Friday’s Photo’s: The Bunny Dodges a Bullet…Again

Poor little guy, he’s had some what I would call ‘close calls’ in his life. Stormy got his name because he was left outside of The Natural Science Center of Greensboro during a thunderstorm in a cage so small he could barely turn around. The Science Center had no place for him and a suggestion was made that included the words dinner and anaconda. Holly wasn’t having that and took him home.

When she and John moved to Maryland about two years later (maybe less), Stormy came to live with me. He’s been here now for about five or six years. To be honest I wasn’t thrilled to get a rabbit.  I’d already had gerbils and guinea pigs for many years and just wasn’t interested in another ‘rat’. Tracey agreed to clean his cage if we took him and actually bought him a nice hutch. I provide food, treats and water for him daily.

Over the years I’ve come to enjoy his antics, especially when we started to let him to run around our home. His thumps indicate anything from I’m hungry to let me out to ha-ha, can’t catch me.

So last Sunday Tracey brought Stormy to me and told me to look at his eye. The problem was there was no eye, not really. Just this bulging sack of pus.  I can not tell you how horrified I was. And afraid too, the car wiped out what little bit we had in savings when it broke down in July.

Some might say, so what? It’s just a rabbit. No. Just no. He’s not just anything. For one he’s a member of our family. He’s a funny little guy who makes me laugh on days when I need to. He thumped his way into my heart a long time ago. Even if that wasn’t the case I believe all life has value if only because it is a life and God created it. No matter the circumstances that should always be respected.

Sunday night I set about treating my little bunny and praying we could make it through to Monday when I could get him to the vet.  The first thing I did was put the wrong freaking medicine in his eye. At 1 a.m. in the morning I realize I’m putting lubricant in his eye instead of the terramycin. Now the lubricant is for animals and harmless but that wasn’t the point. The point was getting antibiotic ointment  in there to help with the obvious infection.

To say I was upset is putting it mildly. I soaked Stormy’s eye with a warm rag and put the correct medicine in there. Before I go any further let me clarify, this is antibiotic ointment specifically for eye injuries and for animals. I keep it around because of my cats. They occasionally will get into a spat and bat at one another. Every now and then they’ll scratch another cat in the eye causing an infection.

When I looked at Stormy’s eye I already knew what I had on hand was not going to do the trick. I can not begin to tell you how awful his eye looked. I wasn’t even sure if there was an eye left in there. What’s worse is I didn’t even notice it. I’d let him out of his rabbit hutch the last several days and not noticed a thing. Surely his eye didn’t get like that overnight? At this point I just don’t know. What I do know is I feel so damn guilty.

On Monday the vet tells me several things: there is still an eye but it’s close to rupturing, if it ruptures the eye will have to be removed, even if it doesn’t rupture but won’t heal it will have to be removed and even if none of the above happens he still has lost the sight in that eye. At most he will see some light and shadows. To top it off the other eye was showing signs of infection, too.

My heart sunk to my toes. The vet gives me eye drops and antibiotic pills with the hope that I could convince Stormy to eat the antibiotic mixed with other food or even pear juice. Say what?! I wasn’t having that. The vet assistant had a suggestion I leaped on, a pill popper.

No, not that kind of pill popper. I kinda thought the same thing. My only excuse was that I was dead tired because what came to mind was some aging hippy, well preserved from all that dope experimentation in the sixties (head band, fringe jacket and all), trying to teach me and the bunny how to swallow a pill. O.O Although I have to admit by then I was more than ready to mellow out. The pill popper the vet assist actually had in mind was a plastic wand similar to a syringe used for liquid meds except the one she gave me was for tablets.

At the end of the visit I had just over $100 left in the bank.  I called back to get an estimate on what the eye surgery would cost because I didn’t think to ask while I was there. On Tuesday I found out the surgery would cost $550. Yikes! Holly and Tracey, my awesome daughters, stepped up to the plate and said they would help pay. I have been truly blessed. Really. Because…

Wednesday I took Stormy back to the vet. I had been up working 24/7 on his eyes. The vet was amazed.  She couldn’t believe how good his eye looked. It still looked like a pus bag but it was not bulging out of his eye socket like it had been and the other eye was nearly healed. Well, yay. He still won’t have sight in that eye but he will get to keep it.

