Writing when all else fails
I'm blaming it on the fact that I'm 8 months pregnant, but as my husband regularly reminds me, I was pretty ditzy before hand, so it may not be all that valid of an excuse.
Worse than forgetting to blog, though, I keep forgetting to actually write. You know, that thing that so many of us do, that keeps us coming back to the blog for a community of fellow writers, inspiration, strategies, commiseration, etc? THAT thing? Yeah. Somehow I forget that. A week will go by, two, and I'll think, "Gee, I haven't written anything in days!"
My creativity has flown the coop. Entirely.
I know I'd feel better if I was writing every morning. More centered. Kind of like yoga for some people, writing is my way of getting my head on straight. Needless to say, without it, my head has been spinning around and flying off like a cartoon animal's.
But the creative part of me is just not working right now. It's on hiatus until after this baby comes. And then, I'm pretty sure it will stay on hiatus, at least until we get past the all-night scream-fests. I've even had these horrible thoughts of "Well, maybe it's not so bad to stop writing. I mean, I don't have to write. It's not like I'm getting paid. No one will notice if I stop...."
These are very dangerous thoughts. Anyone else having these thoughts? When you kind of glance around the deck, all sly-like, sip your rum, and think, "Who would really notice if I just hung out with the hotties and didn't write anything down?"
What do you do when your creativity takes a nose-dive, either through stress or work or life or anything else? How do you keep yourself on the writing path when you're pretty sure no one would notice if you just sit down and stare at the pretty flowers for a while? Do you need to write every day to stay centered, or do you have yoga or something else for that?
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Honey, sometimes life just gets in the way of the things we want to do. Regardless if we remember that's what we want to do or not. Give yourself a break. Being 8 months preggo isn't anything to sneeze about. And you're still go-go-go like you've always been. It's not that you're ditzy, or spacey, or any other word your DH might say, it's that you've got a million f'in things to do. And being 8 months preggo doesn't help that. It only makes you slower to finish things that usually take you half the time.
I sometimes just have to take a break. I don't want my writing to be a source of stress. It shouldn't be. My writing is private. It's something I do for myself. One of the only things I do for myself. Don't stress yourself out over not writing every day. Writing may not be like riding a bicycle; but you are a writer. That's who you are. You'll get back to it once you settle back into a new routine. Just let the baby get here.
I don't have yoga. I have anxiety medicine. It's been working GREAT. Love it. A glass of wine has also been known to help.
Gotta agree with Sin--sometimes life just is in the way and you have to concentrate on treading water and sometimes you have to let some stuff go until you're rescued or you can rescue yourself. Not that life is ever really stable, but we all know there are periods where it's more stable than others.
I gotta say even when I'm not writing, I'm writing. If I don't get to write on my stories, I end up writing long florid emails, badly rhymed poetry and parodies, detailed grocery lists, and begging to edit my boss's articles about science. SCIENCE for the love of God. That's how bad it gets. I'll read books and think about how I would have written a piece of dialogue, plot, or character. I'll watch TV and do the same. Or movies. The writing is always there, even if I'm not at my keyboard. It's always with me.
Sin -- excellent point. Writing shouldn't be a whole new level of stress, or yet another chore that has to be completed. Thinking about as simply who I am (meaning, it will always be there when I come back to it) it excellent advice!
And yeah, why does it take so much longer to do anything!?! Ugh! It's a damn good thing I only want one child. I can't fathom doing this with a toddler to chase!
Helie - you edit science? I love it! I never thought of it that way, but you're right -- all those little things we do when thinking about characters or dialog or plots are still part of our writer's brain, even if working on a specific WIP has to go by the wayside for a bit.
Treading water is a good analogy :) I gotta remember that one.
Science Education articles. Occasionally. Mostly I'm correcting his grammar or sentence structure, I like when it gets to the point where even I can grasp what he's talking about--and I'm neither a teacher nor a whiz at science.
There is science behind the whole "baby brain" phenomenon.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/36018574/ns/health-pregnancy/
This article mentions high levels of sex hormones messing with memory. I wonder if that's what happens to some guys....
