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Decompression Day!

Everyone should have at least one day a week where they turn off the phone, shut down the computer, and decompress.  Maybe all this being connected 24/7 has a lot to do with road rage, escalating violence, and a lack of manners.

In honor of my baby sister, I declare April the 13th (anniversary of her death) Decompression Day!!!   For 8  hours–24 if you are retired, or if you have to work– from the time you leave work for the day until you go to bed, turn off your phones, get off the computer, turn off the TV, and decompress.  Go for a walk.  Play with the dog.  Do something you enjoy that isn’t connected to electronics.

You will be amazed at how being disconnected for a day will make you feel less stressed.

Pass this on we could start a movement!

You all have a good one!

Love this time of year

     Definitely the strangest weather ever this year.  We hit 70+ degrees yesterday, below freezing the night before, and they are predicting snow for Saturday.  We’ve also had plenty of wind.

     The magnolia tree is now stripped of most of its flowers and the leaves are started.

     Both the tulip poplar and Sweet gum are pushing out leaves now too.  Tulips are blooming, as are the bleeding hearts now.  The lilac bush is all green and starting to bud. 

     The grass is growing so fast The Curmudgeon will have a time getting it mowed.  Thank heavens for riding mowers.

     You all have a good one!

Lost Girl is doomed

     It never fails, whenever I really, really LOVE a TV show, it invariably is canceled.  Therefore, since I really, really LOVE Lost Girl, you can be certain the cancellation of the show is imminent.

     I love the originality of the show, the writing is crisp and terrific,  the characters are beyond excellent.  I’ve heard some of the greatest lines ever come from this show.  This can only mean the death knell is not far behind.

     Of course this show is not for everyone.  However, for me it’s one of the best to come along in years. 

     You all have a good one.

Park pictures

Once upon a time

     A long, long time ago a poor lad discovered a strange pathway through a nearby forest.  No one ever traversed the forest for fear of the ogres and beasties that dwelt within.

     Every day for a week he walked to the path, stood, and stared down its length as far as he could see.  Which wasn’t far for the forest gulped the path down into its black maw a few yards beyond the edge of the trees.

     “Tomorrow I’m going to follow the path and see what lies beyond the edge of the forest,”  he said to himself every day, but he never did it.

     Do you put off entering the forest  or do you follow the path and seek out the unknown?

     I’m following the path…

     You all have a good one!

When I was a child…

     I loved to take things apart to see how they worked.  Under no circumstances was that ever encouraged.  I was scolded or punished when caught.  I was a girl!  Girls don’t do that!  They would give me another Barbie doll or some such thing.  I hated Barbie dolls.   For Pete’s sake would it have killed them to give me an Erector set?

     Had I been a boy, I probably would’ve been encouraged for having such curiosity.

     If you’re punished and scolded enough you stop doing those things that brought the world down upon your head.   As fascinating as mechanical things were to me, I quit exploring their internal workings.

     If I’d been encouraged, sent to classes for this, who knows what wonders I would have brought forth?

If you have a daughter, never tell her she can’t do something amazing.  I might have done something spectacular with a little encouragement and support.

     You all have a good one!

A long day worrying about Mr. Gavin

      Early yesterday morning I drove Gavin over to the Vet’s office.  He was going in for X-rays and tests to see if he has stones in his kidneys or bladder.  Of course I’d stayed up all night since that’s the only way I would’ve made it over to the office at eight in the morning.

      I was so wired when I got home that I didn’t fall asleep until after ten-thirty.  I barely remember The Curmudgeon coming into the room and telling me that he was going to drive over and get Gavin.  That was somewhere around two in the afternoon. Yeah, I was that out of it.

     The good news is, no stones.  The bad news is, the vet has no idea what is going on with Gavin–why when he runs the urine tests there is blood showing.  Something we’ll be puzzling over for a while I guess.  Gavin shows no signs of being the least bit ill.  We’ll keep an eye on him though.

      You all have a good one!

Yay, flowers are starting!

Stranger than fiction?

      The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense.  ~Tom Clancy~

      Reality is often a strange place to live.  I’ve heard true stories and seen things that I wouldn’t dare put in my fiction writing because no one would believe it. 

      The way my mind works, I have to bounce things off The Curmudgeon to see if he thinks it is believable.  He makes for a great technical adviser but sometimes his imagination is a tad lacking and I have to ask others their opinions.

     Having a wild imagination isn’t always good for a writer.  Fiction that doesn’t sound real enough will put off a reader faster than a skunk’s butt backing up to him/her.  It has to be believable enough to suspend disbelief.

     Thus, even real situations that sound too fantastic to believe will lose readers.  They must always make sense if only in terms of making sense for the story.

When the new MP3 player arrives…

     The Sansa Clip gets the sledge-hammer.   I’m not playing with it any more.  I have done everything possible and nothing has worked.  Even with a new card in it I couldn’t get it to accept any music.   I think the people at the support desk were taking bets on how many times I’d call before I killed it.

     I ordered another MP3 player.  I hope my new Coby MP3 player does everything it claims to do. 

     You know how my luck runs when it comes to electronics, it’s pure unadulterated CRAP.

     According to the tracking, my Coby arrives Tuesday.  Minutes after I open the package, My Sansa Clip will meet HAMMER TIME!

      You all have a good one.

Writing while flinging birds

     I admit it I am addicted to Angry Birds.  I think I need an intervention because now Facebook has added it and I am playing on there as well as on my two computers.

     I find that when I should be writing, I crave a game or two.  I think I found a way to write and fling those birds.  I have decided to use a reward system.  For every hour I write, I will earn five minutes of pig killing bird flinging fun.

     It is difficult to write when the brain isn’t working right.  However, I am trying. 

     You all have a good one. 

Love notes from ~Me~

 Love’ has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get – only with what you are expecting to give – which is everything.  Katharine Hepburn

 Dearest Curmudgeon,

I give my heart to you each day with no reservations.   Hold it gently, protect it fiercely, and it will always be yours.

Love,

~Me~

Dearest Aunties and Cousins,

I love you all very much.

Love,

~Me~

Dear friends,

My heart has room for many, do come in.

Love,

~Me~

My precious pups,

You are the beat of my heart.

Love.

~Me~