On the following Saturday the vet wasn’t hopeful we could avoid surgery. The ulcer had not healed much. We set an appointment on the following Friday for a check up and possible surgery. If the ulcer didn’t heal all the way surgery would be needed to scar the cornea, forcing it to heal.

Today is Friday. I took Stormy in to have his eye checked. Guess what? His eye is looking awesome. We have a ways to go in treatment but the eye really looks so much better. We may be able to skip any type of surgery altogether. Any prayers you care to say for the little bunny are appreciated.

So here’s Stormy now, the white in the center is the ulcer. It may look a bit gruesome but trust me when I say it looks fifty percent better. We go back next week for a progress check.

Peace.

About Writing on Wednesdays: Updates on To Touch A Unicorn and First Snowfall

Well, I’m here in Maryland and have been for nearly two weeks. I was supposed to go home last Friday but the car broke down in Virginia. Fortunately it was late in the afternoon so the heat wasn’t too bad for humans or dogs. Thank goodness because Rex has a hard time in very hot weather. Still, it was hot enough that he whined a bit.  As a matter of fact I whined, too. Belle Amie and Paul did pretty good. Hot, thirsty, and in Paul’s case very dirty from working on the car, we all survived.

The editor from Buzzy Mag contacted me last week while I was here in Maryland about To Touch A Unicorn. I have to admit I was a little intimidated and put off reading her comments until this week. But honestly? When I finally read them it wasn’t bad. Everything she pointed out was dead on and I have no problem with making the changes. My feelings are not hurt and it is a lot like working with Beta Readers. I love working on the story to make it a great read.

Diane and Terry both beta read First Snowfall for me and loved the story. They tell me it’s creepy. Yay! I finished the edits they suggested in the middle of the night this week. There was no else around except me, Rex and Belle Amie. My own story creeped me out. Belle Amie kept barking and shaking at nothing. I’m pretty sure I just made this story up in my head. Didn’t I? o_o

After the story marinates a few days I’ll read over it, during the day, and send it off to see if anyone wants to publish it. I’m crossing my fingers. Many thanks and much appreciation to Diane and Terry for their time, critiques and encouragement.

The sequel to To Touch A Unicorn is in the works. I had to trash most of it although I hope to salvage some scenes. The fact I was having such a hard time moving forward in the story should have been a big clue I was writing in the wrong direction. I like the new start better and hope to have the story finished soon. It may end up being a novella. I’ll find out once I sit down to plot a few scenes. I should have done that to begin with anyway. I do know better.

Moonfire is calling to me. You know? My writing has grown and I might just be ready to get back to that story and get her done. One thing I’ve realized is that I was trying to write to an agenda. There are certain elements in the story that make it easy to cross a line and sermonize instead of telling a great story. I have enough maturity as a writer now to recognize that fact and hopefully fix it.

 

 

Peace.

 

References:

The clip art used is from ClipartPal.

 

In Memory of Spooky

First I have to give the official definition of spooky from dictionary.com:

