I know, I know--another month has almost gone by--oh wait make that two months.  A few of the other editors and writers at Freya's Bower and Wild Child keep telling me that I should keep a regular blog and then I'd sell more books.  Considering I don't have many readers that may or may not be true.

A lot has happened in the last couple months.  Biggest event, my husband has deployed to Iraq for his second time.  He'll be gone at least a year.  To some women that may sound great--do what you want no man around etc. etc.  Sigh.

Single parenting is not fun.  Not at any time, but add to that the day to day stress of knowing someone you love and care about is in harms way 24/7 and the stress of having to help your kids with those issues--it isn't even close to fun.

The Holidays are my spouses favorite time of year--and this year I feel like i am only going through the motions--and again a lot of the going through the motions is for my daughter.

The second thing --my son PCS'd to his first duty station--he's in Germany.  So the house feels even emptier.

and third The Forge became on of Freya's Bowers best sellers--so if you haven't bought it yet--and you like a good erotic romance and SciFi--head on over there and bump me up the list.  Hey buy a copy for a christmas gift.

Back to decorating.

Shawn

The First Time . . .

Well, I did it.  The first time I ever did this.  I blocked someone from my site.  I used to just let negative crap roll off me--I still do for the most part, but I've also decided that life is too full of nasty crap as it is to have to deal with stuff I don't want to or have to.

First off, my sexual preferences are none of anyone's concern--and if you can tell my preference by my pic then you must be very much smarter than me.  Or wait maybe I should pop the s key off my keyboard and use the z key instead.  Sheesh.

So I go to this loser's site and he is wanting people to comment on his site--guess he needs to figure out that if he wants comments maybe he needs to play nice with others.  Whatever . . . at least I can spell and know how to use grammar.

As to if I am fat--maybe I am, maybe I'm not--who cares.  Really, who cares.

Oh and Plantos or whatever your name is--there is a key up there at the top of the weblog box, it has these little things on it they are called ABC's you use them to spell so you might not know them very well.   But you click on that button and something magic happens--it checks your spelling.

Now if you can't figure that out I can give you the number and web addy of several online or university adult outreach programs that teach adult reading and writing.

Come on give it a try--you can do it.

<shakes head>

<tired, so very tired of the nasty mean people in the world--or maybe the raciest ones as well>

Yes, Shawn is feeling mean and petty as well right now--jerk hole.

Shawn

Well for Pete's sake . . .

Look at that almost a month--how does time slip away so fast?  As a kid I often found myself board out of the sheer length of a day.  What was I going to do when The Roadrunner was over?  Is it dinner time yet?  And my birthday or Christmas--time seemed to go so slow.

Now time is going at light speed no matter how I try to slow it down.  My husband and youngest son are less than a month away from going overseas--hubby to Iraq son to Germany then Iraq as well.  I want to make time go as slow as it did when I was a five year old kid begging to go to the farm and visit my grandpa--he had a TV we didn't.  The day dragged on, and the week crawled by while I waited for the weekend so we could go watch some TV.

There's a theory that makes sense to me on why time goes so fast and goes faster as we get older.

As a kid we think in smaller increments of time--what's on Tv next, what's for dinner, how long till bedtime --in 15 min blocks.  Once we get into school time speeds up--we think my next class is, lunch is, recess is--about 1 hour blocks.  Then we start thinking longer range--summer vacation is in how much time and time moves even faster. 

Summers in elementary school seemed to last forever--long enough to get board.  Summers in HS whizzed by.  Now summer flies so fast it hardly seems to get started before it's over.  (With the heat this year thank the spirits for that)

Why--well as an adult we think in huge increments--next pay day, next holiday, next year, the election year, the next football game, and so on.  When will winter start?  When will it rain and so on.

So in short we speed up time by the increments we think in. 

Try this--no clock watching at work.  Do not watch the clock at all--do your job and don't think about the time.  (There is a store manager here that doesn't have a clock in her store to keep employees from watching the clock.) Don't even wear your watch.

How does the day feel?  Do it for several days a week.  Then compare that to the speed the day goes at when you keep watching the clock.  By watching the increments crawl by the day goes slower.  But when you think start to end with no increments in between the day flies by.

In one you think in blocks of maybe 15 min (like a kid) and the other you think in a large block an 8 hour one.  POOF!

I've tried to apply this to life--not that I advocate staring at that clock during work hours, nothing annoys others so much as a clock watcher--but trying to slow the weekend down--

But . . .

So far it hasn't worked.

I am writing a second book to The Forge this weekend, and working on another Forge story --a prequel.  More on that story later--it's a surprise.  I think it needs to be under 6k and I am at 7k--sigh.  Need to cut something.

I'll post some excerpts from some other erotica I ma working on in the coming week.  HA if time goes slow enough for me to do that.

Shawn

What is up with green candy?

I'm a diabetic, so I don't eat candy often.  If I have a low blood glucose reading then I do.  I have my favorites of course, let's take advantage of the low and eat something I like that normally I can't have.

