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Beads and bedlam don’t play well together

     I wanted to sit down, listen to my French course, and work on a necklace for which I had an idea.  I needed to get my mind off my book for a little while and relax.  It didn’t happen.  When I pulled out my boxes of beads Gavin started shaking his head repeatedly.  This is not a good sign since he’s subject to a chronic ear infection.

     Gavin’s ear was bothering him again so I spent some time cleaning it out and babying him.  Poor dog hates having his ears cleaned but with a few cookies to aid me, I got the job done.  Tomorrow we’re making an appointment to take him to the vet.  He hates going there so this should be fun-NOT!

     Once I settled Gavin down, I started to get out my beading board.  Then I looked at the clock, realized that Dear Hubby was hours late returning home from his pain management appointment, and began to worry.  Trying to call him on his cell phone didn’t help since all I got was a busy signal.

     Then DH arrived home, he hadn’t made his appointment, instead he’d been in a minor fender bender and sat for over two hours waiting for the police to arrive.  Don’t worry he’s fine and his truck only had some paint transfer on it.  

     It’s no surprise that at this point the whole idea of working on a new necklace design escaped me.

“I want my kidney back.”

     A New York man donated a kidney to his wife in 2001 and now he wants it back.  This is all part of a bitter divorce.  He says he wants the kidney or 1.5 million dollars.  He’s a doctor he’s not poor.  He’ll survive, has plenty of money, and the ability to make tons more.  It seems to me it’s simply spite and greed on his part.

     Granted, if what he claims is true, that she had an affair and then filed for divorce in 2005, the man has a right to be pissed.  But there’s pissed and then there’s crazy pissed.  This to me is crazy pissed.

     Is a donated kidney something one normally lists among one’s assets in a divorce procedure?  (I don’t think so!)  Are body parts a marital asset?  (If so, then will all those husbands who paid for boob jobs, face lifts, tummy, and butt tucks before their divorces sprint to court for refunds?)

     Another thing, can you picture a judge ordering her to give the kidney back?  Not gonna happen. 

     On the other hand, if it should occur, what surgeon in his/her right mind would do the surgery?

Taking a French course for fun and a conference

     Salut all!  Last year I met Marie and Pierre at a writer’s conference.  They are a charming French couple who are a lot of fun.  Upon meeting them, I dug around in my brain and dragged out some of my junior high school French.  (We’re talking about a long, long time back.)  I don’t remember much, but some I’ve never forgotten.  Marie was delighted that I knew what I did.  We quickly became friends.

     She’s coming to this year’s conference.  I decided to surprise her by dusting off and brushing up my French.  The other day I bought a Learn to speak French course.  I’ve completely surprised myself with all that I am remembering.

     When I see Marie and Pierre in May I hope to be able to stumble along and at least give them a few laughs. 

     The next step is to have her teach me a few words that one will never find in a French course.  I have my priorities you know.  One has to be able to cuss people out and done in French, it sounds much nicer.  Rather reminds me of this definition of diplomacy:  “The ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they actually look forward to the trip.”

Downloading updates for my new Word program

     I feel as though I’ve been online forever today.  It never fails with Microsoft; you have to spend hours downloading security files and fixes when you put in a new program.  They send their programs off to the market before they have them working properly and leave it to the consumer to update them.  Gee, thanks Bill.

     If I didn’t like using Microsoft Word, so much I wouldn’t buy a newer program.  The program is so friggin’ expensive I couldn’t possibly buy the newest one on the market.  Office Depot ran a sale on Microsoft Office Home and Student 2007 this week and I bought it.  I would’ve rather bought just Microsoft Word but that was way out of my price range- nearly three times the price.  Go figure.

     Now you know these weren’t sitting on the shelf all this time.  You’d think that since it is 2009, all the updates and fixes would’ve been in the 2007 programs when they sent them to market this year.  Hell no.  Why in the world would they make things easier for the consumer? 

     Anyway, you’ll have to excuse me.  I have about 5 more updates to download…

New keyboard makes a huge difference

     I knew my old keyboard was getting bad.  When is it time to get a new keyboard?

     When you have to pound the keys almost as hard as you would on an old manual typewriter, it’s time for a new keyboard.  When you hit a key and it stutters on the letter, it’s time for a new keyboard.  When you have to pound some keys to make them work, it’s time for a new keyboard.  When your husband, who is watching TV with the volume cranked up, complains that your typing is so loud it is annoying him, it’s time for a new keyboard.

     If by the end of a night of writing your hands feel bruised, it’s time for a new keyboard.  If your writerly friends make fun of it, it’s time for a new keyboard.  When your friendly neighborhood computer geek looks at yours and says, “Wow, that’s a real antique!”  It’s time to go buy a new keyboard.

     This one is from a friend of mine:  When the keys begin to fly off and land on the floor like rats deserting a sinking ship, you know you need a new keyboard.

Bottom Line books scam part 2

     On December 12, 2008 I posted about Bottom Line Books’ attempt to defraud my mother-in-law.  My statistics show there have been a great number of people reading it daily.  This leads me to believe that at least twice that number of people have had the same experience.