World English Dictionary

spooky  (ˈspuːkɪ)
— adj  , spookier spookiest
1. ghostly or eerie: a spooky house
2. resembling or appropriate to a ghost
3. US ) easily frightened; highly strung
     Spooky passed unexpectedly on July 23, 2012. He was Holly’s cat so I didn’t know him that well but I what I did know, I liked. He was a sweetie. No, he wasn’t a black cat and yes, I’m going there.
     Holly got the six-year-old Spooky from the pound in N.C. long before Rex came into the picture. He had health problems. He wasn’t cute and cuddly. All strikes were against him when competing against healthy cats and darling kittens. But my daughter wasn’t looking for those things. She was looking for character. An animal that would get a long with her then boyfriend, soon to be husband, who never had a pet. Spooky turned out to be perfect.
     She posted this on Facebook:
My first kitty as an adult, Mr. Spookybutt passed away today. I remember when I went to the animal shelter to find a cat-he was laying on his back with his paw out the cage purring. I took him out of the cage and he nudged my cheek with his head and I fell in love. He kept me warm in bed when John was not home, he kept me entertained with his cuteness, he stayed off counter tops and loved being brushed. He was my first baby and I will miss him.
          However, please review the definition above, in particular number three. He was easily frightened and hid a lot in the first weeks, hence the name. I never saw the cat, except for once, even though I often took care of him while Holly and John were out-of-town. The one time I did see him was when Tracey saw the bump under the covers on their bed. I carefully lifted the covers and beheld Spooky for the first time in the months Holly had got him. It was also the last time for a long while. He hid every time I visited.
      Why the fuss over the name? It’s not my fuss but evidently others have taken a perfectly good word and used it with racist overtones. Holly had no clue and neither did I when she named him. I raised my kids to look at people’s hearts not their outsides. Sure, we know there are differences in culture, etc., but so what? I try to understand those differences and expect the same courtesy in return. I’ve tried to teach my kids this and I think I’ve succeeded.
     When Holly started talking about her new cat the soon to be inevitable question came. Is he black? Holly was bewildered so her friend Jill, who is black, explained to her the connotations. Well. To say we were surprised was putting it mildly.
     Holly was at a loss because she’d been calling her cat Spooky and had him registered at the vet with this name. She took to calling him Spookybutt or Mr. Kitty. Really? She had every right to name him Spooky but she also wanted to be sensitive to other people’s feelings. I’m not sure who I’m calling out here…the idiots who started using the word in a negative or racist way and maybe everyone else who lets the idiots dictate the use of a word in a way that was never intended.
     So here I’m taking the word ‘spooky’ back. It means what the dictionary says it does and nothing else as far as I’m concerned. I vote Spooky’s picture should be put beside the definition just to remind everyone spooky is a beautiful word that could quite possibly be a cat…a slightly ragged, grey cat. Who’s with me?
     Over the years Holly shared stories with me about her kitty. Once when I asked how John and Spooky were getting along she described John and Spooky sleeping together. John at the top of the bed and Spooky sleeping at the bottom. Both with their paws, er hands, er arms? over their faces and snoring in harmony. I love that story, it’s a great one.
     Since Faith was born I have been in Maryland quite a bit. I guess Spooky got resigned to my presence and started making his known. Although he was still easy to spook, he let me feed him chicken, pet him and even tolerated my Belle Amie. While I was cuddling Faith, he cuddled with his mama. When Faith was put down to sleep he curled up beside her on the rug in front of the crib.
     When he died Holly felt guilty because she hadn’t spent a lot of time with him since Faith’s birth. I told her not to feel guilty because he never felt neglected. Not once. All he cared about was that he had one more person to love.
     RIP, Spooky. You are missed. Spooky was fourteen when he passed.
Holly used a great poem on her Facebook page I want to share here:
The Gift of Animal
The animals that share our lives
enrich them beyond measure.
They show us that there is joy in
simplicity and that love can be
communicated without words.
They help us understand that life is to
be lived in the moment without regrets
over the past or worries about the future.
They teach us about companionship
and trust and about giving of ourselves:
our time, our attention, our affection.
Animals bring out our humanity and
help us become better people.
All we need do is open our hearts
to what we can learn from them.~ Mary Montgomery
Peace.

References used in this post:

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/spooky?s=t

About Writing on Wednesdays: Writing Prompts and Memories

Writing prompts are fun and they get those creative juices flowing that sometimes lead to a great story. To Touch a Unicorn was created from a writing prompt Chuck Wendig gave on his blog. He has writing challenges every Friday I enjoy reading even if I don’t always participate.

This week Tracey and I decided we wanted to begin using writing prompts. We each picked a sentence from Daily Writing Tips last Monday. The goal is a minimum of 500 words and we have from Monday to Sunday to complete. On Sunday we’ll share our stories with each other for review. It should be fun.

Tracey chose ‘They came back every year to lay flowers at the spot’ for this week.  This is an interesting sentence because it can be creepy or sad. I can’t wait to see what she does with it. Maybe Tracey will let me put up what she writes. She should because she is a talented writer.

The story prompt I chose for this week is ‘It was the first snowfall of the year.’  This sentence is haunting but the why of it didn’t strike me at first. It was when I was going over my beginning sentences that I realized I was using childhood memories. Here are my first several sentences:

It was the first snowfall of the year but the shivers racking Scarlett Miller wasn’t from the cold, it was the tracks in the snow leading up the stairs to her back door. The same back door that was partly open when she got up that morning. She knew two things had stopped the intruder from coming in: an old trunk full of books sitting in front of the door and Ginger.

