The Other Shoe Has Dropped

I just got an email from my aunt. She told me she wants me to copy “each page from each diary” for her.

Keep in mind, my mom had these for over 20 years and nobody cared. Also keep in mind my mom’s brothers came to her house to read them. Also keep in mind that I don’t trust my aunt any further than I can throw her.

So, I’m too upset to respond tonight. But I will respond tomorrow. I was accused of being selfish. But I will send a firm but polite email telling her I’m in the process of having them scanned in and will be happy to provide DVD’s at a cost. Or, they are still available to be read at my house.

And, keep in mind that I am 55 years old and don’t appreciate being talked to like a child from an aunt who has financially bled at least two of her sisters dry. And, keep in mind that she wanted yo buy a sewing machine of my mom’s and we have never seen a penny (my daughter could have used this machine).

I’m sure people will think I’m holding back but there are some entire years missing. I don’t know if they are lost or if she just didn’t write then. And they need to understand, these are not about earth shattering family secrets. They are filled with daily minutia. Things like ‘kids went to school today’ and ‘Charlie bought a cow’.

Okay, just writing this has calmed me a bit.

Thanksgiving Project – Long Weekend

I love long weekends.  

My typical two day weekend means that on Saturday I run errands, catch up on things I didn’t get done during the week, laundry, you get the idea.  Then Sunday is a day of rest – I like to lay in the sun in the summer – but I like to spend my time reading.  Maybe catch up with a friend. 

But then Monday comes way too early and I feel like I just need that one extra day.

So, this weekend I get that extra day.  Today I spent cleaning, grocery shopping, meeting a friend and now I’m tired and ready to just curl up and read until bedtime.  Tomorrow I am not going anywhere – it will be a day to lay around and read (hopefully in the sun).  Monday is a combination of the two – I am meeting a friend at a local winery and then going to see another friend – but I will have all morning to do nothing – and then the evening to get ready for another work week.  

Really, we need to figure out how to have a three day weekend every week.  But I’m thankful today that I can take advantage of this three day weekend.

The Chain of Madness Experiment!

Great chance to have some fun and write just a piece of a story. Check it out!

The Community Storyboard

This is something fun that the editors of the CSB just cooked up:

Q. What is the Chain of Madness?

A. The chain of madness is the CSB’s first attempt of a chain story and to pull this off we are asking for volunteers! So sign up in the comments below.

Rules and other Information:

After signups have been closed, we will post a list of volunteers.  Then, an editor of the CSB will start off the Chain and write the very first section. In the post he or she will link to a randomly chosen volunteer to continue the story.
The volunteer will write the next section of the story on their personal blog and link back the previous section. At the end of their section, the volunteer will link to someone off the list to continue the story.  This will continue until all volunteers have been picked.  The last volunteer will…

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An Interview with Becket, Author of The Blood Vivicanti

...and then there was Sarah

I am pleased to welcome Becket, author of The Blood Vivicanti, for an interview. You may be most familiar with Becket on his Facebook page, where he talks about his job as Anne Rice’s personal assistant, his awe-inspiring years living in a New Orleans monastery, and his love of everything geek. Now, Becket can add “author” to his list of life experiences as he introduces us to the first of six installments in the serial novel, The Blood Vivicanti. The serial involves an entirely new and unique set of blood-drinkers, which were born of a collaboration between Becket and Anne Rice.

I hope you enjoy my interview with the charming and lovely Becket, who, on top of everything else, is just an all-around awesome guy to chat with. And thank you, Becket, for stopping by!

Stay tuned after the interview for my review of The Blood Vivicanti…

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The Words You Whisper

Catching Fireflies

This was posted on Facebook by Higher Self Network, a page I follow for the inspirational quotes they share daily. This particular one has stuck with me since I saw it.

Have you ever noticed how we can be so kind to those around us, but so mean to ourselves?

I don’t know when it starts, if there is something in the water in grade schools across the country, or if there are subliminal messages broadcast on TV and radio programs that plant the seeds, but somewhere along the path toward adulthood millions of people learn how to mentally bash themselves.

“I am such an idiot.”

“I really hate my thighs.”

“I am terrible at sports.”

“I suck at math.”

“I can’t get anywhere on time no matter how hard I try.”

The list of potential areas for finding fault is endless. Everything from hair color, BMI, fitness level…

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Thanksgiving Project – What was I thinking?

First of all, I was going to take today as a vacation day so I would have a four day weekend. I didn’t. But I got so much done at work. The phones didn’t ring (I think a lot of people took today off). No interruptions really helps get things done.

Plus, I’m on a hiatus from Facebook. I’ve been finding that it is all recipes (that’s what Pinterest is for), political jabs and ugliness (both sides of the aisle) and just cute little memes and pictures with quotes. But my friends that do all if the above, post just enough personal stuff and pictures, that I can’t hide them. Plus Facebook can be a huge time suck. So, I announced that I was going dark for awhile. It may be permanent. I won’t deactivate my account because I want to still check my daughter’s page for pics from her fashion stuff and Soren.

But I have felt so much lighter. No reason to go there (Andrea’s stuff is sent to my email). So my self imposed Facebook exile is doing what I needed it to do – free up my time.

So today at work was a very productive day.

But, I canceled my cleaning lady this week. I thought it would be good for me to clean my own house because I know there are probably things I will do that she doesn’t do. I cleaned the basement tonight. But what was I thinking? Tomorrow when it is supposed to be 87 degrees (my kind of weather), I will be stuck inside cleaning. At least I’m halfway done since I cleaned the basement tonight. I love a freshly cleaned house and I know I will love it when it is done.

Today, though, I’m really thankful I usually have my house cleaned. But I’m thankful I am able to do it myself once in awhile too. And I’m thankful I was able to get so much done today at work (I still brought some stuff home this weekend). And I’m thankful I finally said “no more” to the Facebook drama and garbage.

Workaholics and First Kisses