letter from him with a little piece of metallic ribbon that I was supposed to tie around my wrist for a night and mail back. Again, with a check. I sent it back but mentioned in my letter that I didn't have any money, sorry. Technically, the letter said to write a check. I know he wanted me to mail it, but it didn't say I HAD to mail it.
Then I got another letter with a little packet of dead sea salt (supposed to put a few grains on my tongue three nights in a row) and it was accompanied by a request for a $27 seed money deal. I forced my family to listen to that whole four page letter on Easter and asked them what they thought. My husband said, "What the hell, send him money. He obviously needs it."
I always think it's funny when a preacher says "Send your money to the Lord" then gives you THEIR address.
With that in mind, I balked. I mean, it's obvious that every letter is asking for my money--of which I am not overflowing already. I went on the internet and read The Amazing Randy's discussion about what a crook Peter Popoff is. But he badmouthed a lot of good people on his website so I didn't really care what he thought. The bottom line was...as much as I like to show some faith, I just don't have money to send away to strangers.
It's like...I would LOVE to feed all the starving people of this world but when I read a report that said 90% of the money sent to FEED THE CHILDREN is used for administrative costs--meaning the people organizing the deal--not in the purchase and shipping of food--I stopped sending money to them.
Also, I'll be honest...I would rather feed the local children. I know a ton of low income people right here in my own area.
That said, I was the first one to haul supplies and money down to the Katrina and Tsunami relief efforts that were put together here. And I've donated to our local food bank, etc. And my church regularly does donations for the troops and women's shelter in our area, so I'm always trying to support those efforts, too. I don't want you to think I have no spirit for giving.
I didn't want you to think I have no desire to serve my community or my higher power's interests. BUT I got a new letter from Popoff yesterday. This one is asking for $200.
TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. My eyes almost POPPED OFF my head. And he is calling it my OBEDIENCE GIFT. Obedience gift to God.
I thought I balked a week ago over the $27 request. I am returning the enclosed envelope with prayer requests but this time I've noted that I'll have to donate service time in lieu of the $200.
Do you think that's a fair offer? I mean, I really don't have $200 running over my cup.
I think that people should serve their higher power (God?) by serving others. If financial aid is where they need served, so be it. I believe that needs are met sometimes by unexpected sources. I'm willing to be that for someone. I'm gonna let an unseen force (God? Spirit?) direct me to where I should do this service.
I'm thinking...if you, any of my readers/friends needs help with something that I can help with, let me do my service for you. Email me privately at jenntherichwriter@centurytel.net or carys@carysweldon.com and give me your request.
What can I do? Hm. I can edit something for you. I can give you advice for your writing. Some of you know my "other gifts" and know that I already volunteer on that level, and help where I can with that.
Give me your opinion on donations, service, tithing, etc. Do you do that sort of thing? Do you think it's a scam?
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You have it backwards about Feed The Children.
86 cents out of every dollar they received GOES TO FEED CHILDREN>
Only 11 cents goes to administrative costs.
Please get your information straight before you start slandering worthwhile charitable organizations.
By , at
7:51 AM
Shows of faith aside, the guy sounds like a scam artist. I'd really not send him anything else.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Unleash your creativityMy favorite tarot reader, Maiden of Mysteries (Keen.com) sent this to me and I thought you might be interested in unleashing your own creativity so I'm sharing. It follows my comments about depression and takes it through to something positive.
Acknowledge the separation between your true soul gifts and your mind. In his book, The Power of Now Eckhart Tolle shares his powerful transition from being suicidal, homeless, and hopeless to becoming enlightened and inspired to follow a devout spiritual path. He explains that there was one fatal night where he was ready to commit suicide, painfully feeling that he could not stand living with himself one more moment. In articulating that thought, he realized that if he could not stand living with himself, somehow he was not his mind; there was some kind of division in who was. If there was a part of him that could not live with himself, that part was pure and longed for something more.
Create a ritual. If you can create some kind of special ritual that you consistently follow to invoke your true creativity when you begin the creative process, your mind will get the picture. Light a candle, meditate, visualize yourself as a spontaneous child, pray, fingerpaint. Whatever your ritual is, make it a habit. Teach your mind that when you invoke this ritual, you are transitioning out of everyday life into a sacred process.