A good start I think. I was eleven when the incident I’m drawing from occurred. Yes there was snow and yes there were tracks leading up stairs to our back door. Instead of a trunk of books there was an empty trunk with a large wooden cage on it that had two gerbils inside. I truly believe Ginger saved us that night. Her and her alone. It was just my mom, me and my brother because my dad drove a truck over the road and they knew it.  Ginger was a hero and deserves to be remembered for her love and loyalty. Ginger is why I always feel safer with dogs in the house to at least alert me they hear something.

Children are so naive and trusting. I was no exception. Looking back I realize I must have worked my guardian angel a lot during those years. Sometimes I want to cry for that girl because no child should see or hear some of the things I did but then I remember I am blessed because many of those things could have turned out so much worse.

One day as I walked home from school one of the new neighbors, an older woman, from across the street called to me from her front door, I walked over, she invited me to come in and I did. Inside there was another woman and two men. They were so friendly and when they asked questions about me and my family I answered them.

They said they wanted me to do chores for them to earn a little money, ironing and such. Excited I ran home to ask my mother if I could work for our nice neighbors. To their credit they did tell my mom about themselves, turns out the guys were just out of prison for rape and murder. Her answer was a resounding ‘no’ to me with a stay away from them added for good measure.

Not too long after that the incident with the back door occurred. Not too long after that the murderer killed the rapist. Yes, I saw that. Not the actual killing but the aftermath. I could see the police car and ambulance from the top of the hill where the school bus dropped me off. The paramedics rolled the rapist out of the house and just as I walked by they got to the ambulance on the road. The bullet hole between his eyes could be clearly seen. The murderer went back to jail and the wives moved away. So did we.

Do we know for certain who it was trying to break in our back door? No. But I’d say the odds were pretty good it was one or both from across the street, don’t you? I think I’ve mentioned how beautiful my mother was as a young woman. I think I’ve also mentioned how men stared and occasionally followed her around. My mother did not encourage them that I can recall nor did she dress inappropriately but something made men stop and look and then look again. Whatever ‘it’ was it also made a few of them act inappropriately.

There were at least five incidents that were truly creepy and scary that I remember. One in Maryland involving one of our neighbors stalking her (I don’t remember much except my mother talking with a friend about contacting the police, I  remember being afraid), an incident in California where my mother got money from a company because the man who worked for them actually caused her physical harm, two in Georgia (including the incident I’ve talked about) and one in North Carolina.  There’s more, I’m sure, but they didn’t go that high on the creepy/scary scale so I don’t remember them.

What I find interesting is that I didn’t consciously pick that sentence because of those memories. It kept going round and round in my head; I started putting together sentences before I remembered, “Oh, yeah. That actually happened.” It’s not like every time it snows I freak out or anything but it has always been in the back of my mind like a bug crawling around the kitchen floor. You try to stomp it but the thing is too fast and gets in a crack between the wall and floor before you can kill it. Well now the memory has some use as I draw on it to write an awesome story, I hope.

Peace.

Fat Tuesday: Hello from Maryland

Yes, I made it here to Maryland last Thursday. Paul was awesome in helping me get ready to leave home. I’d been sick all week with what I thought was my sinuses but Tracey was sick with it this weekend. Since sinus problems aren’t something you can catch then I obviously had a virus or something. She’s doing better today but I feel bad I gave her something then left her at home to deal with it.

It was rough but I’ve made it for just over a week now without sugary items.  Yay! Holly and I went to the movies on Friday while Paul watched baby Faith. I did get popcorn, a lemonade icy (lemonade is on the ok list for now) and water. That was it! We saw Prometheus by the way. It was good. It is a prequel to the Alien movies. A bit vague on some points but Holly and I had fun debating what it all meant.

On Saturday we had popcorn again while we watched Predators (the new one). Holly ate Junior Mints on the sly. I didn’t know until I started to clean up. Bad Holly! I got back at her, without meaning to, Monday night by watching Cake Boss. She doesn’t feel like she can eat sugar because of me and complained the whole time. It seems watching other people eat cake without being able to eat some yourself is hard for some people. Who knew? I averted my eyes during those scenes and tried to distract myself by talking to Holly who advised me I was crazy. Lol.

Really, I’m not into self-torture although Holly thinks I am. I just enjoy watching flour and sugar being used to make incredible works of art. Buddy was on Cake Challenge several times and I sort of followed him from that show to Cake Boss. I don’t watch all the time but it’s fun to check in and see what’s happening with him and his family.

