August 2009


I’ve just been flipping through my recent drafts over here on the ol’ blog and found this entry with the title, “Oh Bother…”

And nothing at all in the post. 

I wonder what I was going for on May 27th, 2009 at 12:47 am when I started writing this post? Or rather, titled this post and then gave up completely?

I feel like I do a fair amount of whining on this platform so I’ll refrain from going through the many things that could have caused me to title a post “Oh Bother…”

Instead, I’m going to write about Winnie the Pooh, the ultimate utterer of the phrase, “Oh, Bother.” There are many things I love about Winnie, but his modest wisdom is what draws me to him as an adult. He thought quite profoundly for a teddy bear with fluff for brains. For instance, I find a lot of hope in this quote:

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best –” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it that was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”

Well, Pooh, I do. It’s called anticipation. It’s what makes delayed gratification gratifying in and of itself. It’s a good lesson for the little ones, not to mention we adults who tend to wish our lives away. I’m very guilty of wishing my life away…or being too focused on the end result and not enjoying the process of getting there. Which leads me to another classic Pooh pearl of wisdom:

“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known. […] Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.”

That’s a comforting thought. I know I’m not there yet (and I seriously doubt many people can truthfully claim they’ve “arrived”), but with patience and appreciation for the process, I’ll get closer. Even though things are often hard and I’m frequently tempted to say things much more harsh than “Oh Bother…” I know I’ll never get this time back. I’ve got to enjoy what God’s given me to enjoy and appreciate the gifts I’ve been given. At least I’ve got something more than fluff filling up my head!

Brutus here, lovely people. I’m perhaps the most perfect cat in existence, so get a load of this:

Me, Submitting to a Photo Shoot

Me, Submitting to a Photo Shoot

My black and white markings are almost perfectly symmetrical and I am a very sleek cat. My belly wobbles a bit, but if I find a home with some stairs and a bit more space to roam, perhaps I can pace off this flab. Trust me, the flab suits me fine, but I’m slightly obsessed with perfecting catdom. I’m close.

Not only am I handsome, I’m also incredibly intelligent. I respond to my name practically every time (unless I’m just enjoying my cat nap too much) and if you neglect to scratch my neck long enough, I’ll make sure to remind you of my presence by rubbing your back for a bit too! It’s a perfect give and take, really.

My slightly dimmer brother is my constant companion. We’ve not left one another’s sides since birth and we’d like to stay together if possible. If I have to give up swapping back rubs with Father, then I suppose I can be consoled by my brother’s presence and a loving home. And by loving, I mean one where my perfection is understood and appreciated. Don’t pretend you don’t notice — I might as well be cat royalty!

Relaxing in Father's Lap

Relaxing in Father's Lap

Holla! My name is Rambo and I’m one heck of a cat. I’m pretty sure my Pops was a Mancoon cat (meaning huge and fluffy) and I’ve inherited some of that awesomeness:

Word! It's Me!

Word! It's Me!

But seriously, I am awesome. I love to be loved. I mean, I can’t get enough. Other than that, I’m not real picky. My Bro Brutus (literally, we’re from the same litter – adopt us together if you can!!) says I’m not real smart either. Sometimes I chase shadows or light reflecting off of something shiny. I mean, I know I’m not gonna catch it, but it’s FUN! Once I accidentally jumped off a porch three stories up because some blowing leaves freaked me out, but I blame that on the catnip. I can’t touch the stuff, I lose it, man.

Anyway there’s not much weird about me aside from the fluff. Mom and Dad are crazy to get rid of me and they know it. I hear they’d like to get me back once they get settled somewhere, but if Brutus and I find a good home together, they’ll consider letting us stay. They are losers! But seriously, dudes, how can you not love this??

Even I Know I'm Adorable!

Even I Know I'm Adorable!

Hello, My Name is Kiki. Here’s the best picture Mommy could get of me:

Me, Kiki!

Me, Kiki!

Considering I’m all black, I think she did a pretty good job of capturing my essence: black. I have to tell you, I’m sort of in love with my Mommy. I might be convinced that there is someone else out there to love, but, as Mommy might have told you, it would take a pretty special person to love me.

I once ate one of Mommy’s necklaces and had to have surgery. Let me just tell you, the necklace tasted awful, and then I couldn’t eat or drink anything else, and I could hardly move! But after they took it out of me, I felt a lot better. Now I get really excited about eating and sometimes overdo it. My favorite thing in all the world is water. Give me a bathtub tap just barely running, and I’m in heaven. Seriously. Mmmmmmm…

I’m a little hefty. I’m with Mommy in thinking that exercise is lame and food is great. My frame is so petite that sometimes I look a little funny, but a girl’s got to enjoy life! And I think in the right environment, I could really settle down. Mommy made the mistake of giving me brothers who antagonize me like crazy. I could do without siblings of the cat variety, though I’m very friendly with people.