Sigh, surrender, and give yourself up to "It". There are many quotes from brilliant creators who have known that they were not in charge. Figure out what your "It" is; that is, determine the force that is truly behind your creating and give yourself up to it. Everyone's "It" will be different, but the point is that we must truly absorb the fact that we are not in charge of what we are creating. For some people, the art form itself holds the power. For others, it is their personal Muse. It also may be God, nature, the universe, the inner child, a powerful symbol, the memory of someone who has passed away, or anything else that you feel can be a vessel for your raw brilliance.
Author Madeline L'Engle says, "The story knows more than the artist knows."
Painter Pablo Picasso said "Painting is stronger than I am. It can make me do whatever it wants."
What do YOU say?
Labels: art, creative, depression, muse, suicide, writing
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hey---just wanted to thank you, Carys, for the $10.00 prize. i really appreciate the fact that you honor wins at your site---and that I WON !!!!!!-thanks again, jackie
By , at
1:36 AM
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
(kids and their) JokesI've said it a million times--I have five kids. Sometimes that is five kids too many.
I'm sure you've noticed the trend in jokes that has gotten so popular that there is a television show where people from different "hoods" step up to sling the stupidity. I'm talking about YO MAMA jokes.
Unfortunately, my kids are no better than the rest of the country and have taken to replying, "YO MAMA" to everything.
What happened to the old days when saying something about someone's mama was off limits and could get your butt kicked? That's what I want to know.
So, my son and daughter are fighting over doing the dishes. It's a no brainer. He's supposed to do them one day, and she does them the next. Seems simple to keep track of, huh? Except I'm no Nazi. I let them slide here and there and work it out between them if someone has something else they HAVE to do.
But the other day when the standard "They aren't my dishes" convo came up, my daughter, as always came out on top. She's more stubborn. He's maybe too easy going. She says, "Uhuh. I'm not doing them. Period. End of story." When he starts to argue, she cuts him off with, "I said PERIOD. Do you want me to go into that?"
Okay. Now, no boy with four sisters ever wants to get into it with a girl if she says the word period. Usually, it can get too much information passing hands. He doesn't want to know about a period, if it's coming, going or in full swing. And, he doesn't want to fight with a girl, period, because HIS MAMA is almost always on the girl's side.
So, he throws up his hands and yells, "This stinks!"
And my darling daughter, glad that she won the argument, and wanting to make him smile now that she's getting her way says, "YO MAMA STINKS."
It gets the desired grin from him. But I have to perk up from what I'm doing and say, "HEY! YO MAMA doesn't stink!"
That gets them both snickering louder. And I have to insist, "Defend me, boy! YOU NEVER let someone dis yo mama. Not even if the disser is your sister."
He turns to me and says, "It was pretty funny."
I reply with, "Not half as funny as watching you do dishes the rest of the week. Defend my honor!"
Stubborness now comes out. He says, "What if I don't? You didn't defend me when she was insisting I do the dishes."
"Because it's your turn!"
The girl slips in, "Because it's yo mama's turn."
"That's right," he says.
I don't do dishes. At least, not unless I have to. I'll do them again when the kids leave home...maybe. I'm big on eating out and take-out and pizza delivery. Ya know?
So, there I am, the butt of yet another joke and I have no defense. Such is my life.
There is no defense when you set yourself up (by giving birth?).
So, uh, know any good YO MAMA jokes? Or better yet, your kid(s) jokes?
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Okay, it was funny. Both them, and you!
Monday, April 09, 2007
Blog contestI posted a recipe on Mary's blog at:
http://marysbooksblogger.blogspot.com/
Go. Put a recipe on her blog.
Maybe one of us will win.
Or go and check out my recipe.
It's really simple and good.
Put it on your blog contest list.
Bonus question would be...what is my recipe for?
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Hello! Thank you for the message. It was great to meet you at the con. I especially loved the sketch you did for me. I showed it to my writer friend and she's a little jealous I think. She wants to start going to cons to get sketches from writers now.