To celebrate my sugar-free ten days, I am making strawberry shortcake today. Normally I like to use a sugar-free strawberry glaze but I haven’t been able to find any this year. I’m not happy about that. I like to use it instead of syrup on my pancakes, too. But I’ve made do with regular strawberry glaze; the whipped cream is sugar-free and the biscuits are home-made with little sugar. It’s a tasty treat that doesn’t stir up all those cravings. I’m looking forward to it.

My friend Diane sent me an email last week and with her permission, here it is in part:

Diets do not work. It is a known fact. Your body will get confused with lack of food, then when you give in and eat more, your body reacts by storing more in case of the next starving time.

Me: I know and it sucks. I wish dieting works, it would be nice just to be able to go through the whole denial thing once and be skinny forever but that’s a pipe dream for sure. The whole diet industry is only around to make money, not because they have a genuine caring for the fat to obese people they are supposed to help.
You need a lifestyle change. Try only eating food that has no preservatives/additives in them. It means you have to cook them.
Me: Lol. She’s killing me here. Talking about changing your lifestyle and actually doing it are two different things. I’ve talked about for years. But actually doing it? It’s like I said, tomorrow never comes. I do like to cook, I just hate cleaning the mess up afterward.
I remove all processed foods from my life and added fibre, fresh fruit, vegs, red and white meats, oats, etc. I prepare them at home and cook and enjoy. 
Me: I don’t eat red meat. I stopped for a lot of reasons and I keep thinking poultry’s gotta go, too. Some day it probably will. I’m working on getting more of the fibre, fruits and veggies.
You can substitute coke/soda/purchased drinks with fruit juice/veg juice/herb teas you make at home. (Think juice extractor.)
Me: I stopped drinking sodas many years ago because of kidney stones. I love fruit juices but they can be abused so I try to limit them. Herb teas have recently been added to my diet. I do like them and they do help with cravings and um, cleaning the body out. As it were. I’ve always loved to drink water and I drink six to eight glasses every day.
I even make my own bread, chocolate, and ice cream (minus the preservatives/additives).
Me: Oh, man. Diane. I’m whining here and my mouth is watering.
I have days where I only eat fruit all day. As much as I want. It is convenient when I don’t feel like cooking or am busy writing. And really tasty in summer with our wide variety of fruits.
Me: This is a good suggestion. I’m just not sure how Paul and Tracey feel about it. Maybe a chef salad for them?
Diane’s email made me realize I needed to clarify some things which is why I posted it and made comments. I’m not dieting. I am trying to change my life. It will not be easy because I have a serious control problem where sugar is concerned. I can’t just eat a little and push it away; before it’s all over I eat the whole thing if I can. For me it’s like a siren’s call that can not be ignored.
I have no idea if I’ve lost weight this week since I don’t have access to my scale. Stay tuned.
This week’s reason to lose weight: I need to get new clothes and it would be nice to get them a size or two smaller.
My goal for the next week hasn’t changed: stay off the sugary items.
Sue Santore has a great post this week and a great recipe for a breakfast smoothie. Blueberry, yum.
Peace.

Fat Tuesday: Let’s Try This Again

I made it through to the seventh day. Wednesday I fought off the cravings for something sweet all day. Thursday was actually a pretty good day. Friday I braced myself for the worst because I went grocery shopping. To keep from buying inappropriate ‘junk’ foods for a quick fix I made sure I ate a decent meal before I went into the combat zone.

Do you realize how grocery stores, drug stores, dollar stores, retail stores and convenience stores are set up? If you have the slightest pang of hunger, a niggle for something to munch, the slightest weakening of will they have made it easy for temptation to overcome your better judgement.

From the minute you walk in the store you are surrounded by displays of snacks of all sizes, shapes and tastes. Even the bakery is right there beside the produce section. Before you can leave the store you have to stand in line with candy and other munchies within reaching distance. I felt like whimpering the entire time. The odds are really stacked against anyone succeeding for long on a diet. But I was strong and made it through the several hours it took me to shop.

I taped The Five and watched it when I came home. I couldn’t believe it. Even they were conspiring against me with Bob Beckel munching on a plate of donuts in defiance of Mayor Bloomberg in N.Y. Honestly Bob? Take it from me, you’re just cutting your nose off to spite your face. Bloomberg really doesn’t care.