Anyway, I can completely relate to the whole not being able to write. In my last trimester, I wrote 10K of complete garbage. I cut it out a couple months ago, remember? LOL! And I still haven't been able to get my mind working right. I'm hoping it's going to start getting better soon since the little dearest is 6 months now but I haven't seen a whole lot of improvement yet.
Give yourself a break. You're working hard. It takes a lot of energy to create another person.
I'm not a science person either. I find myself editing crap for my boss that's over my head in terms of content. I usually add a little sticky that says "I have no idea what you're trying to say here, but it's now grammatically correct" lol. Of course, he's one of those absent-minded-professor types who talks in long, rambley sentences. I'm the same way -- if I can get it to a point where even I can understand it, I figure I've done a good job.
*LOL* Those are very similar to the remarks I say to my Director! And he rambles! I'm always chopping his sentences in half to make it more readable, OR correcting his sentences so he doesn't start EVERY sentence with "According to" or "However".
But yeah, I have notes where I say, "Is this really supposed to be worded this way because it sounds gibberish to me?" and he reassures me it is and we move on.
ha!! I think we have the same job :) My boss starts everything with "And so." He'll write what should be a complete sentence, write "and so" (no commas or nothing) and just keep going. He'll end up with three or four sentences, all connected with "and so." And then half the time he actually bothers to use a period and start a new sentence, the new one starts with "and so"...it's hilarious. (less hilarious when he wants something edited RIGHT NOW, I will say :))
Aha! Marn has the proof! Thank you -- I'm going to show this to him so he'll stop making fun of me. Last night, he said to me, "Not every part of of your body can stop working correctly at the same time." and I was like, "Uh, yeah, that's pretty much exactly what's happening here." We had our first childbirth class Monday (*shudder*) and I think it helped him see that I'm really not making this shit up.
I remember you saying how much you had to cut. I keep reminding myself of that. "Marn had to cut stuff too...it's okay...it'll come back!" lol.
*LOL* Yes, we definitely have the same job. Only I don't grade papers or teach anything. But the editing is familiar. And the "and so" but mine likes to use other conjunctions to begin sentences: "But" and "Yet" and "Then". My inner English teacher just screams whenever I see these sentences.
The only thing I don't like with the RIGHT NOW is if he emails me something and it has to be reformatted. Ugh. Not good with reformatting something in Word. I don't know why, but it likes to keep the past formatting and just work around it. It's like using the same canvas and painting over it...and you think everything is fine until the thing is ready to go to the art gallery--and you realize you can still see the old painting beneath the new painting. And it's clashing.
See, he can't SAY "Not every part of your body..." blah, blah, blah, because he's not pregnant and he's not the one speaking from experience here. That's like invalidating someone's feelings about a situation just because you've never felt that way. Just because it's never happened to you doesn't mean it could never happen.
I'm running out for lunch - I'll back to catch up!!
Yeah, I'm supposed to keep teaching/grading/etc totally separate from my "day job" on campus, but in a department as small as our, that's practically impossible. I'm not teaching again after this semester, and I can't even explain how relieved I am.
I'm not trying to totally bash the hubby -- he's trying to be understanding, in a dumb jock sort of way :) He's just sure I'm making this crap up. I don't know why, as all his friends with wives who have been through it assure him it's normal. I think he's just tired of all this and ready for me to go back to normal. Me too, buddy, ME TOO!!! lol.
You'd never know I read this first thing this morning. Sheesh. Damn people.
I can totally relate to this blog, and not just the baby brain. While I was still working on the degree, the writing had to wait. I'm a multi-tasker so it's hard to admit I can't do 50 things at once and not do them all well. But when it comes to creativity, I just need to engage more brain cells or something.
I mean, driving I can do without thinking. Sending emails or keying timesheets or copying checks. None of this takes more than half a cell. But writing takes like ten, which is a lot more effort than my little brain is used to.
The only way I can concentrate is if I have enough other stuff done. Like right now, my house is a wreck. I won't be able to do anything tonight, including make dinner, until we clean it up. This could be my brain using Donna's HOA to get out of shit, but it's just how I work.
No, I think we use Donna's HOA to get out of doing housework.