I’m really sad that Mommy and Daddy have to find a new home for me. I was Daddy’s first gift to Mommy after they got married six years ago and I’m really going to miss them. I would really love it if someone wanted to keep me until Mommy and Daddy were able to get their housing situation under control so I could go back to them then, but if I found a new home that I love, I could be convinced to stay.

Please help me find a new home! Thanks! I promise I don’t bite and I won’t run up your water bill too much!

And just in case you needed more Kiki, here’s my profile:

My Profile

My Profile

The ol’ laptop had a meltdown this week, and so did I. The two were closely related.

Bright and early Monday morning (read: around 10AM) I discovered the backlight on my laptop monitor was not functioning. Meaning, I could not see what was going on on my computer screen. Meaning, I could get no work done. Fortunately email is universal and I could check that on my parents-in-law’s computer, but many of my absolutely essential daily files were unreachable on my pitiful computer. And my p-i-l’s (hahahahha, sorry that could become a very widely used pun — parents-in-law = pills? hehe! not that I think of mine that way at all, but I’ve definitely heard the horror stories) computer barely has internet. I’m not trying to be snippy or anything, they just don’t use those programs which are essential to my work: excel and word. So they don’t have them. And that limited my ability to get things done.

Enter the meltdown: I have no money with which to get my computer fixed. And I have fleas in my house that also cost money to be rid of. Must I choose between being able to do my job efficiently (or at all) and having a flea-free home? It’s an impossible decision. So I chose both. And (fingers crossed) I will just make some fantabulous sales this week. No problem!!

A woman can only be strong for so long. Sometimes she just has to have a little meltdown. This was my week of wallowing in frustration and near-fury. And depression and delicious food.

No need to feel sorry for me: my computer is well again, and the fleas are doomed to their destiny of chemical induceddeath tomorrow at 1pm. It’s under control, and I am mostly under control. I woke up at 6:15 this morning (heaven knows why, but I’ll take it), have my second load of laundry washing, put sheets on the bed, sent in orders I got earlier this week, washed myself and my ridiculously long hair (which, by the by, will be significantly shorter around 2:15 today), and I’m all dressed and ready for my 10:30 appointment, which doesn’t start for another hour. I’m on top of things, for once, so I’m going to keep up the momentum by posting here and then doing my  makeup before I scoot out the door.

Ta ta for now!

I’ve written about ten drafts for posts in the ten days since I last posted. I get started and then… my motivation disappears.

I couldn’t quite make an entire post out of the lone white chicken I saw poking around on the side of the interstate on Monday as I drove to Chattanooga. It was odd, to be sure, but what else is there to say?

And my husband strictly forbade me from discussing the recent debacles we had while attempting to “have some alone time.” Let me just leave you with this image (if the last one wasn’t enough): I laughed so hard I actually vomited in my mouth. Come to think of it, I think I’m actually going against his request in writing even that much… oops.

I also wanted to comment on an oddity I found in North Carolina last time I was there: A McDonald’s without a drive thru. I mean, what? Do such things actually exist? Or was I hallucinating again? But again, what more is there to say about that?

I also wanted to thank the person who came up with the idea of planting wildflowers in the interstate medians. Gorgeous!

And I’m trying to get rid of my cats. Well, when I say get rid of, what I really mean is find temporary homes for them until we can get our house in Auburn sold. That many kitties in a tiny house tend to cause quite a stink. Any takers? I’m thinking we should have the house sold and be in a new place by February at the latest. Hmm?? I think I will actually write an entire post devoted to these beauties soon. There will be pictures. Get excited!!

In addition, I considered posting the first chapter of my book for general review. Any thoughts on that, one way or the other? I’m a chicken so I’ll need encouragement 🙂 (—- don’t you just love when a completely random post comes full circle?)

It’s almost 10pm on August 3rd.

Anyone remember that August 1st deadline I gave myself for my book? It came. It went. But I promise I was working the whole time. In fact, when I FINALLY finished about ten minutes ago, my fingers were so used to typing that I felt I really must continue writing. Must. Not. Stop.

I’m so elated by the completion of the edit and rewrite I knew needed to be done that there’s no way I’m going to sleep anytime soon. I worked on the book for twelve hours today, three yesterday, and about eight the day before. It’s amazing how much I love this work. For a long time I was completely exhausted by the mere idea of doing this rewrite. I couldn’t make myself start. And then, all of a sudden, it hit me. I started writing again. And then, I couldn’t stop.

I’ve got some good readers signed on to read through what will hopefully (aside from minor fixes and typos) be the final draft. By the end of this week, I’m determined to send it off to at least three agents. Maybe two. I know from reading his blog that one of the agents is out of town this week. I may wait another week to query him so he has some time to catch up. But for real, I’m gonna do it. And darn it, I’m getting myself an agent. It’s going to happen.

Anyway, since I published my deadline on the blog, I thought it would be fair to let you folks know that I held up my end of the bargain. Not that y’all had any end to hold up, but… well whatever. That was a pretty thin little metaphor anyway.

I’ll make sure to let y’all know how the query process goes. Keep your fingers crossed!!