Fortunately, Bob didn’t tempt me with his donuts. Then Saturday came. It was a rough day for a lot of reasons. We’ll just leave it at that. I went through all the recommended diversions. I gave it about two hours before caving. I really wanted to run to the store for some chocolate but I did manage to resist that particular urge.

I made some peanut butter junkie instead. Does it make a difference if I said the sugar is a natural pure cane sugar and not the white kind? Or the peanut butter is Skippy Natural Super Chunk? That I used Brummel and Brown’s yogurt butter and pure vanilla? Probably not, but I did try to keep the damage to a minimum.

As of today, once again, I’m at two days with no sugar. It’s not been too hard this time. For one, the peanut butter junkie wasn’t all that great, it just didn’t taste good this time for whatever reason. Sunday was a good day in spite of my slip up and I got a lot done.  For two I woke up sick on Monday and I’m still not doing that great so no cravings except for sleep.

Now the good news. I lost five pounds anyway as of today. Yay! Part of it is probably water weight but I’ll take it. The urge to weigh myself again has been with me all day but so far I’ve resisted that, too.

Excuse for last week’s screw up: I wanted comfort food.

In my refrigerator now: 2% low-fat milk, yellow squash, strawberries, oranges, apricots, apples, 2% low-fat cheese, salad, salad dressing, condiments, low sugar grape jelly, cream cheese, lemonade, Brummel & Brown yogurt butter, all natural eggs, Yoplait light yogurts of different varieties, 4% low-fat cottage cheese, a loaf of sourdough bread, bread sticks, turkey meat for meat loaf, lemon juice, tomatoes, celery, a cucumber, sparkling grape juice, oj, shredded cheddar cheese, left over broccoli casserole, lizard food(including grasshoppers and mill worms) and carrots. I think that’s it.

This week’s reason for getting in better shape: Not being able to close my mouth is a stupid reason to die too soon.

Goal for this coming week: It’s going to be a challenge but again it’s to stay off the sugary things like candy bars, cakes, etc., because I am travelling to Maryland this week. Travel is another excuse I have for eating things bad for me. Also, I planned to exercise some this week but got foiled with being sick. I’ll see what I can do in Maryland.

So what have you been tempted with lately? How’s your will power? Do you have any weekly goals? What do you think of Bob Beckel? Be nice, lol.

Peace.

Just Call Me Nonna

If you haven’t seen the photos of Faith I put up on Friday and you want to then please click here.

So we had the baby shower March 31. I will share a few photos from the shower on Friday because I think they’re worth sharing. We had a great time; John and Holly got a lot of gifts they were thrilled with for Faith.

After the shower it was time to recover. Holly and John went to scout out some job offers leaving Rex with me. The plan being that Paul and I would take Rex to Maryland in about two weeks, stay a couple of days to help Holly get the nursery ready then come home. After about a week I would go back to stay with them until Faith was born and a bit afterwards to help out.

The best laid plans never happen.

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About Writing on Wednesdays: News and Buzzy Mag

Happy Writing Everyone!

Long Pause while I think how to start.

Ok. Let me start with the baby shower stuff. I made the diaper cake for this Saturday. I think it came out ok for a first try, there’s a couple of things I would do different but overall I’m pleased. Tracey said it was cute and that’s high praise indeed coming from her. Pictures were taken and I will share if not this Friday then the next depending on how I’m feeling.  I may just wait until after the shower because I’ll be taking even more pictures so I might as well do it all together. Right?

What else? Oh, y’all remember me talking last year about how much I admired Allen Wold?  Well, I got up the courage to friend him on Facebook. Oh yes, I did. I wanted to thank him for the help he gave me during the workshop last year. I really tried to make the workshop this year but I was running late, there was a car accident (I was not involved with that) and well, it just didn’t seem meant to be. Next year, maybe.

Remember how gracious I said he was? He still is. I’m such a fan. Anyway, he friended me back. Ahhhhh! Just a little scream. Lol. He sent me a very nice message saying he was glad to help. **Sigh** So nice. I think I read in the Stellarcon paperwork that he’s working on some stuff and may have some new work coming out. Yay! Can’t wait.

The other piece of writing news I’d like to share is Buzzy Mag made its debut on Monday.  Double yay! Please go take a look around. There are all kind of interviews, the short stories (under the heading for Fiction) and other things to enjoy. I still don’t know when To Touch A Unicorn will be out but you can be sure I will let y’all know.

