I’m not the type of person who fawns over celebrities. Never have been and probably never will be, but…
When I was little I had a crush on Bob Hope. Yeah, I know, strange person to have a crush on, but do you want to know what is even stranger? I used to tell people that when I die, I wanted Bob Hope to sing at my funeral. Come on, I was a little kid with no concept of death or the fact that he was at least 50 years older than me. (55 to be exact) :-)
And in my 20′s, I thought it would be awesome to invite George Burns to spend Christmas eve with my family. He could sit next to the roaring fire in the wood rocking chair, smoking his cigar.
But for the most part, I believe celebrities are just people, no better than you or I and there are very few that I would want to meet.
Maybe Denzel Washington or Sandra Bullock, or maybe Bill Cosby, or Betty White…Yeah Betty White. I bet she’s hilarious! And of course Stephen King.
But the one person I wanted to meet and actually got to was none other than Ozzy Osbourne. I know you are asking the same question as others have asked me, “Why would you want to meet Ozzy Osbourne?” (Typing that actually came out in my sister’s voice since she would be the one to ask me that kind of question.)
And you might think it’s because I grew up listening to him, but not so. I listened to country music, and it was the old school country music of Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, and Loretta Lynn, right up to 1984 and then one of my sisters introduced me to rock. Madonna, Michael Jackson, and Prince. I didn’t really know who Ozzy was until about 1996 when my middle son got into the hair bands and head banging rock. How can you not get into it when Metallica, Motley Crue, and Ozzy are blasting throughout the house. :-)
But my favorite songs by Ozzy aren’t all sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll. He actually has some really good songs with great lyrics.
I enjoyed meeting Ozzy and you know what? He is a really nice person. :-)
Nothing. Nada. Nil. No words. No sentences. No structure. No story.
The characters are having amazing dialogue. The scenes are set and the story is all coming together and yet…
For some reason I just can’t seem to get it written. Everything is coming together nicely, but only in my head.
Ever have that problem?
I can’t say it’s writer’s block, because I know the story. And yet it isn’t exactly procrastination. So what is it?
I sit down at the computer and open my work in progress and…Nothing. Nothing wants to be written.
I sit down with a notebook and pen and…Nada. Nil.
So help me out.
What do you do when you stare at your work in progress and yet can’t seem to write anything?
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We all seem to want more. More money. More time. More sleep. More love. More hours in the day. Just a little bit, or a lot, of ‘more’.
And we always seem to associate ‘more’ with happiness.
If I had more money, I’d be happy. If I lived in a bigger house, I’d be happy. And so on…
But I have never really been a material person. I’m happy with the basics. I hate shopping and I don’t like to spend money. I don’t go out and get manicures or pedicures. I can do those at home. And a basic wardrobe suits me fine, but…
My dad lives 35 miles south of me and my middle son lives 125 miles south of me and I’ve been thinking maybe I could sell my house and move halfway between the two of them. Great idea and the homes are not bad in price at the halfway point, but…
Don’t get me wrong. I have a decent house. Almost 2,300 sq. ft., on almost a quarter acre. And my house is your basic normal house, except that it has a unique den, which is 1,050 sq. ft., by itself, but…
I want more! I have been looking at homes on Zillow and not just at the halfway point, but right down in the same town as my son and…
I started looking at houses in the $250,000 range and then on a whim…I started looking at houses priced way higher.
I want more! More rooms, more space, a pool and a spa. A tennis court and 5 bathrooms that are bigger than half my house! A guest house for family and friends. Heck some of these houses have laundry rooms bigger than my living room. Some have libraries and home theaters. Some have lofts and 3 stories. The possibilities are endless…
I posted a photo and link of a house on my son’s facebook wall and my niece commented, “Are you moving?”
No, just wishing or maybe dreaming. They say if you are going to dream, dream big, and yet on the other hand; Be Careful what you wish for.
Besides, with ‘more’ you get: More problems, more responsibilities, more work, and you definitely have to spend more money.
That’s my ‘more’. What’s yours?
Today is my oldest son’s birthday. He is 38 today. Last year I had written a poem and have submitted it to a couple of poetry contests and even to “Chicken Soup for the Soul’s Miracles” edition, but alas it wasn’t accepted. So I said, “What the heck. I’ll share it with family and friends. I hope you enjoy it. I’m not a poet, but it comes from the heart, and even though it might not be perfect, it shows that a mother’s love for her child is the purest love of all.
The Greatest Gift
He gave me the gift of a newborn child
With ten chubby fingers and ten chubby toes
He gave me the gift of a caring pediatrician
Who told me to trust my instincts and that I would be a great mom
He gave me the gift of your first smile, first word, and your first step
He gave me the gift of a hug on your first day of school and a great teacher
Who encouraged your artistic talents and helped you grow
He gave me the gift of the best pediatric oncologist when you were diagnosed with leukemia just three weeks before you turned eleven
A doctor who put his palm on my forehead as I started to cry, telling me,
“If I could heal him like this, I would, but I can’t. So you have to be strong and together we will make him better.”