There is something about having a clean house to work in that makes everything feel more productive, you feel more content. If your house is a mess long enough, it's just depressing. You feel depressed. *LOL* It's weird.
Not that my place is ever clean--because that would involve a lot less clutter than I have. But I have neatened clutter...with some vacuuming. And the dishes done.
I can handle "lived in". You know, the appearance that's it's clear people live there and function daily. But mine is sliding into "People live here and they have pigs." That's where I draw the line. The pigs live here look.
Never been pregnant, but I am in the oh-so-wonderful hormone hell of perimenapause and all I can say is... Hormones are like weather in Texas. Changing. All the time.
I would imagine the same is true with pregnancy. And hormones are involved in so many things we take for granted! Like memory.
I've given up and just admitted it's useless.
As for writing? Yup, had those times when I thought, no one would notice if I just stopped... It was an odd sort of comfort, but it was also a lie. I'd notice. I toyed with it, circled the idea and thankfully, was able to turn my back to it.
The writing has never been as easy as it was when I first started, in a glorious rush of magic. But it comes back. I almost think it was when I quit expecting the pure magic, only then did the talent settle down and return from the frenzy.
Hang in there!
Hal, I think you're being a little too tough on yourself. But I also think that's typical (esp. of women), because they feel responsible for everything getting done, and everybody feeling happy, and then they wear themselves out. Because whenever there is someone who tries to get everything done, everyone else around them will let them do it!
I also think that when we feel like this, maybe the answer is NOT to work harder -- it's to triage, figure out what is most important at this particular moment. It's easy to get caught up in the mania of it all and forget that not ALL of it has the same importance.
AND (I'm wrapping up, I swear!), we should look a little more long-term sometimes. Is whatever we're agonizing over right now going to show up in our obituary? Is this the thing we want to be remembered for? Or is there something more important than that? :)
I felt that "no one will notice" thing just this past Sunday. Went to bed determined to throw in the towel and stop pretending I have any business doing this crap. The fact that I woke up thinking, "I am not stopping now" made me feel like maybe I was wrong. LOL!
Hellie's "talk me off the ledge" email helped too.
Donna gets a prize for the obit stuff. I never think of things that way, but it makes total sense. I probably won't go down in history as the best party planner ever. Well, maybe in this company. But really, why am I fretting so?
And your first paragraph is totally me, Donnaroo. I can't stand to let something go undone, and within minutes peope figure this out. I'm always picking up someone else's slack.
I never like thinking about my obit. Mainly because I think it would be something like: "She's dead now and none of us knew her either, but don't worry, no one cares."
But I'd think that even if I wrote a 100 books, was married more than Liz Taylor and had a dozen kids. My obit still wouldn't be interesting because I'm not very interesting. *LOL*
You don't call all that interesting?! Sheesh.
You should write your own obit and have someone send it to the paper after you're gone. The snark might send the planet hurling toward the sun, but it would still be a fun read.
I’m a multi-tasker so it’s hard to admit I can’t do 50 things at once and not do them all well. But when it comes to creativity, I just need to engage more brain cells or something
So true, Ter, so true. It's hard to let things go as simply being more than I can take on right now.
And I'm just like you and Hellie. I need the house to be picked up enough for me to concentrate on anything else. If it's a mess, if I'm wading through clutter or dirty dishes, I can't focus on anything until that's taken care of.
I also can't focus if I have shoes on....but that's a whole different issue :)
Do you think I could actually TRUST anyone to submit my obit after I was gone? They'd spell my name wrong and no one would notice. Just wait.
Donna, that IS what happens! No one bothers to get off their ass and put the dishes in the dishwasher, because they know if they wait ten minutes, I'll come through and grab them all and take them away. Grr.
You've got a great point about thinking long-term over short-term. All the little day-to-day drudgery we get wrapped up in doesn't really matter in the long run. Sometimes it feels like it does, but it doesn't.
You can trust us, Hellie. We'll write you a good obit.....*mwahahaha*
The obit thing is because I was thinking this morning about all kinds of work stuff, from my last job, that used to make me tired and anxious and crazed. I would wake up in the middle of the night and worry about it, and how to get it all done, etc.