I’m a bit behind on everything including my email. I’ve well over 2,000 emails right now in my box. If you’ve emailed me or if I’m on your blog and haven’t been in a while it’s probably going to get worse. **Wincing** Sorry about that. I will answer or get there eventually. I have a lot to do between now and when Faith’s born so I hope you’ll forgive me. I’ll catch up as soon as I can.

Oh, let me also update you on Merlin. He is eating like a toothless ole pig and has gained some weight back. Lol. His fur looks really good, he still has a bit of a snotty nose but otherwise he is doing a-okay.

Next on the agenda is Hero, the little stray cat that has been running around here for a little over a year. I am not sorry to report his bachelor ways are soon to be ended. He has an appointment with the vet for a makeover next week. Shhh! Don’t tell him.

Rex will also be with me by the end of the week when Holly and John come in. He’ll be with me for about ten days before Paul and I take him back to Maryland. We’ll help Holly with a few things, come home for about a week or so then I’ll be heading back up there, somehow, to wait out Faith’s arrival. Can’t wait.

That’ s all the writing and otherwise news for today.

Here’s some music cause, dang, I just realized I need to relax.

 

 

 

I’m a little more relaxed how about you? Are you waiting in anticipation for something to happen? Do you keep secrets from your animals or kids? When have you gotten the courage to do something new or different? What was it?

Peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good Bye 2011

Its been fun but it’s time to look forward to fresh experiences, reach for more goals and meet new challenges.

Year End Wrap-up

My photos of the gender reveal party weren’t all that great. What a coinkydink, I just took a new Photoshop Elements course and I’ve been working on them this last week. I should have them up by this Monday or Tuesday at the latest. I didn’t use a flash and didn’t stop to check what was happening and they were a little dark and off in color. The lighting really was awful in that room.

Everyone was either looked like a zombie or had huge shadows around their eyes.  Not a problem but it’s taking a bit of time to fix them. Yeah, I’m enjoying myself. 🙂 Otherwise, we had fun at the party and I can’t wait to share.

Let’s see, what else? Oh, yeah. I revised To Touch a Unicorn one last time (I swear!) and submitted it to a magazine a couple of days before Christmas. I’m still cringing over it but I promised a friend I would and I did. Wish me luck! Also, I started the sequel to the short story called Whispers of the Unicorns.

Hmmn. I finished up the Photoshop Elements course just after Christmas. I am not doing that again. What was I thinking to start a class just before the holidays? I ended up with a 94 on the final exam that I’m extremely happy with. The funny thing is I did great on the hard stuff and missed two simple questions. One question I still think was subjective but I’m not quibbling cause I got the hard stuff.

The last couple of lessons had some really cool stuff like denuding tigers and making polar bears disappear. It was a lot of fun but I felt so sorry for the poor tiger I gave his stripes back.  I gotta work on that technique anyway.

No goals were really set for this year.  I ended up 2010 sick and started 2011 sick.  January 2nd has not been good to us these past two years.  Resolutions were forgotten or not started because of that and Paul lost first his sister and then his uncle on January 2nd of 2010 and 2011. This year I am going to believe that January 2012 will be a month to remember for good things not sad.

But I can say that it has been a good year in spite of its rockiness and sad times. I went to my first con and met Terry Bane there. It took us over six months to hook up again but it’s been a pleasure to get to know her. Terry and her husband are role-playing gamers. Glenn actually designs his own games. They invited Tracey to play his new game and Terry told her she will be credited for that. She plans to join another session with them early in January.

Health wise I finally managed to kick the virus that hung of for so long to the curb.  All I gotta say is Sage tea is awesome, if you’re congested it’s the way to go. Green tea is a great substitute or addition.

Even though I signed up for the worst possible time of year I still loved the Photoshop Elements class. Fun, fun, fun. I learned lots and I want to take the second class if I can.

The best of this year was when we found out Holly is expecting. The second best was when we got to see the first sonogram of The Peanut. Nothing can beat that. Holly’s belly is rounding nicely.

More

Earthquake!

I didn’t even realize it a first.

The bed started to shake and our fan bounced around. Initially I wondered if it was an earthquake then decided it had to be the washer. We don’t have earthquakes that big in North Carolina. I yelled at Tracey to check the washer and went back to reading my book.

