November 30, 2007

Words of Advice

If it's raining, turn on your head lights. Just because you can see where you are going, doesn't mean others can see you.

Don't assume that gray haired, wrinkle faced woman is that child's grandmother. With modern science anything is possible, including geriatric moms.

Don't assume the person with very short hair and masculine looking clothes is a man. From the back who can tell. And don't call them sir. Kind of like, in the 70's we couldn't assume everyone with long hair were women.

Don't try to cook a meal after 3 tequila sunrises, especially if I mixed them. Just call out for pizza or eat a sandwich and don't let me make the sandwich. I mean don't let the person who drank the tequila sunrises make the sandwich.

If you buy fish, be sure to remember to take it in the house and refrigerate it. A couple of days in the back seat is not good.
What is that smell? Tequila sunrises weren't involved here.

Don't believe the young man at the electronics store who works on commission. Yes ma'am, this is our most simple car stereo system. The fact that the owner's manual was as thick as the Sears & Roebuck catalog should have been my first clue. Two years later, I still can't run the damn thing.

Borrow a twelve year old to program your electronics devices. Or my oldest son if you can catch him not busy. I thought they were supposed to be making our lives easier?

A dog wagging it's tail does not mean it's friendly. They will still bite. :o(

Don't assume little old ladies are harmless. I've seen footage and it ain't pretty.

Kids are nosey and they will listen to conversations you don't want them to. My kids know all kinds of stuff I thought I hid well.

If it ain't broke don't fix it. Sometimes a little broke is better than really broke.

If your husband isn't qualified and doesn't have a license, don't let him near it. I saw a sign at a car repair shop that gave price quotes and if your husband tried to fix it the price was double. :o)

Some things just aren't worth arguing about. I mean really, who cares who wrote that song or where you eat dinner? Just enjoy the darn song and if you didn't have to cook it, it's all good.

November 27, 2007

Teens In Heat

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It's not spring so what's going on.

The teenage girl across the street's mom works nights. When mom leaves for work, daughter's boyfriend in the hot black sports car shows up and spends the night.

One morning he didn't get away quite early enough. I would have liked to be a fly on the wall that morning.

Down the street. Another teenage girl has garage parties. She's the only girl with six to eight boys. Looks like a good time to me.

Around the corner and across the street from my friend another teenage girl comes home every day at lunch time with her boy friend. After their *cough* lunch time is over he comes out zipping up his jeans while she's pulling on her hoody racing for the car before the bell rings.

November 13, 2007

NaNo has stolen all of my time

I know I haven't blogged in a while, but ya know this thing called writing has taken all of my spare time.

When not writing, I've done some research on Wales. Not quite the expert, but I know loads more than I used to.

Like did you know that Welsh men are very vain? My husband is part welsh and that explains why when my sons were home I could hardly get into the bathrooms. I finally started putting my make up on where ever I could find a spot. The kitchen table, going down the road, in the middle of my bed, you do what you gotta do.

Mark is getting tired of my Wales trivia. If I start a conversation: "Did you know..." his eyes glaze over. Enough already.

My novel is about a woman writer who goes to Wales and gets stranded in the forest. Yeah, it's a romance. I haven't tried writing in that genre since I was a teenager. Typically, I write juvenile fantasy and because of that I couldn't resist putting in a crone who keeps leading my main character around by her curiosity.

Well, that's all for now, I better get back to my novel. Those words won't write themselves, although some authors swear they do. :o)