And now it doesn't matter. LOL None of it did, really, but I wasted so much valuable time/energy on it. It probably made ME feel more important that way, which is an even bigger waste.
I'm one of those people that seems to know what needs to get done and I do it, because I won't ask people to do something *I* won't do. My theory is that if they see me doing it, they won't have a fit when I ask them to do it--sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. LOL
Chance - yeah, hormones are the worst.
You have an excellent point that even if no one else noticed if I stopped writing, I would. And it would devastate me. I miss that magic at the beginning, before I got bogged down in editing and revisions. Hmm. Maybe that's what I need to do - set revisions aside for a while and just let whatever's in my head come flying out. That could be scary (in a good way!) :)
I hate jobs like that, where you wake up stressed out in the middle of the night. Not. Worth. It.
I've been interviewing for a couple positions on campus. I've been stumbling over myself trying to figure out way to say, "I have no ambition and want a secretarial job that I don't have to think about" without sounding absurdly lazy. What I really want is just a job I can do well in the 40 hours I'm willing to give it, and not think about again until I have to go back. Do those exist still? *sigh*
Hal, one reason I wanted to do NaNo this year is to reclaim some of that euphoria from drafting a wild mess of a story. I'd spent so much time on revisions, and even though I'm glad I did it, it made me miss the "fun" part of drafting.
So I highly recommend that. Even if it's something shorter. If it makes your heart beat faster, it's worth it. :)
f it makes your heart beat faster, it’s worth it.
So true! (as long as it isn't beating harder from too much stress!)
Did you feel like you got that euphoria you were looking for? I think that's a wonderful way to recapture that magic Chance was talking about.
Hal, I think we're looking for the same job! LOL Let me know what you come up with for an answer. :) I work hard and will do a good job--I just don't want to drain myself so much that my writing suffers.
And yes, I did get that euphoria. I was worried that it might have disappeared. Turns out it was just dormant. :)
Outside of party planning, I have that kind of job, Hal. I never work more than 40 hours a week and though they drive me nuts while I'm here, it doesn't typically go home with me. There's nothing wrong with wanting to work to live and not live to work. I say go for it.
And just tell them you want a change. :)
Hellie - I'd do it. Except I'm probably going to go first. LOL! Sign Sin up for the job, she's younger than us. And she's a ninja. She'll live forever.
I work hard and will do a good job–I just don’t want to drain myself so much that my writing suffers.
Exactly! But apparently that's not the best thing to say in an interview :)
And yay for recapturing the dormant euphoria. *raising my rum glass* Here's hoping it sticks around!
Ter, exactly. I have no great ambition to move up, but I'm willing to work hard (enough) while I'm there.
Luckily, my current job is funded by grants and research contracts, and as such is getting more and more unstable in this economy. That's all I have to say when asked why I'm moving. Everybody nods and groans and totally understands :)
I just found this on a Demotivation poster and thought it applied to this discussion.
Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove... But the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly crazy that my ruins become a tourist attraction.
Hal - I work for a contractor so I know the feeling. But our customer is the government (military mostly) so we've weathered the storm pretty well. In fact, the government just gave a bunch of people 10% raises across the board.
Tax dollas at work!
LOL, Terri -- I love the tourist attraction part! Now I've got a goal!
Sin probably would do a good obit. Though she'd probably write something like I was kissing sailors when I fell off the balcony and died. Or I was doing something else when I fell off the balcony and died...
I could live with that.
Er, you know what I mean.
I could live with that
lol. Live with it...die with it...whatever :)
tourist attraction! I love it.
Talking about demotivators, the hubs currently has this one as his desktop, which I find hilarious:
http://500motivators.com/motivate/me/inevitability-the-knowledge-thta-no-matter-wht-you-do-with-the-rest-of-your-life-youll-never-be-as-cool-as-a-bull-riding-monkey/
Ahh, government contracts. Most of our contracts are with the state of Maryland, so we've been okay so far, and actually are starting a new 3-year contract, so we're probably safe. I'd started looking for a new job when it appeared we wouldn't be safe, and am now having trouble motivating myself to get excited about staying in the current job....sigh...not a big deal, it has it's major advantages. I'm in a better spot than most people, thank goodness.