He gave me the gift of strength and love to stay by your side as you suffered through needle pokes, chemo, and hallucinations
He gave me the gift of faith and the courage to treat every day as a new adventure Because we never know what tomorrow might bring
He gave me the gift of a grown child
Happy and healthy and cancer free
Who is loving and generous
Kind and caring
He gave me the greatest gift
You, My Son
And I Thank Him
Okay it is officially Saturday, April 12th somewhere. :-) Let’s Talk about “K”
I’m a huge Stephen King fan. I have been ever since I first saw “Carrie” on TV, back in the 80′s. See my featured image? That’s my dining room table and those are all books by Stephen King. Believe it or not, there are 72 of them on the table and here you doubted me saying I was a huge fan. Tsk, tsk, tsk. :-) I also have 3 on my Kindle. I was going to post the list of them, but decided against it. So if you want to know which ones I have in my collection, let me know and I’ll email the list to you. :-)
Have I read them all? I believe so. But then again…I pulled out “Eyes of the Dragon” last week and realized I had not read it, so I read it! :-)
Since Christmas I have read; “Eyes of the Dragon”, “11/22/63″, and “Doctor Sleep” which is the sequel to “The Shining” None of them scary, per say, but very enjoyable. I had been wanting to read “11/22/63″ because I had heard that it had the worst written sex scene in it. LOL! Guess Stephen King isn’t noted for his sex scenes. :-) But to be honest, there wasn’t much of a sex scene to even rate. The hero licking the heroine’s lips was a bit odd though.
If you are a Stephen King fan, I highly recommend “Doctor Sleep”
I also read, “The Stephen King Illustrated Companion” by Bev Vincent and it was very interesting.
Check them out. Well, it’s the weekend. See you all on Monday where “L” is about the purest form of love and I will be sharing a poem with you. Have a great weekend everyone!
We are only into the second week of April and already experiencing days in the 90′s (F) 30′s (C). It looks like we are going to have a long hot summer this year.
I know you have heard most of this before, but…I want to share a few things about staying healthy and safe during the heat of the summer.
Don’t exercise in the hottest part of the day. Get your run in early in the morning or in the early evening hours.
If you have to be outside, try and find a shady spot, wear a hat, but make sure it’s made of a breathable material that lets heat dissipate.
Eat Light. Lots of fresh fruit and veges. Have sandwiches for dinner. Tuna, egg salad, or lunch meat are all good choices, so you don’t heat up the house. Add a fruit salad or chips and salsa.
Stay hydrated. Drink water or unsweetened ice tea, instead of soda. If you want something with a little flavor, add a wedge of lime or lemon, or squeeze half of an orange in.
If you are going to be spending time in your back yard, these help keep you cool.
This fan can be used indoors or out and has an attached mister that can be hooked up to the hose, when used outdoors. :-)
Or you can pick up a twist and mist at Wal-Mart for a reasonable price.
Another idea I like are the water gel crystals.
If you sew, you can find craft patterns for them here. They make great headbands and neck coolers. And there is even a pattern for an icy cool pet mat!
And speaking of pets, don’t forget that they get hot too. If they have to be outside, make sure they have shade and a fresh supply of water.
And last but not least, Even if the windows are cracked open and you think you will only be a few minutes Do Not under any circumstances leave your kids or pets in the car. The interior of a car heats up quickly and children, pets, and the elderly are more susceptible to heat stroke and even death from being in a hot car.
Here’s wishing you all a safe, healthy, and happy summer!
I seem to be grappling with my writing. (Is that a word?) Sounds strange and yet familiar. I googled the word, Grapple and came up with, ‘A grape combined with an apple.’ No, really! You can read about Grapples here. But evidently that isn’t what I was looking for, so I pulled out my trusty paperback dictionary (Webster’s Dictionary, 1997 edition) and this was what I found:
grapple n. grapnel; grip; contest at close quarters. – v.t. sieze with a grapnel; sieze firmly. – v.i. contend (with), come to grips.
But I thought grapple meant; to struggle.
So I pulled out my 1979 Roget’s College Thesaurus and this is what I found;
grapple, v. sieze, grasp, clutch, struggle, contend.
Okay, that’s a little bit better, but I like this one the best;
; to deal with a problem. Plain, simple, and explains exactly what I’m grappling with. :-)
And then there is this one at Merriam-Webster
So anyway, I’ve been struggling to get a grasp on my ‘g’ words. I was going to share a short story, but I got this far and couldn’t come to grips with where I wanted it to go.
“The Garden Gate”
The garden gate hung askew on the rusty hinges. Years of the Minnesota weather had not been kind to it. Julie reached down and touched the peeling paint and the memories came flooding back. The gate let out a loud squawk as she pushed it open and stepped into the yard.
Okay, that’s all. :-) I’ll work on it and see where it ends up. :-)
Happy Tuesday everyone! Don’t forget to stop by for tomorrow’s A to Z challenge.
We didn’t really have a winter here this year and spring has seemed to pass us by. According to weather reports we will be 91F tomorrow and 94F on Tuesday. Summer is here and yet the flowers are just beginning to bloom.
My mom had a green thumb. No matter what she planted, flourished. For me, the only things that seem to grow are succulents, weeds, and hardy plants that pop up just about everywhere. But I wanted to share some of the flowers that withstand my brown thumb.
Happy Monday Everyone! Here’s wishing you a week filled with Beauty.
Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow for “G” in the AtoZ Challenge!