I'd love to do a cover for you. That would be great. Just let me know. Talk to you later.
Keep smilng!!
--Will
By Will Terrell, at
11:02 PM
My friends and I were having lunch last week and we got to talking about depression and counseling. I am sad to say that too many people suffer from mind numbing depression. I honestly don't know anyone who hasn't dealt with it at some point in their life. Some people deal with it daily.
I love to talk philosophically, ask questions about "what would you do if...?"
So, a couple things came up.
1)If you were depressed and someone asked you to rate that on a scale of 1-10...and you said 10 because you'd thought about suicide (daily)before you got out of bed...and they replied that you couldn't possibly be a ten since you were out of bed, what would you think?
My friends, who have both been THERE said...On a ten day, you can't kill yourself because you're too depressed to do it. On a nine day, could you do it? I don't think so, because you struggle with how, and your guilt for all the things that have you depressed are ruling your brain too much. You know, you can't shoot yourself in the head or slit your wrists because someone will see the mess and have to clean up after you one more time, and guilt and fear of it are paralyzing. Ditto with nine days being the days you sit around and cry too much to really think.
Or would it be a 7 or 8 day? The days you actually feel good enough to think and process and reason out how to do it...?
Or would it be a 5 or 6 day? One of those days where you actually smile at points thinking of all the good reasons to be "out of here." And how relieved others around you would be if they didn't have to deal with your mood swings and crying jags?
I think it's important to discuss issues like this because some people (health care professionals and family, maybe) don't realize that it isn't the day you can't get out of bed that is the day to worry. It's the day that comes after several of the 8, 9, and 10 days. The day when you feel good enough to change your life.
Now, ideally, we have a support system that takes care of us somewhere in the middle of this, that helps us through the days that are dangerous. On 5, 6, and 7 days, get out of the house, meet with friends, go to places where people are, like a mall, and do something mindless like window shopping and or look at cars and houses and dream build.
This is just a theory my friends and I came up with on how best to deal with those middle days. I try to bury myself in a story. Usually a book I want to read, or write. You know, a fantasy world that has NOTHING to do with my real life.
2) Another question that was asked was, "If you knew you only had a year to live (or less) what would you do?"
Unequivacably, the three of us said, "Well, I sure as hell wouldn't diet another damn day."
I've been thinking about that. (over and over again because I'm obsessive compulsive, all or nothing)
If I was dying today, or on a set day and knew it, I'd write letters of love and apology to my family and friends. You know, tell them how much they meant to me and apologize for any of my failures. And I'd probably want to take some one on one time with each of them and give them presents, shower attention on them, so they'd always have that one last day to remember me in a sweet way. Ya know?
One of my friends thought she was going to die a few years ago and she took all her money and bought a very cool vacation and traveled alone. She's still here, alive, and talks about how it was the best thing she'd ever done...because she is a giver personality and she needed to do something for herself once and for all.
My mom bowled the whole time I was growing up and she told me that those 2-3 hours each week on that league was the only thing she ever did for herself, but that it kept her sane.
I guess my point today is to encourage you to take time for yourself. Think a little bit about what you need to stay sane. Take time to show the people you love that you love them and that you value your time with them.
Give me your two cents. What do you think about the depression scale? What would you do if you knew you only had a short time to live? Would you go to work? Would you clean house? Would you go for a drive and look at the scenery? Would you sit quietly and write letters?
Sometimes I think I'd write letters of forgiveness and other times I think I'd write certain people some notes of "I died thinking you were an ass." Or "I went to my grave thinking that you did more damage to me than anyone else I'd ever known. I wanted you to know that I thought you were horrible and never forgave you."
Then, of course, I think I better pray and meditate on that because, bottom line, I want to forgive everyone, including myself, for all mistakes made. I want to love and be loved, and spread that message everywhere I go. BUT some days, on those 5, 6, and 7 days, I think "I'm not going down alone." LOL
Am I alone in this? (The answer is NO. I have at least two friends who struggle with the same dilemmas.)
Any thoughts?
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Funny/odd that you post this on a day where I'm primarily working on mental assessments in transcription.