If you fall off the right balcony, you too could become a tourist attraction.
Just sayin'...
I have a coworker with a terrible attitude who complains about every damn thing. And I'm constantly throwing my pollyanna shit at her that this isn't working the fry machine or convincing sweaty, dilluted women that their ass does NOT look fat in those pants.
This is INFINITELY better than about a million other places we could be working. LOL!
Yeah, I have a private office, next to a bathroom no one else uses, can pretty much come and go as I please with no one noticing, a parking spot 5 feet from the door, and no dress code. There are WAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY worse jobs out there!
it’s to triage, figure out what is most important at this particular moment. Sing it, sister.
When I was preggo with the first little pirate, I was so huge (no seriously people, I gained almost 70 lbs) that I couldn't get around. Not being able to move forced me to triage. DH did a lot of the housework because I literally couldn't and we can't afford a maid. That time in my life made me realize that, while DH is usually pretty good about helping out (he does dishes, laundry, etc), he's capable of doing it all if I need him to. So, when I'm feeling overwhelmed, I just triage and delegate.
On the flipside, it works out for him too. When the wifey isn't stressed out or feeling harried, she's much easier to live with.
I remember you saying how much you had to cut. I keep reminding myself of that. “Marn had to cut stuff too…it’s okay…it’ll come back!” lol.
Honestly, I think it was good that I kept writing, even though I suspected it was complete dreck. Writing's a habit, at least for me (and I think for you, if I know you like I think I do). So, even if you're not setting the world on fire, you're still working out the muscle.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to work to live and not live to work. I say go for it.
Amen. Good luck looking for that job.
I have a coworker with a terrible attitude who complains about every damn thing. And I’m constantly throwing my pollyanna shit at her that this isn’t working the fry machine or convincing sweaty, dilluted women that their ass does NOT look fat in those pants
hahahahaa!!!
My theory is that if they see me doing it, they won’t have a fit when I ask them to do it–sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. LOL
Oh, this slays me! If I did that, people would see me doing it and then figure I had it covered so they needn't bother ever doing it. Ever.
I've got a great book back at home. It's like the 7 word epitaph... I'll blog about it, maybe on New Year's Eve...hee, hee.
Kudos to the job you can leave at work!
And Ter...I think being a fabulous party planner would be a pretty awesome thing to put in an obit. I'm hoping for "Made her dog happy."
Man. I definitely am never going to be as cool as a bull-riding monkey.
Off to drown my self-pity in another Christmas cookie....
That time in my life made me realize that, while DH is usually pretty good about helping out (he does dishes, laundry, etc), he’s capable of doing it all if I need him to.
Ha! BUS-ted. That's hilarious. I think Rob's finally figuring that out too. Can the dishes pile up for several days? Yes. Am I easier to live with if they don't? Oh yes.
And I think you're totally right on flexing-the-writing-muscle. I might just set aside revisions for a bit and just *write*. When I do so sit down to write, I just tie myself in knots trying to get revisions *just right* and it's a mess. So then I give up....ugh. Screw revisions :)
Oh, this slays me! If I did that, people would see me doing it and then figure I had it covered so they needn’t bother ever doing it. Ever.
Chance, my first reaction too. Donna, I think you're screwing yourself with this plan :)
Hal - I'm going to get all redneck here but I think that trying to revise when you're 8 months pregnant must be like trying to shit up against a wall. A whole lot of wasted effort. :P
At least I think it would have been for me. I didn't even attempt this time around.
Screw revisions. Just have fun! Whooppeee!!
like trying to shit up against a wall. A whole lot of wasted effort.
Not to mention something else to clean up. LOL
And Chance and Hellie -- my example had to do with when I was a manager. I was not one of those managers who sits on their fat ass and delegates to the minions. (I wish!) So if I took out the trash or cleaned the bathroom, they knew it wasn't beneath me, so they were more willing to do it when I asked them to. Especially when I let them know I only asked because I was doing something THEY could not do. :)
But in my next life I'm going to be rich, so everything I'm learning now will go to waste. LOL
hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
OMG I've never heard that before. Most hilarious thing ever! You're totally right. I don't know what I'm thinking.
