He walked away with all the cards…

Because it was Tuesday, and strange things tend  to happen here.

I’m at my writing group. I have in my schedule to post tonight so I can add to my yearly word count on a night when I might otherwise not get a lot of words in. Generally I’m editing, or reading other people’s work, or engaged in getting distracted by Facebook.

A blog post sounded like something I could manage.

Except now it’s just a rambly mess. I suppose I don’t really care too much, because I kind of don’t hate my rambly messes. Might not be too interesting to read, though. I suppose I ought to let you be the judge of that.

I’ve been struggling with my writing lately, and I’m getting tired of telling the world how horribly it’s going. I’m certain it’s getting exhausting to read it. Instead, yesterday, I tried to simply be happy with them, and leave out any negativity. It helped, and if I’m not writing more, at least I’m being more regular about it.

I…I had something, and then it ran away.

It’s June. June is nearly over, and I’m not certain I’m ready for July. I am quite tired of the heat, to be honest. At least I have plenty of pants that stop below the knee but well above the ankle. I’m not much for shorts, but give me a good pair of cropped jeans/pants/yoga pants, and I’m good. I’ve also got quite a few t-shirt/cami combos to help stay cool. Still. Hot.

And that is all I can manage. Have a nice night!

The Five Laws of Stratospheric Success

Directly from the book, The Go-Giver, by Bob Burg and John David Mann.

The Law of Value

Your true worth is determined by how much more you give in value than you take in payment.

The Law of Compensation

Your income is determined by how many people you serve and how well you serve them.

The Law of Influence

Your influence is determined by how abundantly you place other people’s interests first.

The Law of Authenticity

The most valuable gift you have to offer is yourself.

The Law of Receptivity

The key to effective giving is to stay open to receiving.

I needed this kind of reminder today.  It’s a good book, a fast read, if anyone is interested.


I don’t toss around words like “blessed” very often because I’m not a religious person. But holy cow today is working out very well.

Yesterday I had an appointment to have my furnace cleaned. (We have summer/winter hookup, which to the uninitiated means that my furnace runs my hot water as well as my heat – in fact, it only heats water as we have radiant heat – and so runs year round.) I forgot that appointment completely until I received a phone call 47 minutes after my appointment time was to start.

“I’m sorry, you had a noon to two appointment.”


“We’re swamped with A/C calls. Would it be okay if we shifted your appointment to tomorrow from noon to two?”

Um, fucks yeah! And this appointment I remembered. I left the office shortly after 11 and arrived home at 11:45, which was enough time to pee and try to unlock the Bilco doors.

Which actually didn’t work out that well. There are cobwebs everywhere, and there was a massive (dead) spider in my way, so nope! Not happening this year.

I made it back upstairs in time to see that Deiter Bros had pulled up, and walked outside. The lovely gentleman here to clean things for me even seemed to not be bothered by the fact that there was no way in hell I was going to go near that dead spider, or even enter the basement again while he is here. (He’s said that the only thing that bothers him are snakes, so if he finds one, the basement belongs to the snake. A fair trade.)

I pointed him in the right direction for the furnace, he opened the big scary spider-guarded doors, and is even now chugging along on his business for which I pay monthly. I spent five minutes putting together my new drying rack (the kid’s towels always end up needing dried on rainy days, so this is perfect), and now I can work!

Oh, right after I blog.

But anyway, yeah. The Universe is smiling down on me. I am blessed with a prompt appointment after forgetting it yesterday. This is enough to get me through whatever else today will toss my way, although I strongly suspect I’ll not have any problems to speak of.


The Day After

I just spent nearly 24 hours awake, and I’m really too old for that shit.

But it was so much fun.

I’ve also learned I need to take travel time seriously. And possibly schedule such awesome road trips for weekend days. Seriously, what were we thinking?

But it was so much fun!

Four friends drove 2.5 hours to see one friend for 4.5 hours then drove 2.5 hours home. I’m so glad we did it. We laughed so hard my throat hurt upon waking today at 11:21 a.m. I experienced my first Karaoke in person (listening, not participating, of course). My butt still hurts from the awful chairs at the restaurant we patronized.

Our waitress bowed and curtsied to us, more than once, and that was pretty epic all on it’s own.

There were cows. And Bees! Stars, timers, and Rice Krispie Treats. Good food (too much food) and drinks (so many drinks) and goodbye hugs.

Today my knees hurt. My voice scratches. My neck cracks. I’ve spilled milk and coffee. I got started six hours late on the laundry.

Wouldn’t change a thing.

(Did I mention the Statue of Liberty Replica in the middle of the Susquehanna River? I’m the only one who saw it, but the beast existsDauphin Narrows Statue of Liberty at Weird U.S. has more.)

A memory


When I was a kid and I got angry, I would go clean my room.

That’ll show ’em, I never thought ever. I was just angry and had to find an outlet for it, and since I was already in my room…

I still do that. When I get angry at work I clean out my desk.

That’ll show ’em. Yeah, that doesn’t really cross my mind. More like, See? I can leave any time, people.

The other side of that, though, when I’m past the point of cleaning as therapy, is just shutting down.

I don’t have the energy for this shit.

I’m on the verge of just screaming at no one in particular to go fuck off then remove myself from I don’t even know what.

I can’t have one more argument about why I think I’m right and why this person feels that way and why isn’t this working out?

It’ll pass. I don’t hold on to negative feelings for long. I’ll forget about it and start having fun, then realize I’m not angry any more. I’ll pick up the pieces and start going back to normal things and brush over the fact that I had a little tantrum and am basically not much more evolved, emotionally, than my childhood self was. (I’m 38 now, by the way. I should have a better control over this kind of thing by now.)

So that’s the deal. A little insight into Nicki Brain. Venting into the void, so to speak.