I haven't met a pdoc yet who doesn't ask for a patient's rating of their depression on a scale of 1 to 10. Some have 1 being the worst, some have 10 being the worst. They're consistent among themselves, though, so that's what counts.
In doing mental assessments for Social Security, there have been a few times we've called the hospital ER and (on one occasion) even the police to get someone EOD'd. These were people who had actually rated their mood as a 5 or 6 but had very detailed plans on what they were going to do to kill themselves. One had even planned to take her favorite grandson with her. I kid you not.
You are so very right that the 7-10 days aren't the ones where someone is likely to do something. It's usually on 4-6 days.
As for me, I can only say I think I've experienced mild depression on a couple occasions but not chronic nor persistent. I've only once (that I can recall) thought of suicide but that's been it.
Thanks for agreeing with me, Jen!
By CarysWeldonblog, at
8:51 AM
Well, ya know, it's easy to do when it's backed up by science and practice. lol.
Seriously, though, you're right on. :)
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Happy Day!I went out after midnight last night, looking for eggciting things, you know, Easter basket goodies, hoping they'd go on sale. But, alas, they were picked through and expensive.
My youngest kids are 15 and 18. I thought maybe they'd be too old for Easter Bunny stuff so I left it to the last minute. Until my 18 yr old said, "I'm coloring eggs. You are too. Get over here." (to her brother) and to me "You've been shopping, right? This is gonna be a great Easter. Right?"
It was five to midnight. I thought I was gonna get away with NOTHING. But, as usual, I was wrong.
HaHa. My husband laughed at me for thinking we could get out of it. Asking me as we drove to Walmart and Walgreens at 1 a.m., "Now, if someone asked you if you would like whoever to stop bringing you gifts like baskets full of candy, would you say, YEAH STOP...?"
This is actually a replay of what I said to him in December. For some reason, he thinks the kids will stop wanting to celebrate that with us. DUH. (Sometimes we get stupid. Like me on the basket thing this holiday.)
Presents. Candy. Bring 'em on!
Religion warning.
On Christmas morning, I insist on discussing my beliefs with the kids, making them repeat what I call "The Christmas Story" to me before we open gifts. You know, the reason for the season, the original gift giving story.
So, this morning I am also thinking about things of that nature. AND about some of my friends of other faiths. I know pagans who celebrate a fertility festival this time of year. I know atheists that like to give/get candy this time of year, too. And I know Jehovah Witnesses that don't do the holidays at all.
Whatever your personal beliefs, I hope you have a wonderful day with your family.
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Happy Easter!
I don't celebrate Easter as a religious holiday, but anything that gets me two extra days off is just fine with me. Unfortunately, I'm not at home to participate in the family dinner this year. I think I'll have to go buy myself some candy later today, though.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
New Postcard!!!
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I really like this postcard.
Blog poster winner for March is Myrtleme: Jackie Young.
I've had a snafoo with my newsletter contest entries. The folder in my inbox disappeared, so I'm gonna select a second blog poster: Emma Keigh.
EMAIL ME with your preferences on gift certificates. What do you want? Paypal cash transfer, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, or one of my publisher's? (Prize is valued at $10)
I swear, I won't lose the newsletter folder for April. IF I find the March emails, I do another drawing. (Geez. I've been surfing through inbox files for, I kid you not, 3-4 hrs looking for that.)
Get ready. Newsletter coming today. Remember to answer the question via email to me so you can be in on another drawing.
There is still time to surf the archives of this blog and go to the blog websites. I'll probably give you more places to go to next week.
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Congrats to the winners!!!!!
Friday, April 06, 2007
Holy Crap!It's DAYS into the new month and I haven't done a drawing! Why didn't somebody remind me. And to send out my newsletter!!!!
(rolling my eyes)
The world gets away from me regularly.
Remind me about this sort of thing, dammit.
Scream WE WANT A GIFT CERTIFICATE! WE WANT A NEWSLETTER!
(Will be working on those today. Hopefully, I'll have those out by tomorrow.)
Geez. I can't believe nobody said, "Hey, didn't I win something?" Somebody should have!