I had a dog that could do that...
;-)
And yes, my philosophy, after decades of working and being taken advantage of? Never let them see exactly how competent you are, they'll just take advantage of you. (Cynical, I know. And not always true...)
Ah, Donna... in my experience, even then they'd do their damndest to ignore my request figuring I'd do it, eventually!
Yup, I've been the supervisor and found it so. But then again, I never had the power to actually fire anyone, which undoubtedly gives a 'request' more oomph!
Or I was just too easy to sucker into doing things myself. I real possibility!
There is something to be said for that. I had a manager at a restaurant once who would do whatever needed to be done. Waitress walked out? She grabbed an apron. Dishes piled up? She was back there scrubbing. She really pushed us hard, and wouldn't take slack from anybody, but the fact that she was the first one to pick up the mop bucket really said something about her. I definitely worked harder when she was in charge, than other managers who sat and gabbed on the phone and pointed at things!
Hey, maybe you're fairing better than I did. But there's nothing about my brain in the last trimester that would have been conducive to revisions.
Sample conversation with DH, a few weeks pre-baby.
Getting ready for a party.
Me: Can I go as someone else? I'm sick of people staring at me.
Him: They're just looking because you're so pregnant.
Me: I know, but I'm sick of the pity. I just want to be... incon... indis... no, that's not it. What's the word I'm looking, when you're someone else? Not someone else but like, pretending to be someone else? Gah!!
Him: Incognito?
Me: Right!
Him: *rolls eyes* Stop trying to use college words right now, babe.
Me: *sheepish* You're probably right.
Not to mention something else to clean up. LOL SO true! LOL!!
And I've definitely worked for bosses like that, who were the first to step in and work if something needed to be done. You're right; it always made me work harder for them.
dude. You could script my life right now. Soooo funny!
You could script my life right now.
Exactly. :) We all sound like this. LOL
My experience has been the same as Chance, if I do it then everyone assumes it's getting done and I'm screwed. It's so bad here, I"ve actually thrown fits that ended with "I am not your housekeeper!"
We have a sign above the kitchen sink at work that says "Your mother doesn't work here. Clean up your shit."
Now Marn is depressing me. I have those kinds of conversations now and I don't have crazy baby hormones to blame for it. LOL!
You'd never believe how many of Hellie's emails are just corrections on whatever the hell I was trying to say.
I”ve actually thrown fits that ended with “I am not your housekeeper!”
LMAO!
“Your mother doesn’t work here. Clean up your shit.”
:) hahaha!! That's awesome too.
Dudes, I've never been pregnant and done the "what's the word" game.
Helper: Hi! Can I help you find something?
Me: Yes! I was looking for something. I'm making fudge, and it calls for--crap--what are they called?
Helper: Chocolate chips?
Me: No, I remembered those. *sounding slightly affronted* No, you know, the white things, they melt, you put them in at the end...
Helper: *shaking head* I don't know. I can only cook ramen noodles.
Me: Yes, you do. They have big ones and small ones--and they're made of egg whites and sugar and cornstarch. What are they? Crap. They're puffy...
Helper: Marshmallows?
Me: YES! That's it.
:) hahaha!!
I do this kind of stuff all the time. It's like 20 questions with someone who didn't even know they were playing. LOL!
Did this conversation happen to take place last night? LOL!
Helper: *shaking head* I don’t know. I can only cook ramen noodles.
I just realized... did someone at a grocery store actually say this?! Um, find a new career, Helper. Or don't drop out of school
HA! That's like the bookstore clerk who doesn't read, but watches the movies! I WORKED with those!
Or the kid at the hardware store who's clearly never picked up a hammer. lol.
No, no, but I've had similar conversations in the past and it's always an elementary word. It's never a COLLEGE word I'm looking for. It's something like "cat" or "bat" or "hat", next to the place where Dr. Suess sat. It's nuts.
But when I've played the supermarket 20 questions game, the walmart kids don't know how to cook. You never ask them stuff. If you go to an upper scale place, say like HyVee or Schnucks, you have better luck someone knows how to do more than boil water.
