The truth hurts

But some folks need to hear it.

(Just not from me. I'm scared of delivering the truth. Something I need to work on, truthfully.)

Writer's Un-Block

Is it too early to start brainstorming for ideas for this year's NaNoWriMo? I punked out of it last year, and I solemnly declare not to punk out a second time.

I've got a lot of plot-bunnies swirling around the ol' noodle, but I can't seem to nail any down. I'm about 99% sure that it'll be historical fiction. That's my bread and butter. That, and a slight element of the supernatural.

Hey, history and supernatural thematics worked for Shakespeare. It'll work for me too, doggone it.

Do unto others

There's something fundamentally good about the feeling one gets from doing something for someone else. It could be holding a door open, or providing that extra penny to the person ahead of you in the checkout as they need it, or providing a little extra help to someone in need.

When I do something like that for someone else, it feels like I'm fulfilling a tiny bit of my life's plan. It's like the world functions better when we help one another; like we're living life the way we're supposed to.

Go figure, right?

Human again?

I hadn't opened my laptop since Friday. The fact that this is the exception and not the rule makes me somewhat distraught. I have to admit, I felt more like a member of the human race without said technology. Even so, it would appear that I've suffered for it: I have some serious playing catch-up to do.

You ever feel like everyone you know has thrown a party, and it wasn't that you weren't invited, per se, but that they threw the party knowing you'd be unable to make it? That's kind of where I'm at.

Mreh. Back to the grind tomorrow. I'll play catch up when I'm not tired/faux-depressed/snippy/on the brink of a new work week.

J. Stew

When Jimmy Stewart (as Charles Lindbergh) successfully lands on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, and he's going bananas, I could've sworn he yelled "Merry Christmas, you old Building and Loan!" in his exuberance.

Antebellum Belle

I love living in the South. (Also, my husband is rather cute.)

Here it is

Your Friday moment of zen, brought to you by the arrival of the three-day Memorial Day weekend:

Cheers to the freakin' weekend, indeed.

It's about to get real in here

Would Jesus really be a Republican? And how would He feel about being used as a political tool?

A Conversation

Me: Hooray. Home from work.

Self: Excellent. Now's a great time to get that workout taken care of.

Me: Workout? But I want to take a nap!

Self: Want to, sure. But should you?

Me: ...

Self: ...



An hour later.



Self: I should've never let you take that nap. You sleep any longer and you'll never get any sleep tonight. Then you'll be tired the next morning, and then you'll want to take another nap tomorrow. You see what a vicious cycle you can create?

Me: No. Don't wanna.

Self: Get. Up.

Me: ...

Self: Aren't you awfully warm under all those covers?

Me: Yeah, kind of. And borderline sweaty.

Self: Is napping fun anymore?

Me: No...

Self: Then let's get up. You promised me you'd work out today.

Me: I know.

Self: You had like, three sugar cookies at lunch today.

Me: (grumble)


Self: Do you think those calories just magically go away on their own?

Me: ...no... I figured they wentawaywhenitookanap.

Self: Come again?

Me: ...whenihadnaptime.

Self: Speak up, woman!

Me: WHEN I TOOK A NAP. I HOPED THE CALORIES WOULD BURN BY TAKING A NAP.

Self: ...

Me: ...

Self: You're a sick, backwards woman.

Me: Mreh.

Self: I'm putting an end to this foolishness. We're working out right this second.

Me: Mreh.

Self: You're going to work out by running a mile. Go. Chop-chop.

Me: ...

Self: ...by doing pilates for an hour?

Me: Try again.

Self: ...By getting out the DVD of Sweating to the Oldies?

Me: That's better.

Self: It's not ideal, but if it'll get your butt in gear. C'mon, let's go.

Me: Okay. But let me blog about it first.

Self: ...

Who else in this world will love you like that?

I serenaded David during one of our recent road trips with this song, and it's most definitely my heartsong du jour.

Besides, Dolly Parton is one of the most adorable broads there is. And we share a birthday. You can plainly see why this matters quite a great deal.