Blog posting contest goes to the end of April. But my standard POST ON THIS BLOG and answer the newsletter question still gives gift certificates monthly.
Hold on to your horses, everybody. You may be a winner by Easter dinner!
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Just speaking for myself, I can say I didn't think of it thanks to finishing the first draft of one project, starting edits, beginning a second project (same family 100 years later), readinglike crazy, family, and work stuff. lol.
You really think there's room in my head for anything else?
Well... There might be at that, but I wouldn't really count on it. :)
Left and right, I'm being asked for W-9 forms. I hate taxes and think they are unconstitutional, personally. I mean, who represented me and insisted on that crap? If it were up to me, the tax system would be simple. Ten percent of wages, and profit from corporations, etc. with no loop holes. Tips would NOT be taxable.
To the other topic...
This last week, a man I knew passed away. A really good guy named Bobby. He was my son's scout master a year or so ago. One of those guys that worked his butt off for anything he committed himself to. He left a wife, and a son and daughter behind. He was in his early fifties and died of a pulmonary embolism.
When I think about his passing, I want to cry. Mostly for his wife and kids. But also for me, and my church congregation. I mean, this is a real loss. A man who loved the world. I just wanted to put a quiet little tribute to him here.
They (people at my church) don't know my pseudonym, so I'm not putting his last name here but he'll know that I thought of him. I believe that "the other side" hears our thoughts, especially when the thoughts/emotions refer directly to them.
I think it's important to send up positive energy to let those who've crossed over know that we're thinking about them. I mean, how sad would it be to die and then find out that no one cared about your going, or missed you?
Which makes me think about my grandparents. I think about them all the time, and how things they said and did have colored my world. That's a great little cliche, don't you think? I wish I could think of other metaphors that wonderful. (Feel free to throw some out, or add a tribute to someone you care about.)
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Thursday, April 05, 2007
Toilet PaperI dunno who wrote this fine piece of work but it was in my inbox today and it is pre-empting all other things I thought I might say. (My apologies if you've seen it before.)
THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror
Complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so,
he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take
piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet
Paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
"How long will this take?" I ask. "They will grow
Larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I
Stop. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet
Paper between my breasts every day will make my
Breasts larger over the years?" Without missing a beat
He says, "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy,
He may even walk
Again. Stupid, stupid man.
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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
FFL and waking looking sexySo, I overslept today. That was after a serious attack of insomnia. I take (prescription) piroxicam to help me sleep WITH tylenol pm and nyquil capsules every night. It works so well that I still get up at least five times a night and toss and turn. So, last night, when I was awake from 3-4 (after going to bed at 11), I thought...darn, I GOTTA get some sleep. So, I took more plus muscle relaxers. I still woke up to go the ladies room but I stayed in bed, overall, until 10 a.m. It felt good to get some rest.
I guess insomnia is a side effect of my fibromyalgia, brought on by the muscles spams and everything else. So, I know I'm not alone in struggling with the sleeping/resting issues.
Anyhow, that got me thinking about something that used to be a joke. When I was skinny, we had a friend who was a cop. Nice, tall guy. (Okay, he was a cop, and a bit of a butthead but always nice to me.)
He liked to swing into my house and chat with me--when Tony was gone. His wife and I were great friends. I swear it never occurred to me that the guy was looking for an affair. At least, not for years.
He would arrive after my husband left for work. Usually 5-15 minutes after Tony pulled out of the drive. He'd talk about how he and his wife had problems, which I knew all about. I counseled him a lot on how to be good to her and what she wanted.
I was/am so in love with my husband that it never occurred to me that this guy was hoping for something more from me. My husband rotated shifts. Sometimes he worked, days, then swing, then graveyard. I slept when he did. And we were young. We almost always had sex before he walked out the door.
My husband used to tell me that I always looked sexy, especially when I just woke up. THEN a friend of mine (female) used to laugh at me and say, "Holy shit. I swear to God you always have the FFL."
Me, clueless, had to ask...what's the FFL?
Freshly fucked look.
She asked, "Don't you two ever go a day without it?"
The answer was no, and usually multiple "friendly" moments.