Incidentally when I went to Aldis last night, I had a list and I scratched off stuff. Marshmallows was there. Basically I printed off a handful of recipes and went down a list of stuff I needed to buy, consolidating the recipes. "Oh, look, I need enough butter to keep a production of Holsteins busy for a month." I hope no one is getting their cholesterol checked soon after cookie day at work.
Ah, but isn't it hilarious when that is the kid that knows it all?
“Oh, look, I need enough butter to keep a production of Holsteins busy for a month.” I hope no one is getting their cholesterol checked soon after cookie day at work
Yum... cookies....
Or the kid at the hardware store who’s clearly never picked up a hammer. lol.
Seriously. :) Not to stereotype, but Mr. Hardware Store Manager, if the job applicant is wearing black nailpolish, has a red spiked mohawk and is sporting more chains than a set of tires in a New England winter, he's probably not going to be able to deliver a high standard of hardware Customer Service.
Just saying.
It’s never a COLLEGE word I’m looking for. It’s something like “cat” or “bat” or “hat”, next to the place where Dr. Suess sat. It’s nuts.
PS, I do this too. All the time.
But I'm also starting to call my sons by the other son's name. Like my mom used to do. And I used to think she was nuts.
Karma, you are a cruel cruel bitch.
Yum. I bypassed the cholesterol comment and went right for the cookies. Cholesterol? Whatever. They got meds for that now. lol
Off topic - I just sent the second round of revisions off to my editor! Whoop!
Ah, but isn’t it hilarious when that is the kid that knows it all?
It definitely is.
Hooray Chance!! :)
Way to go Chance!
Cholesterol? Whatever. They got meds for that now.
*LOL*
There are four kids in my family with my sister, Lynnette, being the oldest. At some point, we all grew a "le" on the front of out names.
LeTerri
LeChaz
LeCody
You knew mom was having an off day when she called someone Velvet. That was the dog. LOL!
I've actually yelled at Bumblebee and called him Isabelle.
;-)
I remember my Mom going through all the girls name until she reached me!
It's like with my bro-in-law and his partner. The number of times it comes out Jiff and Clim instead of Cliff and Jim!
Did Bumbles react? ;-)
Jiff and Clim. LOL!! I flipflop stuff all the time too. :) It's like my tongue doesn't work sometimes.
Jiff and Clim instead of Cliff and Jim
That's hilarious!
Yeah, thank god, I've never done it in front of them!
Is it any wonder I avoid housework? I decided I need to swiff the floors, and then I got a phone call--when I come back to the computer it says I don't have a wireless connection. Huh. I did when I got out the swiffer! I had to go through all kinds of gyrations to get it back on.
So that's all the housework I'm doing today!
Housework = Evil
Conversely, Professional Maid Service = Great Blessings.
Professional Maid Service = Great Blessings
It's what I aspire to! LOL
I would kill for a maid.
I might mean that seriously. lol.
Me, too!
Me too.
And an au pair, as previously mentioned.
Hell, I just want a clone so I can do all the things I want to do and not do the things I have to do.
I hope Santa is keeping track of all our wish lists! LOL
Wow ... I finally got caught up on reading the comments! No, no, but I’ve had similar conversations in the past and it’s always an elementary word. It’s never a COLLEGE word I’m looking for. It’s something like “cat” or “bat” or “hat”, next to the place where Dr. Suess sat. It’s nuts.
Some of those words to be pretty tricky to remember. I had a problem with the word cu-cu-cat once!
Some of those words CAN be pretty tricky . Jeez. Those C words are so darn hard!
My obit still wouldn’t be interesting because I’m not very interesting.
Mine wouldn't interesting either. All it would probably say is: she couldn't say cat.
That might be interesting, Julie!
It would be fun to haunt your tombstone and watch people walk by, look at the epitaph and wonder what the hell that means!
After my Dad passed, I visited his resting place a few months later and found myself studying this beautiful headstone near his. A reproduced phototgraph of a man hiking a trail with Half Dome (Yosemite) in the distance and a quote from Tolkien, Not all who wander are lost and I thought to myself, "Dad, you're in good company!"
Yes he is in good company, Chance. Thanks for sharing.
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