A minute later Tracey comes in and asks if I felt that. After verifying the washer wasn’t on I informed her she had just experienced her first earthquake. Even then I kept thinking it couldn’t have been that. We called my mother who didn’t feel a thing then turned on the news and sure enough. Earthquake!

The animals didn’t react either. It woke the lab up but she just went back to sleep. The cats didn’t seem to notice it at all. Daygan could have been reacting or it could be one of those crickets she likes to suck up was giving her indigestion. As a baby frilled dragon it could have been anything making him/her antsy, they’re nervous about everything with good reason I suppose.

It really wasn’t all that bad considering. Fox News seemed concerned that people were overreacting and California was laughing at us but hey, we southerners are used to people laughing at us. If it’s not the accent it’s the joy we take in the rare snowfalls we get.

I wanted to tell Shephard Smith from Fox news to stop stomping on our excitement and let us enjoy this little quake. Heaven knows from April to October we don’t have any excitement because there’s no chance of snow at all.

Now God goes and shakes our world and killjoy Fox wants us to ignore it? Hel-lo. We are happy because we just got us a real honest to God earthquake on the East Coast. We’ve got something else to talk about besides how frigging hot it is and Fox wants us to calm down, not use our cells and watch Libya who’s across the world. Hah! Not happening.

And really Fox? It seems they felt New Yorkers and other northern states didn’t react well to the quake and I can really understand that but we don’t all live in New York. I did call my daughter who was at school in Baltimore, Maryland but she didn’t feel anything. In fact didn’t know what was going on til she was on her way home.

 I don’t know if John felt the quake or not. He works in D.C. so he may have felt more than Holly did. I’ll ask Holly later cause I didn’t talk to her but a minute. I do have the right to check with her and make sure she’s ok even if I know she probably is. Sorry Fox. I did use the phone to call my daughter’s cell. Get over it.

Besides that I’m not sure if Fox was concerned so much about the people’s reaction to the quake so much as they were concerned about people on the West Coast laughing at us. I believe we can handle a few snickers.

The only thing Fox said right, as far as I’m concerned, is people should be worried about Irene heading our way. That’s true but it’s not gonna stop us from enjoying our own little earthquake for about a day. Irene isn’t due til this weekend and most of us can multi task.

I went to the convenience store to meet my heart sister, Ruth, who was in town. The clerk asked me if I felt the quake. I said I sure did and she was like I did, too. Then she says I thought it was the washer. Instant kinship. I love southerners. We bond over the dumbest things.

Ruth and her husband, Howard also felt the quake in Kannapolis, they live near Charlotte. She thought it was her grandson shaking the table til Howard told her otherwise.

What kills me is she and I should have known better cause we both lived in California. Hell, she was born there. I feel her blood or something should have recognized an earthquake was happening. Since it didn’t I felt better about thinking it was the washer.

We lived in El Monte and had some damage to our home when an earthquake hit. I can remember my mom grabbing me and my brother and shoving us under the kitchen table then going to find my dad. I really have no idea how she did all that with the world trying to turn upside down.

Think of a furnished doll house. Pick that doll house up, shake it hard, shake it up, down, and sideways. Hear the furniture and dolls crashing into one another? Hear the walls of the doll house cracking as they buckle?

Now think of that happening to a real house with real people and their things inside and you might have an idea of how a 7.2 earthquake feels. That was the magnitude that hit L.A. and the surrounding areas when I lived there in 1971.

We moved to California in about 1968? 1969? We weren’t there five minutes when we felt our first quake. After that it was fires so close we had ashes floating down on us, floods then finally the 1971 quake. My mom said she’d had enough and after a brief stay in Arizona we moved on to Tennessee, Maryland, Georgia and last North Carolina. My mom should have been born a gypsy. God knows she had wandering feet.

What about you? Any earthquakes, fires or hurricanes you want to discuss? Am I being too hard on Fox? I don’t think so.They were buttheads because while New York might have been nervous about the quake they weren’t out of control. I think it was more a case of Fox overreacting rather than New York. Or at least Shepherd Smith. He actually said turn the channel if you want more news about the earthquake. So I did.

Here’s an article about the 1971 earthquake if you’re interested:

http://www3.gendisasters.com/california/8191/los-angeles-vicinity-ca-earthquake-feb-1971

 

 

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