(I will say we're slowing down a little in our old age.)
Anyhow, when I told this friend about the guy that always came by, she rolled her eyes and said, "Are you THAT naive?"
Yes, I was. I mean, he was husband to my best friend at the time. Right? And I was totally in love with mine. I have never made a secret of that.
So, she sat me down and explained the FFL that I had on my face pretty much 24/7. She also said "It doesn't help when you go on and on about how great your husband is, and in bed, too. Stop teasing the guy."
That had me asking my husband what he thought. He stared hard at me for a few minutes. I know that's because it always amazes him that a genius IQ doesn't always translate to full understanding of concepts the rest of the world is totally hip on.
"You always look sexy. And when I leave you, you have this amazing pleasured look in your eyes.' (Because we've just done things.) "If he's showing up after that, then the guy is totally turned on by the sexually satisfied look on your face."
Since then, he's explained more on the subject. But who knew? I had no clue. In fact, I didn't believe it until one time the guy said something that was way over the line and it all clicked into place. (I know. Sometimes I'm slow.)
He actually came up behind me when I was stirring something on the stove, my husband and his wife in the next room, hands spanning my waist, thumbs skimming my boobs, and leaned into my ear (erection at my back) asking, "Mmm. You got something good for me?"
I froze. It all came together. And I gritted, "No. Get your hands off of me before I tell my husband and he beats you to death."
Pretty harsh. BUT GEEZ. Talk about the nerve. Ya know?
He's an ass. He thought that was sexy. Told me so.
After that, I talked to his wife. You know, concerned, wanting her to know it wasn't me. She said she had a problem with him all the time like that and I wasn't the first. She also said that it had bothered her repeatedly when she'd walk into a room and hear her husband and his dad talking about me and how it was obvious I liked sex.
My jaw dropped open. Men were saying this sort of thing about me?
And back then, I was SOOOO well behaved. I didn't talk openly about sex as I do now.
I was informed that there wasn't a man I knew that hadn't chatted on that topic about me. So, my response?
Huh. I guess that says a million tons about how good Tony is in bed. Doesn't it?
(I know he reads my blog. So, *G*, let me say he's slacking today. He needs to take care of his homework when he gets home tonight--I don't care how hard he works at his job.) ;)
1 Comments:
I was trying to figure out what the hell "FFL" was all the way until I got to what it is. lol. Geez.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
My scheduleWanna hunt me down? These are places I plan to be:
April 23-30 Houston, TX
Romantic Times Convention
http://www.rtconvention.com/
May 4-5 Oklahoma City, OK
Oklahoma Writer's Federation Conference
http://www.owfi.org/
May 25-27 Kansas City, MO
CONquest 38: Science Fiction Convention
http://www.kcsciencefiction.org/conquest/conquest.htm
June 1-2 Little Rock, AR
Little Rock Writer's Conference
http://www.geocities.com/penwomen/
June 7-10 Oklahoma City, OK
National Poetry Convention
http://www.nfsps.com/index.htm
June 8-10 Oklahoma City, OK
SoonerCON: Science Fiction Convention
http://www.soonercon.com/
June 12-16 Springfield, MO
Western Writers of American Conference
http://www.westernwriters.org/2007_convention.htm
July 20-22 Tulsa, OK
CONestoga: Science Fiction Convention
http://www.sftulsa.org/conestoga/2006/06/
September 1 White County, AR
White County Writer's Conference
http://www.whitecountycreativewriters.org/
2 Comments:
And I thought I was busy!
By Emma Keigh, at
8:39 PM
You are one busy chick. :)
BTW, is it my imagination or are the National Poetry Convention and SoonerCon at the same time? I could completely be reading that wrong.
Monday, April 02, 2007
April Fool's DayNobody played any jokes on me yesterday, so that was good. Did you get any pranks pulled on you?
I pretty much hate being the butt-end of a prank. How about you?
I spent most of yesterday writing. I worked on a short mystery story submission. Well, 7000 words isn't very short, imo. Damn near a short novella. I called it THE RED MED CASE. I've already mailed it out so I'll let ya know if I get that rejected or accepted. I then went to work on a paranormal short story and got that up to about 9 pages when I got a call. The rest of my family was throwing a barbecue and insisted I leave the story and come join them. I hated to leave it because it was going along really well.
