Jul 2, 2008 | Books, General, Life |
I got nothing to talk about. You? Any big plans for the July 4th holiday? Mine involved New Orleans, crawfish, family, and sightseeing. Until mon pere had a tiny little car accident last night. Now, the trip is canceled until the fall. Ah well. Really, I need the time to prepare for SF anyway! Much shopping to do, lists to make, etc. (Everyone is fine — except the car, that is.)
I'm also reading Roxanne St. Claire's Then You Hide and feeling depressed. Rocki is SOOOO good. I've been wanting to read the book for a while, but deadlines and all that kept me from reading much of anything. And now I'm turning pages like my fingers are on fire and wondering if I'll ever be this good. I can only hope!
Any good books on your list this summer? Any cool trips planned?
Jul 1, 2008 | Rants |
Fellow Heart of Dixie member Rhonda Nelson used to have a “Whine About It Wednesday” on her blog when she was still doing her individual blog (she group blogs at The Soapbox Queens now). I loved WAIW. Today, after reading an article about people texting on their cell phones while driving, I need a Talk Back Tuesday.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but what the f**k is wrong with you people?! Why would anyone take their attention off the road to text message someone? Personally, I think chatting while driving is bad enough. And yeah, I've done that, though not for very long. I have NEVER texted. Can't imagine even trying.
Apparently, the worst offenders are between 16 and 30. Yeah, big surprise. If you idiots want to kill yourselves, have at it. But how dare you endanger me and my family with your selfish ME NOW attitude? The worst part is that laws against it are practically unenforceable. People text in their laps, or with the phone even with the steering wheel — not as blatantly obvious as talking. Fining them doesn't work.
I have an idea. How about while texting and driving, you don't wear a seatbelt either? Why obey any safety rules or suggestions? It's only important that YOU do what you want and have a good time, right? Yeah, right. Come to think of it, those speed limit things? Mere annoyances stopping you from having a good time. Speed all you want. Have a drink or two as well. Text away.
But please, when you decide to run off the road, don't hit me. If you wrap your car around a telephone pole or a tree, at least you will have had a good time up to that point. You rebel without a clue, you.
Anything bugging you today? What do you think about people texting and driving? Am I over reacting? Am I a fuddy duddy? Or do I have a right to be frightened of the teen barreling toward me with her eyes on her phone instead of the road?
Jun 30, 2008 | Writing |
I think I must be a maniac. I've started another book. I've barely recovered from the last one, and yet an idea cropped up. I've written about 1500 words, so not much at all, but enough to get the idea simmering.
It's hard waiting to hear back on the book I just sent, but I'll distract myself with a new one. I think. 🙂 I just have this antsy, can't sit still feeling. I can't putter around the house, catch up on the laundry, breathe, go grocery shopping, or any of the things I've neglected. No, must start another story. I have delusions of grandeur that I'm like Nora's soul sister or something, but yeah, right. *g*
Must calm down, must put on the wisdom cap and know I'll be waiting a while. Must think straight, must decide what is best to write at the moment. Must not neglect San Francisco preparations in crazy hazy desire to write new story….
What do you do when you've finished writing a book? Start another one right away? Or take a break and enjoy life a little bit first? How do you get off the treadmill?
Jun 27, 2008 | Shoes, Shopping |
I went shoe shopping the other day. I brought home two pairs of high heels. Hubby says, “You didn't used to like shoes so much. What happened?”
I know I tilted my head like a puppy hearing a funny noise. And then I reminded him about my close first-name relationship with the Italian shoe guy in Germany — the man would set shoes aside in my size, and then whisk them out for me whenever I came in. I bought several nice pairs of Italian leather shoes. *sigh*
But when we moved to Hawaii, I gave up shoes. I wore flip-flops, or slippahs as they're called there, for three years. I am now back to living where I need shoes. Hence my shoe-shopping the other day. And RWA National is coming up; definitely need shoes.
Seems as if I've landed in the right local chapter too. There is a cult of the shoe in Heart of Dixie. I love it. 🙂
The shoe I want is here. I believe it's safe to say I won't be owning this shoe anytime soon. In fact, when I told hubby about it, he gave me the puppy head tilt. And then he said I was crazy, off my rocker, nutso.
Yes, I crave a pair of Christian Louboutins that cost $900. Hubby doesn't think I need them. The good news (I hope they fit right…) is that I've scoured the web and found a pair that look just like that — for under $60. They aren't Louboutins. But if you see me wearing them in San Francisco, let's just pretend like they are. 🙂
Any shoe fetishes to report? Designer clothing? Other expensive things that seem a bit frivolous? (Yes, I can't imagine WHY that shoe costs 900 bucks, but it's a lovely thing. Nude heels are all the rage, you know.)
Jun 26, 2008 | General, Life |
Not yet, but he's going to be. In the Harris house, we have a cat who likes to knock things over. He's very good at it, too. He's broken lamps before. Routinely knocks over water bottles. Do NOT leave a glass of wine out. He'll knock it over and then try to bury it. So what did he try to knock over that nearly got him killed?
I have a piano (nope, can't really play). On top of the piano I have some knick knacks. One is a lovely young lady playing a piano. I didn't think much of it until my mother said, “Uh, you might want to look that up. I think it's pretty valuable.” It's a Lladro, a piece of Spanish porcelain, and it's very beautiful.
Still, I wasn't thinking it would be like astronomical or anything. So, I find the cat on the piano with his paw on the Lladro. The figurine is making a sort of glassy chunking noise as it moves over the top of the piano. I yell and toss the cat into a room to chill. Then I research.
OMG, the twerp almost knocked $1200 onto the floor where it would have shattered and been worth ZERO. I'm thinking of killing him. Or maybe I'll just move the figurine.
So, have your kids or pets ever broken something valuable? Ever ticked you off severely because you CANNOT have nice things!? (Wasn't it Bill Cosby who said that? We can't have nice things because of you…) Has something gotten broken and then you realized after the fact that it was valuable? Grrrr.
Maybe tomorrow this blog will return to its regularly scheduled writing-type posts…. 🙂 Idiot cat.