     If you are reading this because you are in the same boat, I must explain that Dear Hubby never talked to Bottom Line Books because they’d already sent the bill to collection.  He called the collection agency and explained the situation.  (She never ordered, received, and didn’t want any books.)  They were very helpful in resolving the issue.

     At present, we are in the process of filing a dispute for two more illegal transactions we found.  It seems that both Betterman/Betterwoman and American Leisure helped themselves to my mother-in-law’s checking account.  I looked online and couldn’t find out anything about Betterman/Betterwoman other than they sell vitamins that she doesn’t take, want, and didn’t order.  However, there are a vast number of complaints against American Leisure.

     Of course, we’ve changed her account and alerted her bank about these illegal withdrawals and they’ve red flagged any new transactions on that card number.

*See my earlier post Bottom line books scam

**See also Painvanish another scam and Painvanish problem settled

It’s cold tonight

     Poor Gavin was fussing in his crate so I went to see what the problem was.  He was trying to roll up in a little fake sheepskin I had in there.  When I realized what the problem was I trotted down to the cellar and retrieved a much larger, thicker blanket.  Right now, he’s happily rolling himself up in it and it sounds like a herd of elephants is loose in my kitchen.

     Normally our house is warm but when the temperature dips down to a mere twenty degrees, the kitchen becomes quite chilly.  I had been running a small electric heater in there to keep the chill off, but after I got the last bill from the electric company I figured Gavin would be happier with a nice blanket he can bury himself in, this is something he’s done since he was a puppy.

     I’m sure at some time tomorrow, when Patty inspects Gavin’s crate she’ll be quite put off that HE got a big, fluffy blanket.  Miss Patty will never freeze her crate is nice and cozy because hers is next to a radiator in the living room. 

     These two  love their crates and when they decide it’s time for bed, they expect us to drop the towel over the door to block out our lights.  No, my dogs aren’t spoiled-yeah right.

In Loving memory

Mom with birthday roses 2005

Mom with birthday roses 2005

Beloved Mother and friend.

There aren’t enough words or ways to say I love you and miss you. 

W. R. W.

7/30/1915 –1/1/2007

Happy New Year Everyone!

My wishes for the New Year are:

  1. Dear Hubby’s health stabilizes.
  2. We all find our bliss.
  3. You and yours have a healthy year.
  4. We all stay out of the poorhouse.
  5. I finish my books and my agent sells them in short order.
  6. We hit the lottery.
  7. Karma catches up with those who deserve it.
  8. The new administration actually does something to make this country great again and it wasn’t only election rhetoric.
  9. An end to world hunger.
  10. World peace.

Love and hugs to my dear Aunties, Cousins, and friends.

Pumping up your writing

     Do you tend to overwrite and lean to the flowery?  Do your metaphors and similes ramble along for pages?  That’s okay if you’re writing for style, not so much, if you are writing a mystery, suspense, or horror novel.  You don’t want to bore your reader to death.  It is best to put the brakes on overdoing the stylishness.  I know many a reader who will skip over those long segments of description to get to the meat of the story.

     I am guilty of not doing enough description.  My writing is sparse and tight-too tight, it seems.  My critique group tells me, “show me more, I want to see where you protagonist is.”  I groan and make notes of where they beg for more description.  Then I struggle to give them more.  After all that’s why I go to the critique group.  They see my weaknesses and help me to correct them.

     In each chapter I toil to raise the odds, end them with cliffhangers that drive a reader to go on to read the next one.  I’m getting better at cranking up the tension in small ways too. 

     I’m still learning.  I never want to stop.

Don’t get me hooked on a game

     A friend of mine got me hooked on an online game.  This is not a good thing for me I really don’t need something else begging for my time.  My browser isn’t fond of it.  It locked up my computer for quite a while tonight. 

     Once I finally was able to get back online a friend I’d been instant messaging was gone.  So I went back to try the game again-not a smart idea.  I got hooked on it and wasn’t going to let it beat me.  I made it through all the levels they gave you only to find out if I wanted to play more of it I had to buy it.

     I’ve decided that although the game was fun I erased the link after spending too much time on it and I refuse to buy it to play more.

Pups and pop corn

     “Do you want some p-o-p-c-o-r-n?”  Dear Hubby asked.

     Two sets of ears perked up.  Gavin’s head tilted to the right and Patty’s head tilted to left. 

     “Uh oh, I think they’ve learned to spell that,” I said. 

     “You keep them out here and I’ll start it.”  (Fat chance of doing that.)  Gavin beat him to the kitchen and Patty was on his heels.  “Not for you.  For us,” He told them.

     From the living room, I told Dear Hubby, “Yeah right.  Say that all you want they’ll still mooch some.”

     Dear Hubby got so he didn’t like microwaved pop corn so we recently bought a hot air popper-cost a whole fifteen dollars.  We had one many years ago when we were first married.  At the time, we also had a German shepherd and as soon as we’d turn on the popper, he’d be right by the counter to catch any strays that popped out of the bowl and landed on floor.

     I’m not surprised that these two English Bull Terriers have already figured out the same thing.  Both were happily playing the outfield while the bowl filled.

     While we munched they mooched.  Patty is very good at catching pop flies.  Gavin prefers grounders I think he has trouble focusing on small moving objects.