I like Skittles--odd, but I really like them.  My fav ones are the green ones--I love lime candy.  But wait--now the green ones are green apple.  Well, they were for a short time.  Bite into one expecting lime and OMG what the hell is wrong with this candy?  Look at package and see NEW limited time flavor--green apple.  A least I like green apple so that was ok, I even thought wow they could keep this.   (See how long it has been since I ate the critters)(they are back to lime now)

I went to my son's basic training graduation and one of his friends had a box of runts.  His other friend was eating all the banana ones--he asked me you want some?  I said I'll take a couple of green ones--not enough to do anything to blood levels but hey like I said I like lime candy.  Pop that little round lime looking thing into my mouth and SPITOOOOEY.

I hate watermelon, I hate fresh watermelon and I really truly hate watermelon candy.  Now ,why, oh why would they change the flavor, but not the shape?  My son's friend said oh god oh god--they made the lime watermelon. Apparently he doesn't like watermelon candy either.

Then the other night my cat woke me (TomTom does that when I have a low blood sugar at night) and I stumbled to the kitchen dug in my purse for some life savers I keep in there.  Sweating and shaking I opened the roll.  The first one was green--not that I was going to be spending much time enjoying it--I chewed it up.

You got it--it wasn't lime.  It was melon.  Not watermelon, just plain melon.

Look folks, just in case there are any candy makers here, when I see green candy I expect lime or green apple.  What is it with this trend to make a candy the same color, but with a new flavor?  Do you know how nasty it is to not only expect one flavor and get another but to get a flavor you hate on top of it?

Bleh.

More on my son's graduation later. 

My 11 cats tore my house up while I was gone and I am still cleaning up and putting up stuff they tossed around and knocked down, and tore up while I was gone---do you have any idea what 11 cats can do with an entire jumbo pack of TP?  12 freaking double rolls?  And cotton balls--a big bag of craft sized cotton balls mixed in?  Two boxes of cereal they got out of the cupboard--tore open and spread all about. They got the pantry door open and had a ball in there--instant potato flakes--they don't sweep up well, they clog the vac filter and if you try to mop them up you get goo. The rice was better at least it swept up--while Hissy Fit kept playing in my swept up piles along with her two brothers--until I put them in the play pen, then one of the adult cats started in.  The Grape Nuts cereal feels like glass if you step on it in bare feet--but Nermall who eats anything was trying to help by eating it and by trying to lick up the potato flakes.  

A full bottle of shampoo on the bathroom floor and the cap was off explained why two of the kittens have the runs.

All three recycling bins tipped over and spread around the house, every garbage can in the house tipped and dug in---

The lady who fed them and scooped their boxes said--man, Shawn your house is a pig pen--looks like a food fight arena--I didn't know what to do with all that mess.

SO--the critters must have done all that on the first night.  I keep thinking of that cat litter commercial where the cats have this wild party while their owners are away--cept those cats cleaned up after themselves.  Think they'd come and do that at my house or teach my cats?

Shawn

What day is it?

I've been out of it for a few days here--

My week has gone a bit oddly work wise.  And odd is a nice word for it.  On Saturday, what was Saturday (the 5th I think) I went to work and at 8:30 am the woman I was working with had to leave.  Her grandmother had died.  I am sorry for her loss, don't get me wrong. 

But I then had to work alone.  The head store manager was there, but someone has to do ordering and paper work--and I am better with the customers and behind the counter than she is so there I was-- not enough sleep the night before, and running my butt off.

It was tax free weekend here.  That is a whole nother rant blog--the only things you can buy are clothing (tax free) and there are restrictions on that as well, no clearance items, no item over a 100 bucks and so on--it's goofy but people go out in droves for it--so our little 7-eleven got slammed.

At noon someone came in. I was working the 6-2 shift.  Yeah.  But I was so far behind I had to run like a fool to get caught up.

NOW starts the fun part.

On Sunday I do paperwork--but not this Sunday.  Since Traci couldn't be there I had to cover counter again alone with someone coming in at noon.  I ended d up working a double shift 6 am to 10 pm.  I had to come in at 6 am on Monday.  I was dragging my buns on Monday let me tell you.

The idiot 21 year old who is working nights needed a baby sitter Monday night the 10 pm to 6 am Tuesday shift, no one else would do it--so I left work at 2pm Monday and had to come back at 10 pm to work till 6 am.

I am not even sure what day it is--Tuesday the 8th?  URGH, I need to go get some Pepsi and some lunch and see if I can wake up my brain and abused body.

At 7-eleven you don't get breaks, ever, you eat behind the counter--no lunch nadda, you never get to sit down.  I am so dang tired I could scream, but I have to get ready for my trip to see my son grad basic training.

I am off in search of a can of any kind of soda--though my first search proved unproductive.  I decided to eat some cheezits and when I pulled the bag out of the box to get the last few crumbs went all over my laptop keys--lovely.

Later,

Shawn