But I'm glad I did. The evening was beautiful, calm and pretty much perfect. A very nice evening to sit around on a patio and chat and talk about life with my kids and husband.
What did you do with your day? Anything good?
This morning, I had to get up, shower, and immediately call the electric company to make a payment. Is it just mine, or is everybody paying an outrageous amount this year? It's been sky high. I'm not quite sure why.
Anyhow, looking at paying other bills this morning. Thinking...I need to receive more CHECKS in the mail. (Repeating that over and over in my head. More checks coming. More checks coming.)
I have another softball game to go to this evening. I'll let ya know how that turns out.
I'm posting at livejournal now, too. Just started this week. (Like I didn't already have enough stuff going.)
I really need to apply myself to learning out to make trailers for utube. You know, fun little advertisements for my books. If anybody has a skill in that area and would like to try and whip me up one, that would be super great. I'm graphics challenged. (As well as vertically, electronically, and exercise challenged.)
Birds are singing outside my door. So, I guess that means we've got a good day going. Huh?
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I helped babysit the twins while my sister was moving. That's about it.
I can honestly say I haven't done any April Fool's jokes or had any done on me for about 14 years. That's fine by me because it really isn't a fun/funny day anymore.
Good luck on the short story sub. :)
I fixed two computers and continued reloading our new trailer... Lost a box, Can't find it.. I wonder where it is at..
Today had a nasty damage at work. And a Friend's Father died and needed to help her with a problem. Then my computer crash... I have it working again.. Wish I knew something about about graghics and stuff for you.. I am not very creative... Fixed another computer.
Have fun at the ball game.
It's my birthday! Yes...I'm an April Fool's baby.
I spent the day with my family. My husband, our 3 sons, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter treated me to lunch and then we went and saw "Meet the Robinsons's". Not really my 1st choice, but it thrilled a 5 year old. lol
By ChristyJan, at
8:43 PM
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Softball and slow moviesI rolled out of bed yesterday in time to groan, pull on some clothes and hit the car a-running. My daughter's softball tournament in another town was supposed to start in thirty minutes from the time my eyes opened, and it's a 35 minute drive.
I'm not a speed demon because I'm paranoid about tickets. I cry if I get pulled over and it's just not pretty. So, I avoid it at all costs. I was thrilled to find that the game started late. So, I got there just in time.
They lost the first game. Won the second--with a play that made my daughter look like a super star. Well, her and the first base girl. Taylor, at first, tagged the batter/runner out and made a double play to third where my daughter plays. Taylor NEVER makes the throw. She's almost always twelve feet short. But she made a miracle throw and Chey snagged it (reaching with a ninety mile stretch of arm and leg--but she's 5'9" so she managed a good deal there) and swung in a second and got the runner out to win the game. So, technically, it is Taylor's glory but everyone said it was amazing that Chey caught it--AND her reflexes were perfect on how she caught the runner--about a second before she hit the bag by sliding under Cheyenne's stretched legs. Cool play, anyway.
Then, after that, they lost another game. So, they ended 4th out of 6 teams. The stupid thing is they could have won it. they got a ton of hits but they were all pop flies and everybody knows that ya can't get under the ball like that and win. Too easy to catch and get the runner out. Line drives are the way to go.
Once home, I watched Marie Antoinette. Beautiful costuming and sets. Slow. I was disappointed. I mean, I thought she was a sexual, sensual woman and it didn't play that way to me. Well, only a scene where she had an affair but that was underplayed. So, that dragged a sigh from me.
The night before, though, I watched Holiday and The Prestige. I thought The Prestige was great. Holiday was sloppy but a feel good movie. Sloppy in that one scene, they have snow on the ground. The next, they don't. (For the Surrey scenes) And then in LA, they have Santa Anna winds, then they don't. But it's supposed to be the same day as the scene before, so it was obvious fluking in filming.
Have you seen any of those movies? Got any thoughts about those? Or seen anything else that's good?
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